. . . I’ll be looking over all the comments that you guys have left and clean up whatever spam is still in the comments section over the next few days (especially if it snows on Wednesday like it’s supposed to). Thanks for having enough faith in me and interest in what I have to say to keep leaving comments during, yep, that one-quarter of a year of blankness.
Archive for January, 2007
. . . ‘Cause my teeth would grow back, like instantly. As a few people on atgg already know, one of my molars fractured in two about, like, a day after my previous post here to the blog. Fortunately, I had a root canal on this tooth when I was 8, which means it’s been dead for almost 30 years and not causing me much pain other than inflammation of the surrounding gums, which have gone away. As long as I don’t try to eat my food on that side of the mouth (and I’m a right-sidey, where the tooth is located), I’m fine-ish. Except for the stress-related cold store that has just appeared on my lip over the pas couple of days and is waaaaaaaay more painful than the tooth as long as I, like, don’t try to use the tooth to chew food.
Meanwhile, the dentist is trying to play it conservative and not pull the tooth if he doesn’t absolutely have to — even though, if it were a good candidate to save (which it’s not), getting it crowned would still be more expensive than just pulling it. I can understand totally understand that motive, but I’m at the point where I just want the fershlugginer thing gone. I never had wisdom teeth to begin with — ctually, my back molars *are* my wisdom teeth, I’m actually missing a full set of inner molars. Lucky me, I’m a mutant. BID. — and this tooth seems to be headed for the junkpile anyway. I just want it gone. Buuuuut the dentist, in his totally responsible cautiousness, has had me put gauze soaked in epsom salts in that side of my mouth in order to cut down on the inflammation and any likely infection in it. So now we’ve been playing phone tag since last Friday to see how I’m doing.
And this is where living out in the boonies, beyond even the limit line of the small town I allegedly live in-ish, sucks. It means that I’m on a land-line, which means, I don’t get to sign on line and do blogs and newsgroups until basically after business time every week day until the dentist and I finally agree that the damn tooth has got to go.
And oh, yeah, there’s a snow-front coming our way. (cue weepy violins, then shoot them). So, I wonder — what would Jim from The Office do? Huh?! Tell me! What would Jim from The Office do?!
So, fractured tooth, epsom salts, stress-induced cold sore, phone tag, impending snow and a cautious, responsible dentist — sounds to me like enough material for a sitcom. I mean, how else to explain the existence of the horrendously awful Knights of Prosperity?
Okay, I wish I had no excuse for not posting for the past couple of months, but I do
the dog ate my homework. In fact I have several of them, and hopefully, some jokes that I haven’t used before. Think of this as “Shut Up, Rob!: Extra-Super Beta Pre-Release Preview Version 22.214.171.124”
While I was gone from blogging, I found out that:
1) I’m hopelessly addicted to the Huffington Post and Crooks & Liars blogs, which I won’t hyperlink here lest you become addicted and stop blogging for months at a time, too.
2) My old computer was dying and making it a bee-yatch to even sign in here. When I lost that one post that I took, like, three hours to write, because the fershlugginer computer froze, the writing was on the wall and thus the endless agonizing over what computer to buy began. And was made worse by being so close to Christmas time and yet so far away from Christmas sales that I decided I had to wait to blog again until I had a new computer. In the meantime, yes, I swore a lot and otherwise mouthed off on Usenet, but that’s because, well, the Agent newsreader is pretty darn hard to not be able to use even when the computer is misbehaving. But I have a new computer now thanks to computer sales and a ginchy online rebate from one of the major computer sellers that have a box store (that’s just to tell you that it’s an HP Media Center again, not a P.O.S. Dell) and everything’s hunky dory electronically now.
3) I was always continuing to collect notes on and grade all the various shows I’ve been watching. And I noticed two trends. First, my notes kept getting longer and longer, almost turning into beat sheets for every show. That just takes too much time and was starting to burn me out. Second, I started to notice that except for every other episode of CSI: Miami, and a terrible episode of BSG’s New Caprica arc, I wasn’t giving anything a grade below a B-. I still suspect that I am guilty of grade inflation, but on the other hand, I do believe that when any story works on its own terms, when it achieves what it set out to do in the story it chose to tell, it generally deserves at least a B-. So I’m still very conflicted.
4) And slightly burnt out. I do NOT know how Ausiello and Veitch do it other than that I remember that Kristin once told us in the old E! Chat Room after one chat that she has, like, 2 or 3 TiVos and still can’t watch everything on a daily basis and still do her day job. So after watching up to 35 or so shows a week for the past two years I simply realized that I just can’t review ALL of the shows I watch as constantly and with as much intensity as I review Gilmore Girls here and on atgg. (I confess, some of my few posts here started as atgg posts and vice-versa.) And to be perfectly honest, Cold Case isn’t worth it. So while I’m still going to go for the Bullet Point format in reviews, I don’t know yet whether I’m still going to include grades — at least, in the short term, as I intend to develop a grading system that satisfies me and doesn’t misrepresent to skimmers “Oh, that Rob, he likes everything and takes 100 words to say, ‘I like everything’ when only three will do.” And I don’t know yet how often I’ll touch on every show besides Gilmore Girls — which I will get back to reviewing every week a new episode is on starting this next week (on Wednesday or Thursday, once I’ve let the episode infect my brain). Maybe I’ll have 10 or so shows that I’ll review every week, touching on the rest that are in my categories box once or twice a month. I don’t know yet. I’m a Gemini, so I’m flighty and indecisive. And into wacky Irish Pisces(es?) I’m one of those Perfect Storms of Caffeine and Genetics that Lorelai warned you about.
So there you have it. No promises about anything other than to write about Gilmore Girls and to continue to make it up as I go along about everything else.
One more thing: such a great scene between George and Burke on Grey’s Anatomy this week. Why did Isaiah Washington have to go and screw that up? (resigned sigh) Humiliating not just TR again, which would have been bad enough, but also the entire cast and Shonda — in public, no less — on what was supposed to be their eve of triumph and critical success. While I wish that Burke could stay and Washington go, recasting the role is unacceptable, period. So, as a straight male viewer of the show, he’s poisoning his scenes for me but even moreso, as a (straight, not that it matters and) forever-student stage manager whose first and fierce instinct is to protect any cast from danger, even when it’s internal discord, I’m so deeply offended on a professional level that I think that Washington’s got to go. After the original incident last October, he got the second chance that Gibson got and Richards got. The Golden Globes incident was his second and third chances — he blew his second chance with TR and he blew his third chance by humiliating the entire cast in public. That’s three strikes, you’re out. That’s extinguish the tiki torch and have Jeff Probst send you home. That’s . . . career suicide.