Due to my Oscar enthusiasm yesterday, I completely forgot to congratulate the winners of the Newbery, Caldecott and Printz awards, which were just announced at the ALA midwinter conference. Good books all, but of course I have to send a special shout out to John Green, who received a Printz honor for An Abundance of Katherines. This is after WINNING the Printz last year. Step back! It’s so impressive: that’s like getting an Oscar for your first film, then getting nominated for your second. I mean, hello! Even more fun, on the Brotherhood 2.0 site, you can see John just after he received the news, in all his disbelieving glory. So awesome.

Meanwhile, I was feeling kind of low the other day, like the world was kicking me when I was down. You know the feeling, I’m sure. (Or maybe you don’t. In which case, I salute you. And want to know your secret. Seriously, what is it?) Anyway, I was slumped on the couch, about to commence a pity party in earnest, when I realized a few weeks back I’d Tivoed a couple of episodes of A&E’s Intervention. So I put one on. Five minutes later, no joke, I was completely cured. Maybe the one I saw was particularly bad—I think it was, in fact, a girl who was really beyond help, it seemed—but it provided some much needed perspective, stat. It’s entirely too easy to get caught up in your own stupid dramas, especially when you spend much of your day inside your head anyway. Good to have something to remind me that life is not so bad, not at all. Even if it is January, and gloomy, and I feel like I can’t please anybody. At least I’m not addicted to meth and half naked in my driveway. And for that, I am grateful.

Finally, how great was it to have a new Gilmore Girls AND Veronica Mars last night? It seems like forever, and it’s nice to have my Tuesday nights back. Although I do have one thing to say about VM last night—-and this is a SPOILER so don’t keep reading if you haven’t watched it yet!—-which is, didn’t we all learn from the whole Ross and Rachel “We were on a break!” thing? There should be some kind of rule that if you break up with your one true love, you CANNOT sleep with anyone else for, like, at least a week. Just to make sure the breakup sticks. Because those impulsive things are always followed by said OTL showing up, ready to reconcile, and then you’re in a real pickle. Logan clearly should have taken my advice and stayed home to read the dictionary, or something. Oh, well.

have a good day, everyone!
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