The following was written between the hours of 11:30 PM and 12:30 AM.
OK, it's well after midnight now, and I can't think of a title for this post that doesn't sound completely lame (aka Mid-week recap, Monday Night TV). So I am taking suggestions. If you can come up with something creative, leave it in the comments. You could forever have a part in If You Read Only One Blog This Year.
So it's February. What a great month! One might think having a birthday so close to Valentine's Day, I would continually get, as the kids say, shafted on gifts. Surprisingly, it hasn't been that much of an issue. Especially recently.
I have started back running some. What, you didn't know I had stopped? Well, I didn't say anything, lest Lindsy and Lass scold me. While running Tuesday, I saw a lone frolfer in the park. When I first saw him, I thought I might say something to him. Then, on my next lap, I noticed he had like an open bag or backpack or something that he was dragging along. What is that? Does he have several frisbees that he carries? Maybe a heavier frisbee for windy conditions. Is there frolf gear that I don't know about? Goggles? Gloves? Then at one point I thought I saw him skipping. Not skipping a hole. But skipping, as in "a quick gait of alternate hops and steps." That was just a little too jolly for me. I decided to steer clear.
Remember when Thursday nights used to be TV night? At least that's how it was for me. Cosby. Cheers. Seinfeld. Even Friends. Must see TV. Whatever happened to that? I don't watch a lot of TV these days. At least I don't think I do. There hasn't been a show that I've made it a point to watch every week for an entire season probably since Seinfeld.
24 is awesome! It's so intense. Every segment of every episode. This past Monday night, when Logan told Pierce to do his job (and stop Jack), and Pierce shot back, "I am doing my job. I'm protecting the President of the United States." I kid you not, friends. I. Got. Chills. And the thing is, I never really liked action shows all that much. Except for Hunter. And Magnum P.I. And Miami Vice.
So Monday night is TV night now for me. After 24 went off, I started watching the Flight 93 movie on A&E. Found it very difficult to watch. It's just too real. Some RFK conspiracy thing came on after that. It's sad to me that most of the Kennedys are gone. I would have loved to see what JFK Jr. would have done. Of course, there's always Ted. He's like the Keith Richards of the Kennedys.
The other night before bed I was wanting to turn off my computer monitor. So inexplicably, I picked up my TV remote and pointed at the monitor. I clicked two or three times before I realized what I was doing. Silly Bone.
"There's got to be some good reason for your little black backpack, up, smack, turn around he's on his back..."