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TV and birthdays
May. 18th, 2011 09:01 am If I play this just right, we'll mix the good and the bad as well as the sad and it'll be a nice mashup reflection of my poor, poor brain. If not, well, I tried. Possibly. I haven't actually done it yet so I guess it's a little early to say that. Anyway.
Sunday was Widget's 10th birthday. He spent most of it at his mother's and when he returned home he seemed a little blue, which I chalked up to not wanting to leave his mother. It happens. I understand. It appears that Widget didn't exactly have the birthday of his dreams. His mother had better hope that before he learns to read nice and proper (...yes) she's either changed her facebook settings or that the site has died, because he will notice that his birthday involved him having to bring his own slip 'n slide (a gift from the neighbors) and his sister? Yeah. 'Real' party. Just sayin', kids are good at noticing the differences when they go looking. Whatever. This isn't the point anyway.
Widget actually liked his presents. I can sit here and gloat that aside from the slip 'n slide, which was probably the most useful and beloved all in one (you win, neighbors. You win this round!) I bankrolled his other presents that he liked. Actually, you want to know a secret? I think I paid for all his gifts, come to think of it. *counts them off in her head* Yup, I did. So that blows the theory that the boy swiped $80 to make the birthday ~speshul~. What the hell.
Still not the point.
I don't tend to put a lot of emphasis on age. I learned fairly quickly that age really is mostly just a number. It's a number that entitles you to things and opens or closes certain doors, but in terms of maturity, your looks, and a whole host of other things, it's not nearly as important as some might think. This was crystalized in high school when introducing various friends to other friends. The one everyone was sure was the youngest of the group? Yeah, I think she was a year younger than me, and I was either the oldest or near the top of the list, age wise, depending on which group we were in. The one everyone thought was incredibly wise? The youngest by so much that it gave some people serious whiplash. So, aging doesn't bother me a ton. I'm not looking forward to wrinkles or silvery gray hair, but I'm not hiding in fear of turning 30 the way some people are.
I was even sort of looking forward to it because this year was going to be that magical year when I hit the "ha! I'm half your age/the age you were when I was born!" mark... for Dad, anyway. It's kind of silly, I know, but it was one of those things your brain just kind of latches onto. "I'll be 30, you'll be 60, and Widget, well, he screws with the numbers by being 10, but it's all even! Yays!" I'm explaining it badly, but there it is.
There was the moment the boy brought home the cake and it was so very small and I realized that the cakes were usually larger because Dad loved cake. Loved. You were lucky to get a second piece of your own cake if he managed to find where the cake was stashed. Now it's not really a thing because Widget prefers frosting and after a second piece I'm usually good. Sometimes it doesn't even take that much. It was also the first birthday without Dad.
sigh.
Now onto the fluffier things in life.
Or not. Fluffy is on hold... for now. The CW did as expected and canceled Hellcats. Fuck you, TV. I'm tired of this. You take a show that does pretty well for what it is and you move it to a night where it's up against 900 other shows, more than a few are already fighting over the same demographic, and then you wonder why the ratings fall faster than a speeding bullet. So you pull the show and make it so that people have no idea when it's on and wonder why, when you sneak it back onto the schedule, the people have not followed it back.
And you renew OTH. (If you are a OTH fan, please disregard this next bit. It's not exactly personal and thus I would not wish to offend you.) Fuck OTH. Fuck it in the fucking ear. It keeps coming back and every time it does it usually means a show I like has to suffer. I tried watching OTH when Mums was watching. I tried. I did. I was responsible for watching when she'd leave the room and I'd have to detail what she missed when she came back. It was fairly meh back then. I've inadvertently caught snippets in the years since. You, my undying little show of spite, are not better than Hellcats. You're not better than the crappy reality stuff that's only signed up for half a season anyway.
DIE and let me have a show I actually like with a fandom that's not completely fucking insane or delusional or whatever else is going around these days. DIE. Die now.
When the season started in the fall, I picked up two shows. One was Hellcats. The other was Mike & Molly. That only lasted as long as CBS had the episodes online. They failed to continue past episode three. So... congrats, TV. You really showed me.
Sunday was Widget's 10th birthday. He spent most of it at his mother's and when he returned home he seemed a little blue, which I chalked up to not wanting to leave his mother. It happens. I understand. It appears that Widget didn't exactly have the birthday of his dreams. His mother had better hope that before he learns to read nice and proper (...yes) she's either changed her facebook settings or that the site has died, because he will notice that his birthday involved him having to bring his own slip 'n slide (a gift from the neighbors) and his sister? Yeah. 'Real' party. Just sayin', kids are good at noticing the differences when they go looking. Whatever. This isn't the point anyway.
Widget actually liked his presents. I can sit here and gloat that aside from the slip 'n slide, which was probably the most useful and beloved all in one (you win, neighbors. You win this round!) I bankrolled his other presents that he liked. Actually, you want to know a secret? I think I paid for all his gifts, come to think of it. *counts them off in her head* Yup, I did. So that blows the theory that the boy swiped $80 to make the birthday ~speshul~. What the hell.
Still not the point.
I don't tend to put a lot of emphasis on age. I learned fairly quickly that age really is mostly just a number. It's a number that entitles you to things and opens or closes certain doors, but in terms of maturity, your looks, and a whole host of other things, it's not nearly as important as some might think. This was crystalized in high school when introducing various friends to other friends. The one everyone was sure was the youngest of the group? Yeah, I think she was a year younger than me, and I was either the oldest or near the top of the list, age wise, depending on which group we were in. The one everyone thought was incredibly wise? The youngest by so much that it gave some people serious whiplash. So, aging doesn't bother me a ton. I'm not looking forward to wrinkles or silvery gray hair, but I'm not hiding in fear of turning 30 the way some people are.
I was even sort of looking forward to it because this year was going to be that magical year when I hit the "ha! I'm half your age/the age you were when I was born!" mark... for Dad, anyway. It's kind of silly, I know, but it was one of those things your brain just kind of latches onto. "I'll be 30, you'll be 60, and Widget, well, he screws with the numbers by being 10, but it's all even! Yays!" I'm explaining it badly, but there it is.
There was the moment the boy brought home the cake and it was so very small and I realized that the cakes were usually larger because Dad loved cake. Loved. You were lucky to get a second piece of your own cake if he managed to find where the cake was stashed. Now it's not really a thing because Widget prefers frosting and after a second piece I'm usually good. Sometimes it doesn't even take that much. It was also the first birthday without Dad.
sigh.
Now onto the fluffier things in life.
Or not. Fluffy is on hold... for now. The CW did as expected and canceled Hellcats. Fuck you, TV. I'm tired of this. You take a show that does pretty well for what it is and you move it to a night where it's up against 900 other shows, more than a few are already fighting over the same demographic, and then you wonder why the ratings fall faster than a speeding bullet. So you pull the show and make it so that people have no idea when it's on and wonder why, when you sneak it back onto the schedule, the people have not followed it back.
And you renew OTH. (If you are a OTH fan, please disregard this next bit. It's not exactly personal and thus I would not wish to offend you.) Fuck OTH. Fuck it in the fucking ear. It keeps coming back and every time it does it usually means a show I like has to suffer. I tried watching OTH when Mums was watching. I tried. I did. I was responsible for watching when she'd leave the room and I'd have to detail what she missed when she came back. It was fairly meh back then. I've inadvertently caught snippets in the years since. You, my undying little show of spite, are not better than Hellcats. You're not better than the crappy reality stuff that's only signed up for half a season anyway.
DIE and let me have a show I actually like with a fandom that's not completely fucking insane or delusional or whatever else is going around these days. DIE. Die now.
When the season started in the fall, I picked up two shows. One was Hellcats. The other was Mike & Molly. That only lasted as long as CBS had the episodes online. They failed to continue past episode three. So... congrats, TV. You really showed me.