A few random musings that have been swishing around my brain this weekend.....
Fathers.
How some can encourage you, some can discourage you and some can completely ignore you and all your hopes and dreams. Which is best? Someone who encourages you, who believes in you, is someone you may end up disappointing. Someone who discourages you can leave you feeling that they are right, you are useless, but can, in their own roundabout way, be showing you that they care. And those that ignore you, well sometimes it's best that they do. Because no advice is better than the wrong advice from someone who doesn't really care.
Television.
Apart from "Lost" (which was a bit poo this week) there's no TV show currently on air that provokes as much discussion for me, that keeps me awake at night thinking about all the possibilities and trying to work out what is coming next. At the moment, I currently watch on a weekly basis: "Dollhouse", "Heroes" and "How I Met Your Mother". Occasionally I'll watch "Flight Of The Conchords", or "The Big Bang Theory", and very rarely lately I'll catch up with "ER". None of these shows excite me as much as "Lost" does, and "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" did. TV shows are watched, then forgotten. Like popcorn.
Games.
Why are there no girl friendly games for the Playstation 3? OK, so I suppose "Little Big Planet" is fairly gender neutral, but the rest of them seem to be shoot-em up games. I have gotten into "Mirror's Edge" this weekend, but I've had to give it up, as I can't do this stupid wall jump thingy. Why couldn't there have been a nice pony, or a fairy, to help me along?
Holidays.
I really want to go one one this year. Actually go away somewhere, slightly exotic, or at least slightly different to where I live, for a few days and relax. Have a change of scenery. I haven't been on a holiday in six years. Six years. And it doesn't look like I'll get to go away this year. My friends are having a weekend away and I can't go as I have no money. That makes me sad, knowing that I'll miss out on experiences that, knowing my friends, they will talk about for YEARS.
Books.
I always try to finish a book I start, even if I know it's terrible. It's like, I can't honestly say what I think about it unless I've read it cover to cover. But sometimes, it's a chore. Like the book I just finished, "Love Comes Tumbling" by Denise Deegan. I did actually stop reading it at one point, when the main character goes to meet her fiance's two children (a boy and a girl) for the first time. She looks out into the garden and remarks 'It wasn't hard to tell them apart.' Well, of course it wasn't. How could you not tell which was a girl and which was a boy? It's lazy editing, and it makes me wonder if anyone actually read this book before it was published. Of course, just as I figured, the whole story wasn't up to much - a tale of bipolar disorder that doesn't really deal with the emotional rollercoaster of the disease, doesn't address it or even attempt to explain what sufferers feel. The ironic thing is, that the character in the book who has bipolar, writes a book about his suffering and is praised for bringing to light such a misunderstood disorder and for helping others by publishing his story - it's a pity I can't say the same for the book its self.
Internet.
A million gizzilion trillion web pages - so how come I'm bored?
Fathers.
How some can encourage you, some can discourage you and some can completely ignore you and all your hopes and dreams. Which is best? Someone who encourages you, who believes in you, is someone you may end up disappointing. Someone who discourages you can leave you feeling that they are right, you are useless, but can, in their own roundabout way, be showing you that they care. And those that ignore you, well sometimes it's best that they do. Because no advice is better than the wrong advice from someone who doesn't really care.
Television.
Apart from "Lost" (which was a bit poo this week) there's no TV show currently on air that provokes as much discussion for me, that keeps me awake at night thinking about all the possibilities and trying to work out what is coming next. At the moment, I currently watch on a weekly basis: "Dollhouse", "Heroes" and "How I Met Your Mother". Occasionally I'll watch "Flight Of The Conchords", or "The Big Bang Theory", and very rarely lately I'll catch up with "ER". None of these shows excite me as much as "Lost" does, and "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" did. TV shows are watched, then forgotten. Like popcorn.
Games.
Why are there no girl friendly games for the Playstation 3? OK, so I suppose "Little Big Planet" is fairly gender neutral, but the rest of them seem to be shoot-em up games. I have gotten into "Mirror's Edge" this weekend, but I've had to give it up, as I can't do this stupid wall jump thingy. Why couldn't there have been a nice pony, or a fairy, to help me along?
Holidays.
I really want to go one one this year. Actually go away somewhere, slightly exotic, or at least slightly different to where I live, for a few days and relax. Have a change of scenery. I haven't been on a holiday in six years. Six years. And it doesn't look like I'll get to go away this year. My friends are having a weekend away and I can't go as I have no money. That makes me sad, knowing that I'll miss out on experiences that, knowing my friends, they will talk about for YEARS.
Books.
I always try to finish a book I start, even if I know it's terrible. It's like, I can't honestly say what I think about it unless I've read it cover to cover. But sometimes, it's a chore. Like the book I just finished, "Love Comes Tumbling" by Denise Deegan. I did actually stop reading it at one point, when the main character goes to meet her fiance's two children (a boy and a girl) for the first time. She looks out into the garden and remarks 'It wasn't hard to tell them apart.' Well, of course it wasn't. How could you not tell which was a girl and which was a boy? It's lazy editing, and it makes me wonder if anyone actually read this book before it was published. Of course, just as I figured, the whole story wasn't up to much - a tale of bipolar disorder that doesn't really deal with the emotional rollercoaster of the disease, doesn't address it or even attempt to explain what sufferers feel. The ironic thing is, that the character in the book who has bipolar, writes a book about his suffering and is praised for bringing to light such a misunderstood disorder and for helping others by publishing his story - it's a pity I can't say the same for the book its self.
Internet.
A million gizzilion trillion web pages - so how come I'm bored?