I'm Going Deep

So, yeah, last night's Lost. I was kind of confused by it, probably more so than any other episode.At first I wasn't. I was like, well, Desmond does see the future. Desmond did kind of go back in time when he was blown from the hatch a few seasons ago, so for him to be flipping out, it wasn't that surprising to me. But then Faraday said was a side effect and then the same thing was happening to this Minkowski fellow. Will it happen to anyone else? Is Desmond ok for now? Will he freak out again? Will Desmond being Faraday's constant come back into play? Just more questions that need to be answered.

Speaking of Faraday, I liked him until the episode last night. I thought he was quirky little guy. But he was annoying the crap out of me in 1996.

How does Penny know about the island? I have a theory. I think her dad is way into this Hanso/Dharma thing. Notice how he was paying a boatload of pounds for a book about the Black Rock being sold by someone named Hanso (by the way, all of those familiar Lost terms were flying so fast in that auction scene that I wished I had Tivo so I could replay it) and I think that Penny's dad knowingly sent Desmond on that trip to land on that island. Maybe he even sees the future. I mean, he hated Desmond before, why was he being so nice to him in the bathroom? I think Penny's dad is dead and his last dying breath was to say something about the island to Penny. (I just decided to make Penny's dad dead. The inside of my brain must look like Faraday's notebook. ) But wasn't Desmond and Penny's overlapping declaration of love, sweet? And, last time I saw Desmond clean cut, I liked the dirty, shaggy Desmond better. But last night, I really dug clean cut Desmond.

Anyway, now that they are on the freighter, I am anxiously waiting to see Michael show up and say, "I am Ben's man on the boat. I opened the door to the sick bay. I am your friend on the boat."

And PS. I can't believe Sayid handed over the gun. Is this foreshadowing of the thinking with the heart that Ben alluded to? Or what Is foreshadowing after the fact? Evidence maybe? I don't know anymore.

Another Monday

Ah, the Oscars are done for the year and it wasn't a bad Oscars at all. George Clooney didn't win. Cate Blanchet didn't win. No one old won. And the best song was a song from Once, which was a really great movie and if you haven't seen it you should. It will make you feel good.

Ashley and I went to that tiny Italian place on Main St. in BG and it was a truly craptastic dinner. I tried to be positive about it, but I eventually had to give up. The service started out well, but then started to suck. I thought the food was gross. And the lighting in the place was weird. It was really weird. It didn't have many lights on, but the few that were on must have had 600 watt bulbs in them.

Then we went to Becketts, and I was the indecisive one. I couldn't think of a thing I wanted to drink. So I finally settled on a Heineken Light, because it was on special and I basically just had to make a decision. So the bartender uncaps the bottle, puts it in front of me and then immediately lifts it back up and starts bringing it to his face and I honestly thought he was going to take a sip. I so thought that, that I literally said, "Are you going to drink my beer?" But he just smelled it, threw it away, opened another one, smelled it and threw it away and then told me I should pick something else to drink. So I did and I hated it. And I only drank half of it. And then I waited for Ashley to finish her drink and asked if we could go. I felt really old and pathetic. Thankfully Ashley was a good sport.

Then we went to Marble Slab Creamery and I ate too much ice cream and it too was kind of gross. The world was against my taste buds that night.

But don't feel sad for me, I made up for it yesterday. Everything I ate yesterday was delicious.

I Always Thought Gargamel Deserved an Oscar

Did you all know that the Smurfs are 50 years old? I would’ve never guessed that. I LOVED the Smurfs as a kid. It was my favorite Saturday morning cartoon. I have distinct memories of laying on the couch watching the Smurfs. The memories are so distinct, that if I closed my eyes, I could almost transport myself to those moments. Ah, memories. I bet if I tried to watch the Smurfs now, they would drive me crazy, but who knows. Maybe I will test that theory when the Smurfs3-D movie comes out next year.

So the Oscars are this weekend, and as most of you readers know, I love me some Oscars. This year, however, I am not really into the nominees. But I will tell you who I think I will win and who I want to win. Because I know everyone is chomping at the bit to know.

Best Picture: I think No Country for Old Men will win and it should. It rocked and it is a Coen Brother movie. And with the exception of that movie about killing the old black lady, and the one with George Clooney (barf) and Catherine Zeta Jones, the Coen Brothers can do no wrong. Come on, The Big Lebowski? Fargo? Raising Arizona? So awesome.

Best Actor: I think Daniel Day Lewis is supposed to win. I haven’t seen his movie (There Will Be Blood), so I don’t know if he deserves it. As long as George Clooney doesn’t win, I am a happy camper. I would like Viggo Mortinsen to win. 1. Because he’s Aragorn from Lord of the Rings. 2. Because he has the same birthday as me. 3. Because I liked Eastern Promises. And 4. Because he shows his penis in Eastern Promises. I respect any many who lets it all hang out.

Best Actress: This tough. I think Julie Christie is going to win for playing an old lady with Alzheimers who goes into a home, forgets about her husband and falls in love with someone else. It was a sad movie, but a good sad movie. I also saw the movie about French singer Edith Piaf and the woman who played her looks completely different. It was also a sad movie. And I liked Juno. I don’t know who I want.

Best Supporting Actor: Javier Bardem will and should win for No Country for Old Men. Not just because I liked that movie, but also because he was totally psycho in it. Like, the kind of psycho that jumps off the screen and makes your skin crawl.

Best Supporting Actress: I have no real choices of who I want to win, so let me tell you who I don’t want to win. I don’t want Cate Blanchet to win. I am tired of the Cate Blanchet bandwagon. I am jumping off. Actually, I was never really on it; I mean, I think she’s a good actress, but she was never my favorite. And I don’t want Rudy Dee to win. I don’t think old people should get awards just because they are old. Call me an ageist or whatever, but I don’t think because someone is closer to death than someone else means they gave a
better performance.

Anyway, there you go. My Oscar analysis.

What's Cooking in Suzy's Kitchen

I thought I would share some of my recent culinary endeavors. If you would like recipes, please let me know.

Three-Bean Salad: It was cold and beany and pretty tasty. But I'll be honest, I don't know if I am going to make it again.

Sweet and Spicy Pork Chips: These were GOOD. Delicious, fast and most of the ingrediants are ingrediants you would already have.

Crustless Quiche: This was way more delicious than I imagined.

Bon Appetite!

Oh Lost, You Sneaky Little Show

Last night I texted Robin that it’s as if everyone on Lost has swapped personalities. Sayid is working for Ben. Hurley is tricking his friends. Sawyer is sensitive. Desmond wasn’t calling anyone brother. It was as if we were on a paralel Lost universe. Apparently one where people actually get to leave.

I always forget how much I like Sayid until I see a Sayid episode (or when he is killing people with his thigh). He is actually a lovely man. He was all concerned with giving Naomi a proper burial and what not. But then he might find her name on this mysterious list later and be all like, "Whew, one less I have to kill." And by the way, what happened to his lady, Nadia? Wasn’t he trying to get back to her?

A few comments:

> I thought that picture of Ben they showed last week looked like it wasn’t taken on the island. Sneaky guy, huh?

> I do not like Sayid’s hair straight and coiffed. It looks way better curly.

> I wonder what that guy in the beginning knew about the crash. He totally freaked when he found out Sayid was a survivor. But then Sayid did what Sayid does and we’ll never know that guy’s deal.

> I am kind of getting tired of the whole, "Oceanic Six" nickname.

> I wonder who else is going to be able to see Jacob’s Cabin? I want to see more. It creeps me out in a fun way.

I can’t wait for next week.

Dirty Dishes

I apparently have a subconscious issue with dishes. If you remember, over the weekend I had a dream that I did dishes that seemed so real that when I woke up, I was kind of pissed that I still had to do dishes.

Last night I dreamt that I had done a bunch of dishes, but then I put a dirty dish in the sink and the mess from that dish got onto ALL the clean dishes and I had re-wash them all. This time I was happy to wake up and realize I didn't have to wash any dishes.

What is my deal? I don't hate dishes. I find it an inconvience, but I do them. Sometimes I don't even mind.

Are the dishes in my dream a metaphor for something else in my life?

As my friend Laura say, "WTF? What the Fuck?"

Happy Lost Day! Oh, and I guess Happy Valentines Day too. But most importantly, Happy Lost Day.

Now I Can Get Back to What's Really Important

The Writer's Strike is over! Hooray! Hazah!

In anywhere from four to six weeks, we will be seeing new episodes of our favorite shows.

Welcome back Michael Scott and everyone from the Office. And to you to McDreamy. I've missed you Jack Doneghy and Liz Lemon.

It also means we'll get more episodes of Lost. And the Oscars! I love me some Oscars!

This almost makes up for all of the snow and wind chill and snow and wind chill. Almost.

Hazah!

Dreaming About Awake

The weirdest thing happened.

I decided to take a nap. A real nap. I went back to bed and everything. I always nap really hard when I go to bed. Anyhoo, I had woken up and made a peanut butter sandwich and washed the dishes.

But I hadn't woken up, I had dreamt all of it. It seemed so real, that when I did wake up, I was kind of annoyed it actually hadn't happened. I was hungry and I still had to do dishes. And then when I actually did do all of those things, it felt like deja vu.

Weird, huh?

A List of Things I Currently LOOOVE

Vodka gimlets - I recently read a book where the main character drank many of these. So I tried and I like.

Bones – I love my own bones, but I am actually talking about the tv show. I don't know when it is on. I have been watching it through Netflix.

Netflix – Ok, I've always loved Netflix, but I love it even more right now for bringing me Bones.

Cabbage Rolls – They are so delicious. And I don't really like cabbage, but you stuff them with delicousness and slather them in tomato sauce and they are like eating gold.

Kickboxing – Right now the class I am taking is doing a lot of routines where I can throw elbows and pretend to knife people. I get immense satisfaction from throwing my elbows and pretending to knife people. I give it my all.

Cadbury Eggs – Valentine's Day isn't until next week, but Easter candy is out now. I don't mind. I love Cadbury Eggs. They have like, 1 billion calories in each one, but I don't care, because I can throw my elbows and pretend to knife people in kickboxing class.

Bed – I love going to bed. I love reading in bed before I go to sleep. I love going back to bed to take naps on the weekend.

All the Young Folks by Peter Bjorn and John – My newest favorite song. Go to my MySpace page to take a listen. I have decided that I like any song with clapping and whistling.

Reading – I am really into reading right now. I've always liked to read, but I've seriously read like, six books since the beginning of the year. Granted they are not all giant novels, some of them have been novellas and plays, but that's still a lot of reading.

And of course, last but not least, Lost – I hear there might be an end to the Writer's Strike very soon. If that's true, let's cross our fingers that maybe Lost can crank out a few more episodes for this season. In the meantime, watch it tonight.

GRRR!

As most of you know, I hate my job. It is just a way to keep me off the streets, good food in my belly, good movies in the mail, and a nice facility in which to exercise.

I hate my job for numerous reasons, but defiinitely one of the top five reasons I hate my job are the ridulous people I am forced to interact with. Apparently the new trend with these people is to wonder why I am not married. Every single person here thinks I should date an older man. One guy told me I should find a sugar daddy.

My questions is: how did my personal life become their business?

I never really talk much about my personal life at work because I don't care enough about these people to let them know about it. And to be honest, I don't want to know about their personal lives either, because people tend to give too much information.

I could have a rockin boyfriend. I could have nine rockin boyfriends. Maybe I like to have homeless men fuck me with their toes. Unless I tell them about it, why should they care.

Anyway, it's embarrasing. I am embarrased writing about it. Some people make me want to be a hermit.

But they'd probably still be wondering why I don't have a hermit husband.

The Biggest Sporting Event of the Year

You probably think I am talking about the Super Bowl, but I am talking about Puppy Bowl!

Maybe I should've said the CUTEST sporting event of the year.

I think I am hearing the world give a collective, "AWWWWW."