Nice.

Nice is a horrible word.
So is good.
Because there's always a but.
It's good, but not great.
Nice, but not for me.
It's like in school.
You're nice, and people tell you you're nice.
But you have no friends.
Because you're nice.
And you're left questioning what they meant by saying that.

Is it really that intimidating?

I read somewhere that the reason some people don't listen to classical music is because they're intimidated, and I suppose the same could be said for opera.
Really?
Can't you just like something because you like the way it sounds?
You don't need to be an expert on the form or the major players/composers/singers.
Heck, you don't even to have to understand the language.
You just have to like how it sounds, or how it makes you feel.
Or that it makes you feel anything at all.
It's not that hard, people.
Maybe it's not that they're intimidated.
Maybe they just haven't found the right tune.

The Seasons of Insanity have come to an end.

And I think it turned out pretty cool.

And where the heck was Diomed?

You don't need to have read The Illiad to watch the movie Troy.
The two have very little in common.

(Personally, I think they flipped through it once, grabbed a few characters and events, and then threw the book away, never to pick it up again.)

It's practically a default by now.

I want to see a show where a character wants to write a book.

So they do.

Then they revise.

And revise.

And revise.

And revise some more.

And hate it.

And love it.

And revise again.

And then they try to get it published.

And they struggle.

And struggle.

And try.

And try.

And almost make it.

But in the end nothing happens.
But they keep writing anyway.
And they never get published.
Not even in the final episode.
Or maybe in that episode, at the very end, we see them open an e-mail, or letter, or whatever.
And the show ends.
And we never know what happened.

(Yeah, I know.  People would get mad.  They'd say it was another Sopranos thing.  Whatever.  The truth is, I'm sick of all of these shows that show someone sitting in the sunshine, writing what appears to be a first draft, never having to edit or revise before sending it off into the world, and then instantly getting published and becoming famous.  Actually, I think I might just be sick of writer characters altogether.)

Just think of all the free time I'll have. Why, I could read a book.

They took a show with promise.
Turned one character into a caricature and a trope.
Turned another into a Mary Sue and a god.
And made everyone else an idiot.
Then they got political.
And not subtly political.
But "I'm going to hit you over the head with this and turn on flashing lights and sirens" political.
Honestly, right now I'm just gutting it out until the season ends because there's nothing better on.
And depending on how it ends, I will or won't come back.
Right now I'm leaning toward won't.

(And I'm not even going to mention Elf Prom.)

If owls can, why can't they?

Baby turkeys should be called turklets.
(Because saying it always makes me smile.)

Yes, I'm having fun. No, your asking isn't annoying at all.

Why is it that if someone announces that they're going to stop drinking, they're viewed as noble and someone to be admired, but if someone has never really drank because it never appealed to them, they're looked at as though there's something terribly wrong with them, like they've suddenly sprouted three heads?