The Problematic of the Unproblematic

seriously, what's wrong with me? I haven't watched any Supernatural for at least 4 days! Instead, I have re-watched all the Damon scenes from Vampire Diaries!!! I obviously can't resist a bad vampire. It's something like two weeks to True Blood and lightyears to Season 6 of Supernatural. And I am dreading a) catching up to the end of Season 5 of Supernatural and b) that Alan Ball messes up Season 3 just like Season 2 and c) that there are not enough Eric scenes. But I am grateful for re-watching all the Damon scenes. It was worth it.

Let's just pretend calling this entry Day 50 isn't blatantly cheating. And let's be grateful for it.

Grateful for not feeling guilty for eating a gigantic chocolate cake piece of heaven

I am responsible for the brutal death of an innocent ladybug. And it bugs me. When I discovered it on my daughter's lunch box, I got excited. Wow, I thought, now she will see her first real ladybug (we have a book full of all kinds of animals, there is a ladybug in there (not that she has shown much interest in it (she is more of a parrot kind-a-gal) but I have pointed at it at least 50 times already and I expect that leaves some impression in a 1 year old's brain)). I picked up the box and presented it to her, still excited: "look", I said, "a ladybug!" She looks at me, looks at the ladybug and squashes it. The End. (of the ladybug) Witnessing such cold, indifferent killing naturally leaves a mark on people. Ever since, I have thought about death, especially sudden, brutal death on a sunny day. It could hit us anytime. A gigantic hand that reaches from the sky, closes around us and then ... the end. On another note: I have become really sloppy...

During semester, I prepare my classes at Starbucks. Why? Because the coffee is so delicious! Not true. No, it's because I am not left alone at the office, door knockings, phone ringings, emailings, you get the drift. So, I'm at Starbucks, concentrating and reading and summarizing all that clever stuff, which works really well. Alas, they have managed to have the exact same music playing for the last 4 weeks. We are talking about a 4 hours interval here. Some Piazzolla, some Sinatra, some jazz classics. And then there's the song "my Heart Belongs to Daddy". Every Wednesday, it comes on at around 11am. I seem to be waiting for it, subconsciously, because when it starts playing, my concentration evaporates and all I can focus on is that damn song. And now it's stuck in my head. AND I have developed a fascination with words that rhyme with daddy. (of all possible versions, this seemed the most appropriate for this blog) I hope this goes away ...

All I could think of on this day was "this is what hell must be like". Naturally, that got me thinking about demons. Deeply philosophical thinking it was. On my currently favorite show Supernatural , all demons are summoned and/or exorcised in Latin. (Very bad Latin. I mean, have you ever heard an American speaking Latin? No way in hell that the creatures from hell will understand what is said! (Yes, I am very proud of my Latin accent. I think it is impeccable)) It has since been established on my Facebook wall (and I quote:) that you can summon demons in numerous languages. For example, if you want a jinn, you use Arabic...or if you want an aitu, you use Samoan. So far so good. What really confuses me, though, is this: if I don't speak Arabic or Samoan, can I also summon a jinn or an aitu? Or can I only conjure the ones that speak/understand Latin because they belong to the religious culture I'm in? Where did they learn to speak/understand Latin? Is there a com...

There's something I've been thinking about for a while: the death point of TV shows. Each and every show I have ever watched get's to a point whereafter it is doomed to die (which means cancelled in the TV show world). Not immediately, of course, because there are many doctors who keep it artificially alive - but after that point it becomes boring or even annoying to watch. So boring that it becomes a show you watch while you are ironing. It's usually the writers fault. They can't keep their own promises or they make stupid mistakes like letting the boy have the girl (even though everybody know that only a love unfulfilled makes good TV) or they just loose the feel for the story. And then, I found this list : wow. First of all, it's filled with shows I have never heard of. Second, it proves me very wrong. There are shows that live for 56 years! Very scary. Of course, I've always known that watching TV series is a lifelong commitment. But ... h...

I have an excuse for not writing: a) over the weekend, the sun fried my brain and made me dumb and happy. b) since, I have been in meetings starting at 8 in the morning, ending at 8 at night. Over the weekend, I was grateful for the sky, the flowers, the rivers and forests, the birds and the bees and throwing a boomerang (without any success, but it was fun anyway). Could we learn something from the boomerang? I am sure we could. Depending on the wind, it flies this way or that way, depending on the angle it is thrown, it returns or crashes to the ground. Totally fascinating. They are also easy to loose, especially when thrown in a field with high grass or whatever grows on fields. You think you know exactly where it landed, but once there, it is nowhere to be found. It may have hidden stealth qualities! Since the weekend I have been less grateful generally and the more my brain came back to life, the less grateful I became. Oh well, it is a process. Processes are there to mak...

After writing about deleting people on Facebook yesterday I felt really bad. So bad that I did a 180 in my own bed. Let me tell you, waking up where your feet should be is a rather traumatic experience! And I lost two buttons on my pajamas. I got over it with the help of, among other things, the latest Glee episode. OMG, it is full to the rim with the bestest quotes ever! Don't you just love it when you can hear the writers laughing in the background because they must have had so much fun writing the episode?! Sue Sylvester: "My parents were famous Nazi hunters, so they weren't around a lot" or "I just lost my train of thought because you have so much margarine in your hair" or "I thought I smelled cookies from the tears of elves weeping that live in your hair" ... LOVE that woman. I want to be like her when I grow up. And I want some cutie like Will Schuster around to torment. Later in the day, somebody dared suggest that this deleting-frien...

There are days where I seriously consider deleting all my friends on Facebook. Ok, maybe not all of them. I would keep some. But only a selected, few; the most precious, most loved. There are so many out there that annoy the living hell out of me! And I am pretty sure I have the exact same effect on them. Sure, sure, you can hide these people. But that's just not the same. Blocking them? no, sorry, that's too radical. I believe in second chances. If they absolutely want to be friends with me even though we annoy the living hell out of each other --- fine. Just ask me nicely and I'll think about it. But it's like with anything else: the more you get of something for free, the less value it has (ummm, ok, that might not be true for money you get for free... ). So, how pathetic is it that this thinking about deleting people makes me feel ... good? That it feels like punishing without reason, which equals feeling powerful? Must I go see a shrink because this is some sad l...