Sorry for the long hiatus. There was the holidays, and then there was a particularly bloody infection for which my saint of a mother-in-law drove me to the hospital at 3AM , and then there was a week of intense antibiotics that made me dyspeptic and ill disposed to do anything but sit around on the couch complaining about Doctor Who.
But I’m back, and nothing that isn’t supposed to be bleeding is bleeding anymore. Huzzah!
And it’s a new goddamn year, cats and kittens.
Are you making resolutions? Cool! I’m not. It’s not really an ideological stance; I have nothing against resolutions. I’ve just never really been interested in making them.
That said, it’d be swell to finish my book this year. I feel like I’m always getting procrastinator-shamed by Chuck Wendig’s blog. Dude knows a thing or two about productivity (and bad words. He is like an angel of profanity.)
It’s the time of year that TVs are spamming everyone with weight loss ads. Jennifer Hudson, whose voice is godlike, is shilling WeightWatchers. Hey, lady has to make money, and I’m sure she believes she’s helping people, not contributing to eating disorders and low self esteem. I’d prefer she spend that time singing, though. If I had a voice like that, hell, I’d never shut up.
I’m glad I don’t have cable. No weight loss ads in between my Doctor Who episodes on Amazon Prime. Just a big screen full of Matt Smith’s beautiful, beautiful face. (I’m behind — just finishing up the first season of the Eleventh Doctor.)
I’m getting married this year. So are a bunch of my close friends. So many weddings, so many celebrations. So much cheese. Much cheese shall be eaten.
Here’s hoping the new year brings you heaps of good times.
