Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 


Today is certainly shaping up to be a "best of times, worst of times" day. Of the former, Mel & I are here celebrating Kevin & Dana's anniversary. And there are ribs. Glorious, glorious ribs. Of the latter, the results of my grandfather's medical tests came back, and we get to take our pick of the bad news or the worse news.

So here I am, discovering how much I'm enjoying the new Coldplay single, Violet Hill, and wondering how much of this bit o' nowhere should be emotional breakdown or upbeat quirkiness. Generally speaking, I prefer the blog to be of the upbeat and quirky variety; not that I don't mind you all worrying on my behalf, because on the contrary I'm grateful to have good friends who do that. (It attests to how much you really, really love me despite all the horrid fic titles & ideas I help bring to infernal life.)

On the other foot, I'm always leery of veering off keeping the little bit of nowhere "real" and flying the proverbial car off the angsty emo cliff...whereupon, in traditional fashion, it crashes at the base, and it starts to rain, and the lone survive crawls out despite a hundred and three broken bones, pulling their dead boy/girlfriend behind them, and just as the car explodes in the background to provide a breath-taking in-the-rain visual, our broken hero(ine) sobs to the heavens over the corpse of their boyfriend/girlfriend/beloved pet goat.

(See how I casually tossed in that quirky addition at the end there? Damn, I'm good.)

Now comes the more important question: in that last big paragraph, how many cliches did I just inadvertently name, and how many shows/movies have we all seen that featured a scene like this?

In other news, apparently surprising Mel by sending her flowers while she's still in CT gets me called names. (Probably because her family didn't let her live it down and teased her a fair bit as a result.) But now she has returned, and yea, there was much snogging, and verily thou didn'st need to knowest that.

...and it appears there are ribs to be had shortly. Glorious, glorious ribs. If in the meanwhile you wish to send well-wishes, feel free to send them to Gary especially. I know he'd appreciate the support. (It'll probably be easier too, anyway, since you can comment in his LJ via your own LJ account. Vive le me still not bending to LJ!)

Labels: captain obvious

posted by Phillip at 1:13 PM