What would Carrie do?

The start date for the prequel to Sex and the City,  the Carrie Diaries has been announced. 
January 14th at 8pm.  A Monday night. Also a prime slot for a show about teen turned fashion queen. It will be taking over the spot currently being warmed by one of CW's long running shows.

I loved the books that this show is based on, the original tv show and it's original book is still one of my all time favourites.  But, I'm not sure how well this offering is going to fair.

The two books - Carrie Diaries and Summer in the City,  happen during the early to mid-1980's. And unless this show decides to follow Carrie through the 80's into well 1998 when SATC starts, I don't see how good it will be.  I don't think too many fans will be able to stick with it if it stays within a short time frame.

With all that said, I also know as each season progresses, so will the decade. 

I guess, after the last few decade specific shows like Pan-Am, that failed; I'm worried Carrie Diaries won't be given the chance to become what SATC fans have grown to love.

I'm greatly looking forward to seeing how Carrie Diaries will handle itself, and hope it survives to at lest a third season.

Oh my...

Back and mom's and we got a phone call from my sister. They were at the hospital.  My brother in law got burned.  Half his face and his hands.
He was working out in the backyard and poof.  Something exploded and his sweater caught on fire. He managed to get it off, but not before his face from his nose to jaw was burned, eyebrows gone, and both hands to the wrists.  2nd degree burns.

This family is cursed.

Locked out

Banging on the windows of the building about twenty minutes ago.
Then shouting.

the Party Girl downstairs in the apartment below me, had locked someone out.  Sounded like a female voice screaming, don't know if it's her sister or roommate or girlfriend or what, but from the screaming they were doing in the doorway of the building, it had to do with the locked out one having stayed at a party until dawn.

Ah, to be young and stupid.  Don't miss that kind of stuff at all.

Well, there was nothing for me to do but to put on a cd to drown out the noise.   This building is terrible for fights.   Heavy goth music with my coffee, what a way to start a Saturday.

Hopefully you'll get what you wanted

I went to the mall today with mom. Just before leaving the building, we bumped into Sophia's mom and her boyfriend.
I may add that she's dating a man younger then I am.  Yes folks, she's nearly 35 years older then he is.

Sophia's mom spotted us and came over with this grin on her face.  Which is about all that is left of her.  She had her stomach stapled few years ago and is a walking skeleton now.  Said she's down to about 95 pounds. Which for a woman who is nearly 6 feet tall, not the best thing.
The first thing out of her mouth was that Gilly (Sophia has two younger sisters) was finishing off her degree for medical lab work.  The next thing out of her mouth was that everyone else in the family were about to push off to Toronto.  The she tugged on her pants showing the belt she has to use, and talked about how she's still loosing weight from her surgery and that she was wearing a clothes from the junior miss sizes. Then informed us that her youngest daughter who's not even 19 yet has a second child who is a year old.

Not once did she ask how mom or me were doing.  It wasn't until she mentioned that they were currently living with the youngest daughter, that mom made a comment about me having been back and forth the last 8 months at her place, cause of my surgery.
Sophia's mom never even asked what my surgery was for.  Her boyfriend just stood there giggling rocking from side to side on his feet, his hands deep in the pockets of his sweatpants.

When I look at the two of them, I keep thinking of the old nursery rhyme about Jack Sprat... jack sprat could eat no fat his wife could eat no lean so between them both they licked the platter clean.... only he's the 300 pounder and she's a stick figure.

While all this was going on, the guy who runs the health food supplement store was pacing back and forth listening to us.  He was cute.  Had I been alone, I would have gone over there and tried talking to him.
I'm sure he was calculating how much product he could push on one of us given that mom, myself and Sophia's mom's boyfriend are all small hippos. 

I don't know what annoyed me more, the fact they never asked us about how we are given we haven't seen them in over a year, or the fact she was going on and on about the weight loss and making comments about her boyfriend's weight?
Cause I'll tell you, he sure didn't look like he was having the best self esteem moment.

 

Cup of tea

I wish I knew what you wanted me to say?

I was pestered by some random emails to join some new blogging thing.  I put them off for days, and today decided to check them out. 
So far, I'm not happy with them.

I think I pissed someone off on a fan page thingie too.  The person was asking a wrestling question and I gave an honest gut reaction.  They never replied back.  So who knows.

Have I mentioned that the last few years I have found it almost impossible to make friends? 

I'm starting to feel like the character on The Big Bang Theory, the Amy character. 

I know, this would be an excellent chance to do one of my posts where I compare the show to my current life and give a life lesson, only I just don't want to.
That's bad isn't it?

I just want to sit here, drink my earl grey tea and talk to someone.  Someone who does not live in my mother's building.

The drama has ended.  With the blockbuster no longer here, and the coffee shop gone there are no hang outs left in the neighbourhood.   And as far as the grocery store goes... what's the point?  
Drama Queen has moved out of the neighbourhood...thank god, and even Sophia and JTGG have both moved to Toronto.

Wow.  Everyone who had been a part of my life up till last January is gone.  Most of them moved, a few just...whatever. They poofed off into the darkness or something.
This has been the hardest year of my life. The emptiest, loneliest.

My aunt who is a life coach, told me to sit down and write the life I want.  It stumped me. It really did.  I have no idea how to write a new chapter as she put it.  No idea what it is I really want my life to look like.
I just know I want to share it. 

Random Sunday afternoon Nov 4

Munsters Go Home!   is on tv.  Not the best of the Munster's movies, but cute none the less.

There is something about my family, and the people around us (ie sister's friends, people we grew up with etc) that just naturally expects every woman to date/marry a man older.  Why is that?

One of my uncles was going on about it earlier and when I asked why he thought that dating a younger man was a bad thing, he said it had to do with evolution.

That's bullshit. 

I know back in the day of Jane Austen, men did not even consider getting married till they were at lest 30 years old, unless they had money.  Even then, they were encouraged to marry very young girls.  They were expected to have made their wealth before they could marry.

But now?  Now, it is encouraged in the last five or so years for a woman to be the one with all the wealth. 
But that's not what my topic today is.  Today my topic is that my family believes you are lowering yourself if you are a woman who marries or gets involved with a younger man.  Money or not.

No one has a real answer for me either.  I just get told "it's just the way it's done"  and "it's just the evolution of it"  and "it means he's smart."   really? you're giving me that as an answer?

All I know is that my whole life I've liked younger men.  I've dated guys who were only a year younger, and guys who are up to nine years younger.  

Okay, back to my Munsters movie

post-it Nov 1st 2012

Hallowe'en night, and everyone is out but me.  I'm at home watching the Rocky Horror Picture Show, in true geekiness like I do every year.
My dorkdom knows no ends.  Coffee, pumpkin pie and a crazy movie.

But that's fitting to talk about on here.  The loss of innocence and the seduction of flesh. In every sense of the word.
The sexuality of it is there, you can't run away from it any faster then you would a hungry werewolf. But it's also about control, manipulation, fear, and body parts.
It's Hallowe'en, I had to get a jab in there didn't I?

Have we as a society actually moved into a state where we can truly handle the ideas in this movie?  The idea of tolerance to the ultimate degree? 
I'm not just talking about the sex and drugs that are there but the rebellion of ego?  When Brad and Janet first come to the house, they are following traditional puritan values, but Columbia was a  complete devotee. Having let go of her own ego and blindly agreed to live in the shadow of Frank'n'Furter.

Rocky Horror Picture Show opens up so many different points of conversation. Just it's tagline for the dance number, "don't dream it be it"  seems to be a reinforced creed, of  permission of trusting that everything is better if you just let go.

As I sit here thinking about this film tonight Mr. Scratchy, I have to wonder if you're not watching it as well on your end of things?  Maybe you're coming home from a midnight showing of it, and reading this before heading to bed?