February 5, 2004 Stormy

I am not really awake this morning because there was a huge thunderstorm last night, which means that Zuko had his expected meltdown. I woke up at about one a.m. to his shrieks, and I reflected upon whether I should lie in bed and listen to him hyperventilate himself into cardiac arrest or drag my ass to the couch and let him sleep under it. So of course I did the latter, only he ended up on top of the couch with me, but he was calm, and somehow we slept for a few hours until I woke up to his stinky tongue licking my face. The storm had subsided somewhat so I let him out and then put him back to bed. I suppose it's not the kindest tactic to be using a water bottle to discipline a dog who is deathly afraid of rain, but whatever works! ::: Last night I watched Angel for the first time in years, and Cordelia was such a delight that it almost made me long for the days when I was so immersed in the Buffyverse. That time is over, and I don't think I'll be watching it again, but I'm very glad that I did. And I miss Buffy. ::: I know y'all have heard me profess to switching the notify list from Topica a dozen times, but this time I really do think I'm switching to notifylist.com. I'm just waiting (and waiting and waiting) on instructions from them on how move my existing list over there. People's addresses are bouncing in Topica for no good reason on a daily basis, and I just cannot take it anymore. ::: I'm really torn as to what edition of the Freaks and Geeks DVD set to order. I just don't know that I can justify spending $130 (the cost plus tax) when I can get it for $48.99 from Amazon and still have every episode and lots of great extras like commentaries, deleted scenes, auditions, and so forth. I mean, I loved the show, but I don't know if I loved it enough to spend almost three times as much to get more special stuff. ::: Because I am smart, I sent my old roommate Jeannie an article about her boss from today's paper, but when I filled in my email address on the little form, I used my domain address. Clearly I was not awake enough to be thinking clearly. When I saw her name in my inbox, of course my eyes widened, but all she said was, "Thanks Eliza!" Whether she will look at the domain or do any searches? Who knows. She's a busy woman, and it might not occur to her (as it did to Shelley's dad over Christmas, who commented at Christmas dinner, "Great website!" -- I've blocked that out, though). Apparently I once told H. years ago when I was first starting the journal that I was doing it, back when I was using a pseudonym, never telling her the name or URL or anything, and she asked me at dinner the other night if I was still doing it. I just said, "Oh, yeah," and tried to brush it off while shoving broccoli and shrimp vigorously into my mouth with chopsticks. I guess all I can do is continue to choose to believe that no one is interested enough to dig any further, knowing full well that if they do, I will just have to deal. I mean, I've always known that anyone can be reading anything I write at any time, obviously, but these latest things are driving it close to home. It's not like I write, "So and so is a bitch and I hate her and she deserves to die" on a regular basis. There's nothing here that would offend anyone personally; I think it would be more like, "That Eliza, being weird again and airing her business all over the world wide web. She's so crazy!" Of course, all I could do is shrug it off, because in the words of Dana Whitaker, I've been strange my entire life. ::: About this time in ... 2001: 2/5: She fascinated me because she was so many people at once – a child, a woman, afraid, brave, weak, strong, evil, good – she was a defeated, defeating contradiction. 2/2: This isn't Beauty and the Beast. It isn't any version of the story of the asshole who turns his life around because some dame sees the good in him. 2000: 2/3: Reading this passage from The Outsiders, I am connected to writer, character, and the reader who comes before and after me. S.E. Hinton and I and Ponyboy, and my 13-year-old brother, because this is the only character he has ever liked enough to read the book twice. 2/2: But Sports Night. It's great. It's funny, and touching, and the acting and writing are first-rate. So I watch it, regardless of title, which led me to overlook it until recently. Sad, but true. Shame on me. 2/1: You know how it is -- when you find a journal, through a recommendation or by accident -- and you feel like you have a lot in common with a person, and you devour his or her words because many of them are your own, just rearranged in another life, the life of someone who might live across the country or across the world. get notified. journal archives © Copyright 2004 elb

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