Monday, April 9, 2007

Pass the Poppycock


After experimentally downloading television shows on (off?) iTunes, I have found my addiction: Weeds. I am so addicted to the show that I am both miserable and thankful that I have only two seasons at my disposal. I know I am in too deep because I dreamed I was romantically involved with Mary-Louise Parker. It was totally lesbian until MLP grew a penis.

The same dream featured a cell phone I couldn't figure out how to use (the 21st century version of the missing-your-plane dream?), very undercooked pancakes, the revelation that our Irish friend F. is actually only 33 (shaved some years off ya, F!...or was this just another cloaked Jesus reference?), a little blond girl, and a hobbit house with a winding staircase. Freud? Jung? Anyone?

Today is Pasquetta, Easter Monday, La Bimba is napping, The Husband is fishing. I think I slept nine hours in a row last night. I say "I think" because I don't believe it's possible (shouldn't I be less tired now?) and because we mustn't jinx it!

I have been gearing up to share the story of how I came to Blogger. Are you ready? I'm not. Next time, I promise.

Sometimes while watching Weeds, I remember Mary-Louise in that movie where she died of AIDS and Drew Barrymore had a black baby. Was Whoopi Goldberg in that movie? And did I actually need to type "Goldberg" there given that there is but one Whoopi?

I had a Big Band songbook growing up. I would play "Makin' Whoopee," treble clef only, and sing along: Another bride, another groom, another sunny honeymoon, another season, another reason for makin' whoopee; a lot of shoes, a lot of rice, the groom is nervous, he answers twice, it's really killing, cause he's so willing, to make whoopee. Then it all goes down hill, washing dishes and baby clothes, not getting laid anymore. Good song.
Oh, I wanted to thank Doug and KC for suggesting places to move. Clearly, however, I should rephrase the question: Where should we move that doesn't require that we sell a kidney to afford?

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

two thumbs up for Weeds. I'm waiting for my next fix, the new season... if there ever will be one!

Doug said...

Well, you do have two kidneys, you know!

Are you in the least expensive area of Naples now? It looks like there are places along that ring-train that would be convenient and less crowded...not sure whether they're any cheaper, though...

Doug said...

Circumvesuviana, I think that's it!

I won't try to analyze that dream; I'll just enjoy it. ;)

rompipalle said...

I forgive you for suggesting we move to a town along the Circumvesuviana because you mean well and you have southern Italian stars in your eyes and you know not what you speaketh. Camorra territory in large part. Cheaper, yes, oh yes. We are currently thinking Portugal...

Doug said...

Really? I had no idea. I was thinking less with starry eyes than based on the American model: live near MetroNorth or NJRail instead of in NYC and get more for your money, etc.

Is it more convenient for the Camorra to be near public transportation? LOL.

I didn't realize that moving out-of-country was an option -- definitely, anywhere (almost) in southern Europe is a damn good idea, Portugal included. How about Spain? Will The Husband be down for learning another language?

There's always South America, too: big Italian communities in Argentina...