Wednesday morning, it’s raining, and I’m feeling entirely unenthused about the million-or-so things I have to do. Where’s that nervous energy when I need it? Ah, yes. Right here in the coffeemaker. Mmmmmm.
Okay, so last night I found myself on the couch, flipping between figure skating and American Idol. After awhile, the contrast started to play tricks on me. I mean, with both there’s a performance, and judges, and an enthusiastic crowd. I kept waiting, after a skater finished and struck her pose, for the camera to pan to the judges, who would not punch in numbers to their little screens but instead say, “I don’t know. I just wasn’t FEELING it when you did that triple-lutz. It was a little pitchy.” Or maybe, after a skater fell, “That was horrible. Just horrible.” Likewise, imagine Idol if the judges didn’t say ANYTHING and there was just numbers to go on. It would take some of the drama away, for sure. Although then Ryan Seacrest would have to talk even more, and we don’t want that. Do we?
To be honest, the best thing I watched last night wasn’t Kelly Pickler OR Sascha Cohen. It was a special on meerkats on the Discovery Channel. They’re so fascinating…I can’t even tell you why. Small, furry, intense. And no Ryan Seacrest in sight. So that was nice.
Finally, one last TV-themed entry (are there any other kind?). I am now officially addicted to Tim Gunn’s podcasts about Project Runway, available on ITunes. I downloaded a couple and listened to them on the treadmill, and they were fabulous. I want to just hang out with Tim Gunn, and have him be my mentor. I want him to say, when I’m really stuck and struggling with a scene, “Make it work!” or, if a character is just not working out, to put his finger to his lip and tell me, “I have to say I’m concerned.” I’m going to be in New York next week, very briefly, and it’s a good thing because if I had time I would probably go stalk him, or at least follow a few steps behind, adoringly.
I was feeling so hip with the whole podcast thing, like I was just so up to date. Truthfully, though, I’m still woefully behind in other ways. Like, I don’t even know how to do text messaging on my phone or any other way, and I’m too embarrassed to ask anyone to explain it. And while I can kind of deal with this journal and my blogger page, I still can’t figure out how to post pictures without making a million mistakes first. But I guess it’s all a process, right? Tiny steps, one at a time. And like Tim says, you just have to make it work.