Saturday, January 22, 2005

Let's Do the Time Warp Again

I think time may be moving backwards. Cartoons and characters from my childhood—well, my sisters' childhoods; they're younger than I am—are being marketed again.

Scooby Doo has been around for a while in various revamped incarnations, but now Strawberry Shortcake, the Care Bears, the Gummi Bears, My Little Pony, Rainbow Bright, and the Smurfs are making another appearance. They aren't even updated, and they weren't necessarily that good to begin with. It's like someone decided to clean out a warehouse and came across the old tapes and unsold merchandise, so they dusted them off and sent them back out to tv stations and toy stores. At least, that seems to be what's happening here, although I did spot Rainbow Bright at a WalMart in Texas.

Who cares about Care Bears, though? Why aren't the Muppets back on the air?! At least I have my Muppet dolls and 3 VHS tapes (3 episodes to a tape). The episode I'm watching as I write is the perfect fusion of my 2 childhood obsessions—Muppets and Star Wars. Ah, Luke Skywalker!


Well, I've managed to do dick today. Ok, I made popcorn and have run 3 loads of wash through, but I keep walking past the pile of Latin books and pretending they aren't there. Considering that my finals start in less than 3 weeks, that's not a very good attitude to take.

Beware that most of my posts between now and then with contain some amount of moaning and groaning about school, but I will try to make it clear that is what's coming up so you can feel free to skip to the end. Then I can get it off my chest, you don't have to read it, and everyone's happy.

Weather-bitching level: 1.5
I guess I'm acclimated to the cold and wet these days, but today there's been sleet added to the mix in lieu of the promised snow, so I felt the need to mention it. At least I was thrown a bone and got a little sunshine this afternoon, but just enough to make me manic instead of cheerful. Poor family.

Thursday, January 20, 2005

More bus craziness

I saw a chick on the bus wearing a mildly bizarre hat. I think it was supposed to be a crocheted beret or tam-o-shanter, but it looked like a slightly squashed cauliflower with a golf ball on top for easy removal of said hat. The guy next to her was wearing what was obviously a beret made in the normal way, which only made her head gear seem more sad and strange.


I give L.H. a lot of hell for making fun of total strangers--the size of their ears, the shape of their heads, the perceived correlation between the redness of their hair and their aggressiveness/drunkenness/Irishness.

After reading some of my posts (like above), he may think I'm in some kind of pot-kettle denial, but note that I do not denigrate anyone's physical characteristics *that they do not have any control over*. But if someone chooses, of her own free will, to wear a squashed cauliflower or a dead badger in public, then she is obviously fair game. (I wouldn't be above commenting on a bad boob job, either, but I leave that for the pros at the bad plastic surgery sites.)

Sunday, January 16, 2005

The Rest of the Story

So, for the two people who didn't get to hear about this over the holidays...

Christmas morning, my middle sister and her family come over to my grandmother's for more gift-opening and lunch a bit later. We get to comparing presents, and realized that they say a lot about our personalities. MS got diamond-y earrings from her husband, and was thrilled. I got a Swedish Chef Muppet from my husband, and was thrilled.

This just confirmed what the family already knew about us. (Draw your own conclusions.)