Precious and Fragile Things

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Lost

I tried watching it once or twice when it first premiered, but I never got into it. I read about it as the story progressed, and it just seemed like one of those shows whose plot was so convoluted that you couldn't come into it in the middle and expect to have any hope of knowing what's going on. Also, the more I read, the more I wondered why the show was as popular as it was.

As for the odd fascination with it, part of me wants to say that people simply loved it for the sheer wtf-ness of the entire thing. That's about the only reason I can come up with.

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Heh. Hehe. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

OK, OK, I'll play nice. I don't feel anything about the upcoming Twilight film. Should I? I'm not a fan, and I am definitely a critical bystander. I've read the first book and I refuse to see the movies because suffering through 300+ pages of...whatever that was, was bad enough. Reviews of the films by those who aren't screaming fans have told me that my decision to ignore the films was a very wise one.

If you want to ask about a movie that's got legitimate criticisms aimed at it, how about you ask a question about The Last Airbender. That's a film over which there should be much discussion, and yet, very few people outside of the fandom have been really talking about it and all the ways Shyamalan has failed in making the film. (Though I was happy to see Roger Ebert touched on the white-washing of the cast in his half-star review.)

But I guess we can't ask the really tough questions and must instead remark upon Edward's brooding eyes and Jacob's toned abs.

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A very good friend once told me "It's impossible to live a life without some regrets, the best you can do is try to minimize the number of regrets you have." I've always thought that was pretty accurate.

I've made a lot of mistakes, and there are a few things I occasionally wish I could take back. However, without those mistakes the experiences that resulted, I wouldn't be who I am and I wouldn't have the people in my life that I do now. Most notably, I probably would have never met Sam if I had done but a few things differently. And nothing on this earth will ever make me regret having the kiddo.

I'd definitely say I regret the things I didn't do more, but still at the end of the day, I'm happy with where my life is now. And really, if I were to be completely honest, I've still got the opportunity to do some of those other things, and I'll get to do them with more age and wisdom under my belt.

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Alien abduction. No, really.

I was really into the paranormal as a child (still am, though more ghosts now than UFOs), and when I was in fifth grade, I watched this made for TV movie that was supposedly based on the true stories of two women who experienced alien abduction. It scared the crap out of me and a classmate who saw the same movie. We were convinced - convinced - we were going to be snatched up by the mothership and forced to undergo all sorts of unsavory experiments, including possibly being impregnated with hybrid alien fetuses, which just goes to show you how naive we were. If we had known about anal probing, we probably would have been scared of that too.

These days I do believe in the possibility of life out there, and maybe we have had visitors from some galaxy far, far away, but if that's true, the fact that they haven't made themselves known to us speaks volumes about us I think.

I think it's now well established that I was a silly child. Very silly.

Also, I can't be the only one around here who remembers the Fox show Sightings, can I?

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Hip-huggers/Low-rise jeans. Do I really need a reason? They are not as flattering as the people wearing them think, and they led to that horrible fad of showing off what sort of panties you're wearing. Plus, they are uncomfortable as all heck if you've got wide hips. Thankfully, I'm too fat to have to deal with it now, but when I was smaller I had to search through jeans to find ones that weren't those hideous abominations.

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I never really decided to have children. I was waffling on the issue a bit when I discovered I was pregnant, and after weighing my options, I decided I really wanted a child. At first, because my pregnancy was relatively easy (after the first trimester), and because I actually enjoyed being pregnant, I thought I'd have two or three children. However, since the kiddo was about three months old, I've said I will never have another child and I still feel this is the best decision for me.

Post-partum for me was difficult, and not only due to factors in my relationship with the kiddo's father. I don't know that now I really could handle the hormonal and chemical upheaval that happens after birth, nor do I think I could deal with all the bodily changes. Then there's this selfish part of me that wants to simply enjoy having the kiddo and watching him grow up. Not to mention that he has a few challenges that require extra attention that I don't think I could so easily provide if he had a younger sibling. (Not saying that other parents with multiple children fail to meet the needs of all their offspring, just saying that I feel better keeping it at one for my own sake.)

Despite several people (sometimes complete strangers) dropping hints that I should think about having another child, or outright saying it's cruel to make someone an only child (before learning that I myself am an only child, of course), my resolve on this has never wavered. Sure, I might walk by a baby department and see the cute little outfits, or spot a newborn out in public and I feel a bit nostalgic for the old days when my son was an infant, but the moment there's spit-up, a dirty diaper, or screaming, I'm cured of any desire to relive those days with a new baby.

I don't know that Sam and I ever really talked about this in detail. I mean, I know I have told him that I don't want more children, and I've made it clear that if I can get a tubal ligation or other form of sterilization, I'll take it at this point. He's known since we were just friends that I never planned on another child, and he seems pretty content at being childless himself. He and the kiddo get along pretty well and are getting to know each other more and more. If he has a sudden desire for children, then I fear he'll have to look elsewhere for a mother, but at this point in our relationship I don't think that's the case.

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I don't think I have a right to know about anyone's romantic life regardless of hir job. However, if you're spending tax payer's money to fly to, oh, let's say Argentina, to visit your mistress, then I have a right to know that you've spent that money and neglected the duties of the office to which you were appointed/elected. What I don't have a right to know is anything about your mistress or anything about the relationship itself, even though the media is sure to dig up the "juicy tidbits" that are incredibly invasive and very creepy.

Plenty of people have affairs, and I think we should allow for people to be human and to make mistakes so long as those mistakes are confined to their relationship(s) and not affecting job performance. Really, all I need to know is that you're doing your job and not stealing or killing people. Sure, I'll think you're a douchebag for cheating, but again, not really my business what you do in your off time.

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I think I'd choose Neil Gaiman if for no other reason than the fact that he has such a range of styles. American Gods was provocative and deep, with moments of darkness that reminded me a bit of Stephen King. Anansi Boys, which I'm reading now, is light hearted and reminds me of Terry Pratchett in some ways. And while both books might remind me of other authors' styles, they are still somehow uniquely Gaiman as well.

Actually, when I think on it, I don't think I'd want to rob the world of Neil Gaiman's voice, or of any author's voice. I'd prefer to stick to my own writing abilities and develop a style that people will recognize me for.

...and reading over this I see that I have no made much sense, or maybe I'm just too sleep deprived to make any sense. Oh well, back to waiting for Sam to hop online.

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Sarcastic, cynical, cuddly, witty (on occasion!), creative, uptight, emotional, crazy, soft, and curvy.

Well, I'm not sure how my friends would describe me in ten words or less. I think in a few lists the word bitch might pop up a few times (though not necessarily from friends in that case). I suppose if anyone responds to this, we'll find out, won't we?

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I've had a couple, but for me a crush isn't a very big deal and it's super rare that I act on them. I think I told one person once that I had a crush on her, but that I didn't want her to think I was all weird or that I expected anything. She seemed to respond well to it and had a good giggle or two (it was confessed during a meme I participated in on her journal). That was a few years ago.

Well, does my boyfriend count even though he doesn't use his LiveJournal except to read his friends' journals? I had a crush on him once upon a time sort of. :P