I resigned from the Codependency Society on Saturday and took myself to the movies instead of driving hours in order to spend hours having the rehab staff give me the thrice-over to make sure I wouldn't be smuggling Crystal Meth into the place when I spent hours on Sunday driving back to spend an hour visiting with my sponsee.
Earlier in the morning I'd spent a fruitful hour having coffee with the sponsee's former boyfriend. Boy, did I get an earful. I got the keys to my sponsee's apartment (which was the original purpose of my visit with his ex), drove over there, picked up the mail, tried to tidy up a little and took out the trash.
I spent a lot of time this past week on the phone with MY sponsor, trying to sort out my feelings, needs, character defects and knee-jerk reactions to needy people which I learned growing up with a bunch of needy people called "relatives" who, incidentally, were alkies like me.
So instead of angrily traipsing off to the wilds of Southern Pennsylvania, I drove to the AMC 24 in beautiful Hamilton, New Jersey and saw "The Golden Compass" which, for my money, was a golden snore. It's so derivative it's not even funny. There's hardly an original idea in the whole thing. It has one or two good effects, and that's it.
Time was I thought Nic Kidman was one of a handful of the most beautiful women in the world. Now I just think she's one of the most heavily-botoxed women in the world. That woman's forehead qualifies for it's own exhibit at Madame Tussaud's Museum of Wax.
The child is utterly charmless and, on occasion, brassy, brazen and more than slightly annoying.
Everyone else was pretty much wasted in their roles.
My opinions were vindicated by less than sterling box-office results for the weekend.
Let's hope that something comes along... and soon... to salvage our entertainment needs.
I spent Sunday reading the NYTimes, shopping, putting away laundry and doing some chores. I clean 1/4 of the kitchen at a time. I found the Faux Christmas Tree and the Genuine MOMA ornament bag and dragged them into the living room. With any luck I'll get the tree up sometime this week since there is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING on television for the next couple of weeks.
In fact, the only bright spot on my television viewing horizon is the fact that Season 3 of "Lost" is now shipping. This is good news since it's highly unlikely that there'll be anything worth watching after the first 8 (new) episodes this year (that's where they stopped shooting when the writers went on strike).
It looks like slim pickens from here on out.
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Well, "nothing on TV" means I can finally get caught up on the glut of stuff on the DVR. Not that I want the writers to continue striking, but it will be nice to have a LITTLE breather. (Also, I will sit through endless reruns anyway, I'm such a zombie!)
I'm watching season 9 of the Simpsons on DVD from the lib and half heartedly reading the Williams-Sonoma Christmas Entertaining book for a review.
I just polished off Season 3 of Boston Legal, and I have something else sitting here from Netflix. I've also got Tin Man on my brand spanking new DVR. Come to think of it, my insomnia and I could go down and watch that instead of sitting here at the computer...
I gotta get me a DVR. I go to bed so early on weeknights that I miss all the juicy adult fare that comes on at 10.
However, there's one show that's always a good view, even if you've seen it a hundred times.
I refer, of course, to Law & Order (any of them).
Dum-da-da-da-dum...
Don't we get tangled up with the sickies, though? I've been taking endless e-mails and text messages from a gal I call "my stalker". I refused to sponsor her, cause she's too sick for me, drives me crazy. She alternates between whining and threatening. She's even used the line, "God's gonna get you." (I don't think she ever saw "Maude"; she's a local gal). Thank heavens that most of my real sponsees are serious about working the steps. That's one of the joys of being here in Korea.
Glad to hear that I needn't waste my hard-earned chunwons on G.C. I'll try "Beowulf" instead. (1 chunwon is roughly equal to a dollar.) I vaguely remember, from high school, that it was a gruesome, scary story. In my mind's eye, they all looked like Neanderthals. I'm sure that Hollywood has dolled it up prettily, heheheh.
Hugs from Asia,
~ Sil in Corea
Sil,
I'm beginning to think that I send out some sort of "come and abuse me" vibe which attracts them. Not just sick and suffering alkies, either. There were many including my ex, the Hollyweird writer, the HMO phone nurse and others.
It must be wonderful having sponsees serious about recovery to the point of being willing to do the step work.
Sigh.
Oh, and as for Beowulf... be prepared to see Angelina Jolie's computer enhanced tits.
Just sayin'.
Oh, and let me know what you think of it.
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