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Yes, I’m going to talk about Doctor Who. Again.

David Tennant looking fine with his hairSo yes, I’m still obsessed.   But, to my credit, “Doctor Who” is a show that is very easy to obsess about.  I’m starting to think that the U.K. has it in for me.  Nearly every British cultural thing I have taken in recently has been so good and so entertaining.  I’m turning into an Anglophile!  Let’s look at the evidence, shall we?  Harry Potter, Love Actually, Torchwood, The IT Crowd, Doctor Who… and I have a laundry list of other television shows that I must check out as soon as Kile and I are finished going through the rest of the “Doctor Who” seasons (they call them series over there, not seasons, and I’m getting so used to it that I nearly almost typed “series” before I realized all these American readers I have, all two of you, would have NO idea what I was on about).  Shows like “Secret Diary of a Call Girl” and “Sherlock”.  I find myself finding new appreciation for British actors as well… I’ve long since adored Colin Firth, Emily Blunt, Ewan McGregor, James McAvoy, Keira Knightly, Gerard Butler and Andrew Lincoln to name a few… but now I’m adding the likes of David Tennant, Billie Piper, Benedict Cumberbatch, Christopher Eccleston, Tom Hiddleston, Catherine Tate, Chris O’Dowd, Tom Hardy, and Arthur Darvill.  I know (I KNOW) I’m leaving out many many many (why are there so many??), but this is supposed to be a post about Doctor Who and not about talented and attractive British actors and actresses.  Seriously, if you are in the mood to drool over the pretty, go look some of these people up if they’re not familiar to you.  You can thank me later.

ANYHOW.  Where was I?  Oh yes.  Doctor Who.  Listen, I know it sounds weird.  And truly, it IS kind of weird.  But I think it’s the weirdness that makes is so… epic.  There really isn’t anything in American television pop culture that is equivalent. This show has been around since November of 1963.  That is nearly 50 YEARS, people.  Most everyone over there grewup with this show and it is a part of the public consciousness.  Yeah, the show has changed a lot during that time.  Most notably there was a large gap of time where there was no Doctor Who at all before it was brilliantly revived in 2005.  I’m familiar with “Classic Who” as it is called, but my heart lies with “NuWho”.   The point being, you don’t need to go watch ALL the “Doctor Who” to get an appreciation for the newer stuff.  Enough of the gaps are filled in that you are able to just go with it in the newer series.

If you are interested in giving it a go, catch it on Netflix streaming or find the DVDs somewhere.  Just start up with the series that aired in 2005, starring Christopher Eccleston as the Doctor and Billie Piper as Rose.  BE WARNED: the early episodes teeter preciously on the “cheesy” side of things.  But then, this is sci-fi and when isn’t sci-fi just a bit cheesy?  The show as finding it’s footing during these early episodes and if you stick with it, you will be rewarded.  Or punished, depending on your view.  You will learn rather quickly that the BBC takes delight in making the viewers miserable.  But that’s neither here nor there.  Don’t be dissuaded!  Before you know it, these actors and characters will worm into your heart and you will be left wondering what you did with your life before you discovered that fantastic world.  Or maybe that’s just me.

The Doctor, Rose and the TARDISAll you really need to know to start out is that “Doctor Who” is a show about a 900+ year old Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey.  He is not called “Doctor Who” but rather just “the Doctor”.  He has a real name but its kind of a major secret.  Sometimes, when he needs to, he’ll tell people he’s John Smith or something.  But really, he’s just the Doctor.  He’s kind of a rogue, by Gallifreyan standards.  He travels time and space in his TARDIS (which stands for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space) which looks like an old fashioned blue Police Box on the outside but is an enormous spaceship/time machine on the inside (“It’s bigger on the inside!”).  He doesn’t die; rather, when he becomes mortally injured he “regenerates”.  Every cell in his body changes in a somewhat violent reaction and he becomes a new man.  He retains his old memories and emotions just fine, but his personality might change a bit.  Still, he tends to be a little on the silly side and somewhat socially inappropriate.  He has always traveled with human companions before, people he invites to travel along with him for fun, but in between his eighth and ninth regenerations, there was a Time War in which his entire species was obliterated (details are slowly revealed during the course of the show but for now, that’s all you need to know to get going) so he is the last of the Time Lords.  It makes him a very very lonely man and he now needs companions for more than just fun… they save him from himself.  His first companion, and arguably the most influential companion he has ever had, is Rose Tyler whom he meets in the first episode of the new series, entitled “Rose” (natch).  From there, the adventures continue.  You just strap in and enjoy the ride!

This show has everything: drama, romance, comedy, tragedy, mystery, action and adventure.  It’s funny and it’s heartbreaking.  The people who make this show LOVE it and it shows.  From everything I’ve heard, working on “Doctor Who” is not a job, it is a delight.  Imagine how infectious that is for the viewer?

The show is still on.  The fans are anxiously awaiting the 7th series (or season) which has been delayed until the Fall of 2012.  Everything I’ve been hearing promises a fascinating and wrenching and wonderful series.  I wasn’t as happy with the 6th series because it was more convoluted than usual to keep up with so I’m hoping that series 7 makes up for it some.

So if you’ve ever thought you might want to watch it, give it a try.  Don’t be too intimidated by the longevity of the show and the abundant history and fable that surrounds it.  I was and I put off watching it for far longer than I should.  I heard people talk about it and thought it sounded interesting but you know how it goes.  You come in “mid-stream” and you feel like you could never quite catch up.  “Doctor Who” is very accessible.  Jump right in, the water is warm.

And then come back here and tell me how much you love it.  Because I know you will.

Party in the TARDIS

Let me tell you what I think

I have all sorts of opinions. It seems like hardly a day goes by that I don’t develop some stance on some issue. It’s amazing what having a mind of your own can do, you know.

First off: The Hunger Games. Lord, thank you for making the movie decent. So many times the movie adaptation can be so disappointing, but they did a great job here. I felt the true spirit of the book was represented. And the performances were fantastic, particularly Jennifer Lawrence as Katniss. I couldn’t get over how well she embodied the character… And how effortlessly she played certain difficult scenes. I’m thinking in particular the scene just before she enters the arena, where her fear is on display. They could have gone over the top, or too subtle and Jennifer nailed it perfectly. I’ve already seen the movie twice; the first time with Kile on opening day and the second with Harry just this past Saturday night.

Also, like the rest of America, I have strong opinions on the Trayvon Martin shooting. I’m utterly baffled as to why Zimmerman hasn’t been arrested yet. Why he wasn’t arrested that day, even. I want to see him go to court for what he did. And, frankly, I’m concerned that might not get to happen if police don’t act soon. There are throngs of angry people calling for Zimmerman’s head. I could easily see a scenario where someone would enact some vigilante justice on him (a taste of his own medicine?). I don’t want to see that happen. I would rather see our justice system work on this. But most of all, I want justice and I want to know that there is still hope for that justice in this country.

Ahem.

Speaking of things that get my knickers in a twist… apparently The Today Show felt a need to do some stunt casting of co-hosts this week. I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that this was in direct relation to Good Morning America having Katie Couric co-host this week while Robin is on vacation. Normally, I don’t mind co-hosts. It can be interesting to see someone different behind the desk. Today, Monday, apparently their first special co-host of the week was Meredith Viera. Now, I’m not a Meredith fan but I can certainly stand her. If I weren’t so enraged over their choice of co-host for Tuesday, I would have had no issue watching her this morning.

But. They announced over the weekend that they would be having Sarah Palin co-host. Seriously. Of ALL the choices… Her?? Now, it’s no big secret that we are Democrats… But we’re also open minded sorts. I’ve watched conservatives on tv for years without having a problem. But this is Sarah Palin. She goes way beyond being your average conservative. Ever since the last election ended, I’ve refused to watch anything she has been a part of. Which is easy when she sticks to Fox News which I wouldn’t watch if it were the last channel on tv. But I watch The Today Show and have watched it since I was a kid. I’m so deeply disappointed in this show I love… This was such a horrible idea to have her on the show as co-host. And considering the timing, I think it’s a huge mistake. Since Katie is chilling over at GMA this week, I predict that floods of Today Show loyalists will be migrating over to ABC in the morning. Shoot, just browsing the Facebook page for the Today Show shows how many people are disgusted. I, for one, hope this is an isolated event and not the portent of things to come.

So there you have it. A boatload of opinions from someone that pretty much no one cares about hearing opinions from. Ah well. At least I said my piece!

Blight

I don’t feel melancholy so much as I feel just… tired.  Emotionally, at least (though I’m sure I feel tired physically as well, but caffeine does such a swell job of masking those pesky exhaustion symptoms).  Which isn’t to say that this year still isn’t just the bee’s knees.  On the whole, this year has been a vast improvement over last year so far.  Which is impressive for being only a few short weeks into it.  I have no general complains about this year so far.  Things have been cranking along in a most satisfactory manner.  Truly, I am blessed.

BUT.  And here’s the reason for this post: What was once a bright spot in an otherwise dreary year last year, is now a blight against an otherwise peachy year.  And that?  Is what has me feeling kinda… meh. Well, sad too, I’m sure.  Sad.  Tired.  Disappointed.  Annoyed.

And all of these feelings are painfully close to becoming “over it.”  And when I’m over it, I will be done as well.  Because, as much as I feel there are things worth trying to save here… trying and trying and caring and hoping and ignoring and trying for this long with so little positive result is just… well it’s foolhardy.   Don’t “they” say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results?  I don’t want to be insane.  At least, any moreso than I already am.

It’s hard not to look back on last year, at this once bright spot and really want to reclaim that.  To live in the memory of it.   To bask in the unhealthy glow of it all.  But the reality is that the bright spot is now a source of woe.  And despite being naively hopeful, perhaps it’s time to face the music and realize that it ain’t gonna happen.  And maybe, perhaps, throw in that proverbial towel and call it a day.

After all, nothing lasts forever.  And while I would rather see things fizzle in a more amicable fashion rather than go out in a blaze of drama, it so rarely happens that I get my wish and sometimes endings ARE a blaze of drama.  As much as I’d like to avoid it, being ignorantly stubborn to it doesn’t change the outcome any.  And only serves to make my left eye twitch.

I’m sure the majority of you are reading this going, “What the HECK?” But I assure you.  To virtually everyone who will read this, the issue is a non-issue.  It’s nothing terribly LARGE in the grand scheme of things.  So don’t be emailing or calling me to say, “What is going on!??  I hope it’s not (fill in the blank)!”  Cuz it’s not.  It’s probably only important to just me.

And that, my friends, is the problem.

Uhm… What day is it again?

It’s Tuesday, you say?  ONLY Tuesday??

Well.  That’s just… mean.

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I STILL have a big ol’ post about bullying knocking around in my head.  But there’s so much and it’s so emotionally wrought that I am pretty much just pushing back actually writing about it.  Let’s just say for now that bullying STINKS and that we all need to work on putting an end to it whenever we see it, mmkay?

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You know what doesn’t stink?  Wolf Pack football.  The University of Nevada has a pretty kick-ass football team right now.  And while I’m FAR from being a football fan, I do have a nugget of pride over all this as a) I went to school there and b) I live here (for now).  After last Saturday’s (ESPN televised, booyah!) homecoming game against San Jose State, we (you like how I say “we” like I’m somehow involved in this?) are now ranked 19th in the nation.  NINETEEN.  Top 20!  And, chances are very good that we will climb through those ranks before the end of the season.  And we may not just go to a bowl game, but we might get to go to a REALLY AWESOME bowl game.  You know, the sort you watch on New Years Day or some shiz.

This is a big, stinkin’ deal around here.  Our little team is getting some well-deserved national recognition.  And this can only be good for Kile’s job because the more kids who have actually HEARD of the University of Nevada, the more might actually want to come to school here.

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Of course I say all of this while still wanting DESPERATELY to move the hell away from here.  The sooner, the better as far as I’m concerned.  Anyone got a job for my husband?  Please?

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Wait.  I just realized.  If it’s Tuesday than that mean we have GLEE and Stargate Universe tonight!  Well!  That just changes things altogether!

Yeehaw!

The Hardest Job Ever

Whenever you hear about stay at home moms say how hard their job is, I think it automatically conjurs up this image of slaving away over some difficult physical task, or wracking your brown over an intellectually difficult issue.  But that’s not what makes being a stay at home mom hard.

It’s not physical or mental (or at least not all of it because it is that too).  It’s psychological.

Psychologically, staying at home with small children is hard.  Very, very hard.  Even if the children are extremely well behaved (which, lets face it, mine aren’t), the drain on your psyche would still be there.   And though your nerves are taxed to their very limits, you still have diapers to change, lunches to fix, sippy cups to fill, boo-boos to kiss better, baby’s to nurse and everything else that goes along with it.  It’s a long list.  You have to hear the same old songs and watch the same old preschool programming on television because as mind-numbing and god-awful as it is, it soothes the savage beasts and sometimes you need them to be soothed.  You have to say for the 7,643,495th time, “Liam!  Don’t hit your sister!”  You have to enforce the rules.  You have to give cuddles when they need them (and they always need them when your hands are full with something else).   You have to paw through the pantry in search of lunch food, wondering where all the graham crackers went anyhow.  You have to play the psychological games to make your overbearing toddler still think he’s getting his way when in reality, he’s getting YOUR way.  You have to figure out why the baby is unsatisfied and clingy and needy and then listen to her when you have to set her down to go change her brother’s diaper.

At the end of the day, you breathe a sigh of relief for a few moments to yourself.  And then you wake up in the morning and it all starts over again.  Each and every day.  The same.  No weekends.  No vacations.  No coffee break.  There is no escape.  Just more of the same, day after day after day.

And before long you find yourself wondering, “Is this all there is?”  And “Who am I?  Do I even know me anymore?”  And sometimes even, “What is the point?”

Of course, all it takes are those little moments where you your toddler crawls up on your lap and gives you a kiss, completely unprovoked or the baby flashes her dimple at you when you get her out of her crib after her nap and those little moments really do help you hold onto your sanity.  Because if it weren’t for those moments, you would have run screaming into traffic ages ago.

Then you see those moms who have it all together.  Who gush and say that they just love staying home and taking care of their children is a joy and a blessing.  Oh sure, it’s hard at times but they wouldn’t have it any other way and gosh, isn’t the sky blue today?  Then they bake another tray of cookies and moms like myself are thankful there aren’t any guns in the house because that would be the PERFECT time to put one to their temple and pull the trigger.   Are these “super moms” a myth?  I mean, we’ve all heard woman SAY this stuff, but do they really mean it?  I’d like to think that they don’t but maybe some of them do?   And if they do, then what the heck is the matter with ME?

And there the cycle of worthlessness continues.  But you don’t have time to wallow because someone just woke up in the night and you have to find a way to get her back to sleep without nursing her because you’re trying to wean her at night.

It’s hard.  Every day.  It’s hard.

My Own Money

I need my own money.

Like many stay at home moms, I rely on my husband’s income.  And it can be hard to budget things on only one income.  Especially when that paycheck only comes once a month.  And often, I don’t feel comfortable staking a claim on any of that money for things for myself.  Things like haircuts, clothes or anything else that isn’t an absolute necessity.  And let’s not forget hosting for this-here blog.  Speaking of such things, hosting will be due within a week and, as always, I will feel guilty at the measly $9.95 it costs to keep this place afloat.

I would love to make some of my own money.  I make a small (very small) amount off the BlogHerAds.  But even that I never feel as though it’s my “own” as it often gets used for things like groceries or gas.  Which, don’t get me wrong, I would far rather have gas in the car or food in the pantry as opposed to a new pair of shoes.  But sometimes it would be nice to have a little pool of money somewhere that I could save up and use for myself.  Even if that means buying things for the kids or as gifts.  It’s money I could spend without feeling the GUILT.

I hardly know what that feels like.  I don’t think I’ve ever really had money that I could just spend on whatever I wanted without feeling guilty.  A lot of people get to experience that in their early 20’s.  I never did, because I got married right away and then pregnant right after that and money has ALWAYS been an issue.  Even in college when I worked all summer long in an office job (making pretty decent money, by the way), it wasn’t money I could spend.  I remember when my best friends used their money they earned to go to Disneyland together and I couldn’t go because I had to do other things with my money.  I had to pay my parents back for a stupid mistake I had made when I got my first credit card.  And whatever didn’t go towards that had to do towards buying books at school or helping to pay for my dorm room or somesuch.

Even as a kid, I never really had an excess of money.  I got an allowance when I was younger, but I never seemed to get or have as much as my friends.  I can remember many times my friends would want to go to a movie and I would have to say that I couldn’t because I didn’t have enough money.  They would tell me to ask my parents for the money.  RIGHT.   Because that would have TOTALLY worked.  snort.  Shoot, I remember I would get nervous when teachers would assign projects in school that would require purchasing supplies like posterboard or whatever.  Because I didn’t have the money and I didn’t want to have to ask my parents for it.  Because I always thought they would say no, so why bother?  Now, I’m sure that for school they would have obliged.  But my young self didn’t really consider that.

I still can’t bring myself to ask for money.  Even from my own husband.  And a lot of that is because I know the money isn’t really there right now.  Asking would do nothing, so why bother?

I need to make my own.  That would probably help, right?  But how?  The blog design business is over and done with.  I would love to find something I could do here at home.  But what?  I’m afraid the only answer is working outside the home and right now with the two little ones, that’s not really feasible.  I don’t want to go to work only to have my entire paycheck get eaten up by day care costs.  That’s so not worth it, in more ways than one.  I’m not looking to make a fortune here.  But a little jingle in my pocket sure would be nice.  And maybe then I wouldn’t feel so devalued and useless, eh?