Put It To Bed, Kick It In The Head

Sometimes an extra 30 minutes of sleep is just not worth it. I found that out today. I also remembered why the snooze button is so important. I think those two lessons normally follow quickly upon each other for most people.

At exactly 7:15 this morning my phone begins ringing, and vibrating against the thin metal step ladder upon which it sits. It’s damn noisy, and sometimes includes the added bonus of my phone vibrating itself off the ladder, causing that lovely noise that only consumer electronics and hardwood floor can create. In short: it wakes my ass up. Today, however, I just squeezed the button on the side, silencing it, and then drifting off to sleep with the delusion that I would get up in 5 minutes.

Instead, I had some weird ass dreams about people living at the University of Oklahoma Library, and pretending to know who David Spade was when he recognized me and struck up a conversation (in Spade’s defense, he was sporting some serious facial hair). And there might have been vampires. Most of my dreams feature vampires.

I snapped out of it a bit and looked at my phone. Seven. Forty. Fucking. Two. Ideally, I would be leaving the house no more than 8 minutes later. That didn’t happen. I got up, had a shower/shave/etc., packed my lunch, set my computer to burn a DVD, copied some songs to my iPod, and left. It was about 8:10. Meh. So I get to work about 8:50. Big deal. Thanks to my Montessori experiences in childhood, I was able to eat my lunch in only 10 minutes, so I’m basically on schedule.

And now for the weekend roundup:

I went to test drive the new Yaris yesterday. OMFG! It makes me happy. I don’t want to shill for them (‘cause they are not paying me to), but I must have one.

LOST was okay this week. It was good, but it wasn’t great. It suffered from the same problem as Terminator 3. Okay, it suffered from ONE of the problems of Terminator 3. That problem is pacing. This season was heavy, HEAVY, with character development. That’s awesome. I love me some good dialog and emotional gravitas. But it felt a little light on plot until the end of the season. Specifically, the last three weeks felt like somebody spilled a big bag of plot points all over the script and rushed that shit straight to Oahu. Consequently, the finalé felt a bit rushed. There. I said it. If you’re interested in what I think is a great example of a season finalé mixing heavy duty plot and character development, go check out the last episode of Carnivalé (featuring, coincidentally enough, Clancy Brown).

One last thing. Three hundred and sixty five days ago I was in London, watching Mamma Mia at the Prince of Wales Theatre. Just thought you should know.