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Disappointment Sucks, Dammit

Well, looks like my movie reviewing skills leave something to be desired *grin*. For a different take on the movie “Go Fish” check out what this woman [link broken] had to say about it.

Okay, this is how lonely and sad and eager for something to take my mind off of how lonely and sad I was last night: I watched a John Travolta movie. It’s true! I watched “Staying Alive”, and I must say it wasn’t half as bad as I thought it would be. The dancing in the movie all looked fairly ridiculous to me — but then, I’ve never been able to understand dancing, not any kind of dancing, and the dancing in this movie seemed to primarily involve throwing your head and arms back every time a climactic moment in the music happened. I thought about the dance lessons I took as a kid, not my choice by a long shot (promising myself as I watched these people in the movie parade around on stage throwing their heads back a lot that I’d never force my child to take classes) and how pointless it all felt to me. “Move your arms this way! Move your legs that way! Kick! Don’t kick!” — and this is art, somehow? Creativity? It’s a mystery to me.

Dreamed again about Julie Jakolat last night. I dreamed that she’d brought me to Arizona to look at her just-passed-away grandmother’s house because Todd and I were thinking about buying it. It was a hugely enormous house, you could literally have fit three hundred people in it, and then she had to go and left me there to deal with this horrible real estate man who was showing the house to zillionaires and wanted me out and gone. So when I woke up, I searched the house and finally found her address, wrote a postcard that started out, “Julie, Julie, Julie — Okay, after dreaming about you five times in just a month, I get the point. I figure it’s either write you, or dream about you every night for the rest of my life.” We’d gotten in touch last year and she’d given me a friend’s email address. I’d written but never received a reply, and then she sent a card asking why I’d never written the friend’s email address. I couldn’t find that card, but I did find a different one and hopefully she’s still at that same address.

Todd had some adventures last night, he was trying to find an Ethiopian restaurant but it’d gone out of business. Meanwhile, a homeless man had come up to him and walked with him on his way back to the train station, Todd bought him some french fries (*grin* he said that the man did the Happy Dance O Potato Joy when he handed him the fries) and gave him some money, the man showed him the way to the train station and Todd got back to the hotel that way. We got morose on the phone and both were teary but reassured each other that it’ll only be a little longer — he’ll be back tonight at seven p.m., hurrah! Agreed, too, that we both feel very muted emotionally being away from each other. Like experiencing the world through a fog. Not any fun.

Had a rather enormous disappointment this morning — that’ll teach me to read email at 4 o’clock in the morning — I thought I’d been approached about having Parental Warfare published, but hadn’t read the actual wording closely enough. I’d read “publish” and what it said was “digitally publish” which I figure means they want to charge people to read my short stories on the web. And I can’t participate in something like that — I do understand and support charging money for an actual book that you can hold in your hands, but charging money for looking at the web is a growing trend that I really really hate. So that wasn’t any fun and I’m pretty crushed. Because I have such a difficult time dealing with disappointment I learned a long time ago how not to get my hopes up very high about anything but I was still pretty excited about the possibilities for Parental Warfare. Oh well.

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