It is so horrible to sit at the “Add a Text Post” screen for two hours and only get anything useful out of the last twenty minutes.
But it is so relieving, and exciting, to hit save to a baby draft that will actually become a very good post, eventually.
Hey, so TV Hangover turns a year old this week which is pretty awesome considering I generally lose interest with any and all sideblogs after a month so I’m glad this one stuck around (mostly thanks to other people because I disappeared once in a while). We’re putting up our favorite 2k11 tv moments soon because being on time is for losers but until then, here are some highlights written by some of my favorite people:
- Folkinz’s State of Georgia (RIP) and Happily Divorced posts.
- His Hangover sessions
- Drex’s Games of Thrones posts, which made me laugh although I’ve never seen the show, and especially the one that inspired that Arrested Westeros blog.
- When Drex and I were simultaneously watching Aaron Sorkin shows for the first time (Studio 60 and The West Wing, respectively) and then simultaneously obsessing over Veronica Mars again, both coincidentally.
- Alex’s guest post about Grandma’s House because it’s such a perfect show and she explained it so well and Simon Amstell is my heart.
- Also: drinking games, Breaking Bad blogging, and too many original USA shows.
- It’s gross to link to things I wrote myself but I’d like to say that a low point of my life was making myself laugh while alone and high at three in the morning on someone else’s couch and writing a fake Franklin & Bash script.
I just want to redirect everyone to noting that TV Hangover has existed for a year now and it’s been great! I’m still so happy that Pilot asked me to write about Grandma’s House (WATCH IT BEFORE THE NEW SERIES… WHENEVER THAT ENDS UP BEING?).
Also, and I say this sincerely: the State of Georgia posts were some of my favorites in all of 2011.
All we are allowed to talk about is the weather. My manager offered to drive me literally a block down to the train station. Everyone assured me it was raining hard enough to merit it. Pouring, even. I followed him to his car, and it was really only spitting, not pissing it down. I could take…
Ira Glass (via hyperallergic)
Just last week my friend asked me if I’ve been writing, and I told him no. I mentioned this, actually, because this sticks with me every time I see it, but I’m one of those people who can’t get past that phase and quit. I did already, anyway. I don’t think I can get back to it.
(Source: barbariangroup.com)
I had to delete a rather long (and, while well-intentioned, obnoxious) diatribe about pronunciation tacked on to this that had me rolling my eyes, but look! Useful!
How to Break Bottles - by me
Maria is my friend, and very talented, so of course you should read her work.
Ladies and gents (though mostly ladies), I want to clue you into my new weekly sex column Romancing The Bone, which will be going up on Crushable every Monday morning until sexual equality is achieved. So start reading! The first column is “Does Post-College Virginity Make You A Loser?” As Reverend Lovejoy would have put it, “Short answer: yes, with an if. Long answer: no, with a but.”
There is no one on the internet I love more than Halle Kiefer right now. Between this, and “I Didn’t Know Other People Didn’t Know I Wasn’t Pregnant” a few weeks ago, and logging into YouTube yesterday to (finally!) see a new episode of the Halle and Jess show in my subscriptions… I mean, it’s not even a question. There is no doubt in my mind that she is the greatest.
This lovely story is published in The Good Men Project, which is a website that I really love. I’d like to be able to write like this.
Lately I feel as if I am in a rut of reblogging. I have unfollowed people for less, for skimming through the dashboard thinking, “All I am asking for is some original content,” and yet I follow people who only reblog, so I suppose the science to it is inexact. That said, I still try to concentrate on original posts, to create and not aggregate, though I am a dismal failure at it.
But then I see this and I can’t help but reblog it, because the description here is so apt, one which features the word “love” two times. Sometimes I think back to movies I want to share, and what I post here, and all it is, at heart, is just wanting people to love what I love, in some desperate attempt to share and celebrate the same things.
Matthew Salesses just wants to share his wife.
In the argument against blogging and kids these days, it is always the inherent narcissism of the act that is cited, as though no other activity falls prey to it. But what is the point of the memoir, then? What is the point of writing at all? And from a distance, I can look at this and think, “There is no point in sharing this,” but that overlooks just how much I enjoy reading about other lives, and other loves. I am not the only one. I follow people to get glimpses of other loves, to peek in through their window shades.
But it’s easier to look when there aren’t any curtains. Thanks for sharing your wife, Salesses.
