I had lunch with my friends Becky and Laurie yesterday, and they may have made veiled threats about what happens to people who don't update their blogs for a whole week. In my defense, I was unexpectedly busy. However this week marks the five year anniversary of when I started blogging, so I really should make an effort. If I had written, I probably would have said something along the lines of:

1) The new Star Trek movie. Saw it, liked it. The special effects were good, the action extremely satisfactory, and while the plot wasn't perfect, I didn't hate it either. I thought the actors did a wonderful job in their roles, particularly Zachary Quinto, who I was prepared to dislike. Spock was always my favorite character on Star Trek and I'm used to not liking Zachary Quinto as Sylar on Heroes. But the only objection I had to him was that they had Winona Ryder playing his mother. She's my age. He's only six years younger than me (yes, I looked it up.) I'm not old enough to be Spock's mom, dammit.

2) Lost! From starting off with the appearance of yet another Deadwood alum, to the final Lost reversed black text on a white background, the finale did not disappoint. Except for the part where we have to wait until 2010 to find out what comes next. Maybe I'll fill the time with old Deadwood episodes.

3) Andy Capp Hot Fries. These came up in conversation recently, and I wondered do they even still make them? The internet says yes. Not only do they still make them, they make them in four flavors. I'm unclear on why such an obscure comic strip character has his own snack - in Original, Cheddar, Steak White Cheddar and Steak Chili no less - but I guess never underestimate the purchasing power of drunks and stoners looking for that special something to much on after the bars close.

4) Writing class. My writing class started and so far so good. Although, I'm in the first group that has to share a short story for the class to critique and I'm tied up in knots over it. I don't really write short stories, or even read them all that much. So I pulled out the few short story collections I do have, which only made things worse. They either tend to be short stories about characters I know from full length books or written by Neil Gaiman. You know who is an intimidatingly (hey, Word is claiming that intimidatingly is not a real word. I'm pretty sure it is so I'm sticking with it) better writer than me? That would be Neil Gaiman. I've fretted about this story all week and kicked around a bunch of ideas, but I haven't actually written anything yet. And it is due tomorrow. Nothing like a little procrastination to get the words flowing, right?

How was your week?

Posted by Bad Penguin at May 18, 2009 7:01 AM