You Take the Good, You Take the Bad

Throat infections suck.

Turkey dinners don't.

Isn't It Ironic

In the midst of celebrating "Green Week" on all its networks, NBC/Universal laid off the entire environmental unit at The Weather Channel, which the humongous media conglomerate acquired recently.

Practice, preach: words to live by.

Also let go were on-camera meterologists Cheryl Lemke, Dave Schwartz, and Eboni Deon. I'm a Weather Nerd, so I know most of the on-air people at TWC, but I don't remember Eboni, which isn't much of a recommendation. I liked Cheryl. But I COULD NOT STAND DAVE SCHWARTZ. I'm sorry he's jobless, but MAN am I glad to see him go.

(Weather.com still has up the bios for the three. That's cold, man.)

Life is a Highway

Shuttling back and forth between hospitals: not highly recommended. My mother is one, and my grandmother spent last night in another an hour away. Commuter Daughter, that's me.

Thank goodness for laptops and remote network access. I don't have the leave time for this!

Everything's Comin' Up ... Daisies?

Pushing Daisies creator Bryan Fuller takes a page from the Joss Whedon playbook after the show's cancellation:

It's very likely that Pushing Daisies will end after episode 13, which as you know, is a cliffhanger. But we are talking to DC Comics about doing comic books that will wrap up our storylines, and I already have a pitch for a [big-screen] movie ready to go.

Extending the life of a cancelled television series through comics and movies ... I dub thee jossification!

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Twilight Time: Never

I haven't read any of the Twilight series, except for a few sentences at Cleolinda's LiveJournal deconstruction of the final book. One of my friends just posted this sample paragraph:

Edward in the sunlight was shocking. I couldn't get used to it, though I'd been staring at him all afternoon. His skin, white despite the faint flush from yesterday's hunting trip, literally sparkled, like thousands of tiny diamonds were embedded in the surface. He lay perfectly still in the grass, his shirt open over his sculpted, incandescent chest, his scintillating arms bare. His glistening, pale lavender lids were shut, though of course he didn't sleep. A perfect statue, carved in some unknown stone, smooth like marble, glittering like crystal.

I ... have no words. Seriously, I can't describe it! Stephanie Myers has chewed up all the adjectives in the world and spit them back out! And people are eating up her regurgitations!

Yeah, I think I'll skip this tripe. J.K. Rowling may not be the best writer in the world, but I'd rather have simple than purple.

Livin' La Vida Loca

Original plan: Parents come to visit for Thanksgiving, order turkey dinner (and cake) premade to save time, have relaxing few days at home.

Intervening event: Mom falls, breaks hip, has surgery.

New plan: Spend Thanksgiving week at parents' house, taking care of Dad and getting Mom home from hospital safely. No clue about Thanksgiving dinner plans.

The fun never stops at Casa de Shannon.

Brand New Day

We're going to give this another try. My life is random and eclectic, so my blog should be, too. No themes, no limits, no rules, just right. No, wait, someone did that already ...