Media Therapy

A few people have expressed a frustration with my lack of posting. To that I say I TRY to post once a month. I realize the last few postings were weak tea, not even true postings, and that I missed the month of December entirely. Well? Hmmm. Not to put too fine a point on it, but December was fraught with drama, it began with it and boy howdy, did it end with it! Leaving me so emotionally and physically spent that at the end of each day I buried myself in television, movies, web surfing, anything that could to unplug my brain and take me away from the craptastic circumstances that I was mired in. Aannnnd here I am... emotional reserves on low, but with a full pop culture tank, ready to post!

Thanks to the Writer's Strike and the magic of FanPop.com I have managed to get caught up on all of my TV watching:

The Unit. It's entertaining to a certain degree (if you like explosions and are interested in picking up some military vocab most ricky tic), but really it's just a soap opera with guns.

The Office. Steve Carrell... a social car crash that I can't look away from. I laugh even when I don't want to.

House. A show about a pill popping ego manic who spews snark as easy as taking a breath. Each episode is the same, House always figures out what is wrong (you know he's figured it out when suddenly he goes still and they do a close up of his eyes). FYI it's never Lupus. The main character is nasty and the episodes fairly predictable. Why do I love it so?

Lost begins tomorrow (woot!) and BSG doesn't start up for another few months, but I have managed to stay abreast of the spoilers. I skip ahead in books too. Mea culpa.

Movies:

The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything: meh. It lacked the usual Veggie Tale music that I have come to love. The feral cheese doodles were fun, but I coulda, shoulda waited for video.

27 Dresses: romantic comedy, no brainer, chick-flick. LOVED IT! It made me laugh which was something I really needed to do, plus I got to hang out with Lisa and Tina. Great girl night.

Cloverfield: they should sell barf bags with the ticket. Not because of extreme content, but because the whole thing was shot ala Blair Witch with a hand held camera. I was seriously nauseous and I never get motion sick, but ack!

Video:

Revisiting L O S T and BSG in preparation for the coming goodness. Rewatching Firefly 'cause I can never get enough, same goes for Transformers (I squee every time I hear "roll out") and oddly, Much Ado About Nothing. "But Beth you hate that movie," you who know me say. Nah, I just don't think Branaugh should do comedy, he's much better at brooding angst then delivering a punch line, but there's something about Emma Thompson's performance that really speaks to me at this time...

And there you have it. I feel like I have to post, that I should post about something greater then my media therapy, but what? Those things that have loomed largest in my life of late are not things I want to relive. The shock, the vitriol, the delusions, the rage, the sorrow. I need to put it all down, not to forget (oh, that I could), but... I don't need to analyze or scrutinize in an attempt to understand as if my understanding would fix things. I will pray. That is the ground I must hold right now. I ask that you pray too with me and for me.