in which I admit to liking a bad sitcom in syndication

When past you is smarter (or at least a better typist) than present you:  my password for this site is so good that I generally have to type it in three or four times before I get it.  I’m a pretty fast typist, but for this one I usually have to slow down and pick it out one key at at time.  Click. Click. Click. As opposed to clickclickclicktyclick.

Anyone have an internship to offer me that’s exactly what I’m looking for and less than an hour away from my house?  No?  Well, you’re in good company.  I get the “internship as unpaid but highly beneficial learning experience (read: free slave labor!)” type thing, but had no idea that actually finding (e.g. calling, emailing, resumeing, interviewing) an internship would be a whole other unpaid job before the unpaid job.  If you know what I mean.  And I sincerely hope you don’t.

I’ve been trying to avoid politics because lately it makes me breathless with rage/misery/anxiety that a Democrat might not win in November.  But let me just say – of COURSE they are bitter.  To paraphrase the annoying bumper sticker: if you’re not bitter, you’re not paying attention.

I am totally comfortable being a geek – reading sci fi, listening to obscure bands, knowing what my function keys do, wearing my Chucks even though I’m too old.  It’s okay with me; these lifestyle choices are consistent with my sense of self.  But, wow, every so often a real guilty pleasure pops up and makes me laugh out loud at myself.  From 7-7:30p at night I’ve been in charge of keeping G. calm and quiet; she takes a long time to wind down before bed.  She’s usually too riled up for a book, but content to sit in my lap.  So I flip on the TV.  Yeah, yeah, bad mom, rotting her brain and etc.  Moving on… When I. joins us after his shower we turn on The Simpsons.  But lately, before he comes out, I’ve been watching…  Let me just say, I was flipping through the channels one night and just happened to land on this ok?  It wasn’t a conscious choice.  Alright, I’ve been watching Two and a Half Men.  Honestly, I think it’s pretty funny.  I’d rather go to Comic-Con dressed up as Kaylee than admit that I crack up to Two and a Half Men in public, though.  Not because I care what people think, but because – really?  Sitcom with laugh track and bad (and constant) sex and penis jokes?  Really?  Yes.  Really.  I care what I think and man, I think I’m probably a little brain damaged.  But if I EVER laugh at According to Jim you can have me committed; otherwise, I’ll be giggling quietly in my rocking recliner.

~ by other on April 14, 2008.