Apparently, a power line explicably decided to commit suicide and throw itself into Lake Winnipesaukee yesterday. That’s the story, anyway. What really sucked about this outage was the power coming back on. I reset all the blinking clocks and rebooted things and whatnot. Then it went out again. And stayed out until after three this morning.
We missed 24, which is not good. While I think this season sucks and only continue to watch because the husband insists, the show doesn’t even make sense when you do watch it. Now I’ll be more lost than usual. We also missed The Black Donnellys. I have mixed feelings about that show. While it’s different and I like the setting, I find it unrelentingly depressing, and I think there’s so much they could have done with it. I’m still pissed about missing it, though.
Speaking of the Irish, we watched The Departed this past weekend. I’m normally skeptical about Oscar movies, but this one was wicked good. I mean, wicked good. Jack Nicholson, Matt Damon, Mark Wahlberg (yum), Leonardo DiCaprio in the first role in which I “got” his hotness, Alec Baldwin, Martin Sheen, Ray Winstone (who played Bors in King Arthur) and more. The dialogue is insanely good, and I loved the story. (Umm…if you don’t like obscenities in your movie dialogue, this one’s not for you.)
Yeah, I’m rambling. I’m not in a professional happy-happy-joy-joy place today, so rambling about TV’s less likely to get me in trouble. I’ll probably lie low today, reprogram all the damn blinking clocks—four in the kitchen alone: under-cabinet CD player, stove, microwave, coffeemaker. Hopefully the power lines are done swan-diving into the big lake today.
(ETA: I feel better now. It’s freakin’ exhausting going through life with a half-empty glass, you know? Especially for my friends. Who I love. They fill my glass.)