Theme? No, there’s not. Why do you ask?
Well, Diana’s out, which is a shame, but she was kind of wishy-washy. And at least she took Marla down with her. Marla has no vision. I don’t mean she’s blind, though. I’m pretty sure she can see.
It’s 50 degrees outside. It might snow tonight and tomorrow morning. Will the weirdness never cease?
So, got any plans for the weekend? I don’t. I might try to see Brokeback Mountain. I really want to see Transamerica, but I haven’t heard about it coming to a theatre near me. Maybe I will finish up that jacket I was working on. I kind of ran out of steam when it came time to add the lining. Lining is boring.
Today is January 12. It is nearly halfway through January, which makes us 1/24th of the way through 2006. Dang. It’s weird to know that this is my last century. I guess I should consider myself lucky, since some people only get to live in one century and I’ve already been in two, but it irks me a little that I’ll never get to say that I’m 1/24th of the way through 2100. I suppose it’s possible that I might live to be 123; I have some long-lived genes floating around in me.
And for those of you who get uppity about centuries starting in xx01 instead of xx00, keep in mind that our dating system is completely arbitrary. It’s based on the birth of Jesus, who for the sake of argument I will stipulate was an actual historical figure. But his exact date of birth is unknown; most scholars believe it was sometime in the spring, and Christmas was moved to December to coopt pagan winter solstice celebrations. What’s more, it wasn’t until quite a while after his death that his religious movement caught on, so who knows what the actual year was? Time and dates are all about approximations and context. This may be why I didn’t particularly relish history classes, except when they let us do essay exams instead of multiple choice.
In summary, it’s silly to get fussy about a detail that’s based on an arbitrary starting point anyway.
Regardless, I might just live to 124 so I’ve got my bases covered.
I watched Project Runway for the second time last night. The first one I watched was last week (a re-run of the Nicky Hilton episode). But I think I caught the wrong one last night because it was a lingerie one and then at the end it previewed the Nicky Hilton one for “next time.” So I was either time-traveling and didn’t realize it, or I was watching another re-run. After that I said screw it and went to the gym. When is that show on? Cable’s schedule is totally new to me, having only had cable for, like, a month. And I mostly just watch ESPN when my Cyclones play on that channel.
I still can’t believe this woman was judging a fashion competition.
L and I got a babysitter this weekend and are going to see Brokeback Mountain. I’ll guess we’ll have to wait and rent Capote.
Em: The new episodes of Project Runway are on at 9 central time on Bravo. Sorry I ruined this week’s for you.
Map: Oooh, I love Go Fug Yourself. People make some weird choices. That said, I think it’s better to take a few chances (a la Lupe) than to just make something boring and derivative (a la Marla in the Nicky Hilton episode).
Aubrey de Grey thinks you’ll live to be 124. Short version: tomorrow someone develops a treatment that extends your life by 10 years; during that 10 years someone develops a treatment that extends your life by 20 years; etc.
i think that is about the age of the oldest person alive. maybe in south america? maybe it was 114?
anyway, i think you have a good shot at it, especially if we get stem cell and those mice who regenerate organs going. (was that a james story? and if did you see it?)
You didn’t ruin anything, Aprille. I’m not invested enough in the show to care if I know the ending before the beginning. But thanks. 🙂