Well, this is typical. For eight hours I was cooped up in a vehicle that somehow managed to fit: my father, my mother, their skis, our “ski bag,” which full of ski suits–that’s right, onesies!!–gloves, goggles, etc., my suitcase, my parents’ suitcase, a cooler full of food, a giant sack of non-perishable items, a mysterious blue duffle bag, winter jackets, the DOG, my backpack, and, of course, ME…AND I still had enough room to lie down across the backseat. Behold the wondrous, tetris-like ability my dad possesses when packing a small SUV! And we’re not talkin’ just enough stuff for, say, the four day vacation we’re actually taking, but enough to get us through a nuclear winter. Holla!
Right. So anyway, there I was, sprawled out on the backseat, reading, which inevitably gave way to napping–how is it possible to fall asleep every 15 minutes? the book I’m reading is good, albeit a mildly disturbing account of butchery and love affairs by the author of Julie and Julia, and it shouldn’t put me to sleep because it’s a memoir and it has humor– although any personal account in which the phrase “fat cap” must be used inevitably makes me want to gag. But that’s not the point. The point is that during one of my moments of semi-consciousness, where I was neither reading nor asleep, I thought of a great blog idea! But somewhere amid the “messy mound of pig flesh” and a “veined wedge of fat in the center with its trove of glutinous glands,” I forgot what it was, as is typical for most of my blog ideas. So until I write my Ode to Holidays that Suck (in tribute, of course, to Valentine’s Day), I will just leave you with a creative video.
This is If Filmmakers Directed the Super Bowl (it’s a little late in theme, but hey, at least I’m not posting the Darth Vadar commercial!). Even though I’m the antithesis of film savvy, I know enough about movies to know my film savvy friends will really appreciate it. So here’s to you, my film savvy friends who inspire me:
They Call Me Fushilou 