1. I am writing this as I am on the phone with Apple support. Apparently, you can’t register a Apple warranty online in NC, as they don’t recognize us as a state. Or something. Whatever, they are playing “The Boys of Summer” while I am on hold, so it’s all good. Although it’s version by The Ataris, not Don Henley. But I get points for KNOWING it’s the Ataris, right? Maybe I am not as old and out of date as I think.
2. Speaking about being old, or not, I must respond to the sheer number of people wrote in to say that while they may be younger than me (okay, WAY younger than me) they DO know who Mr. T. is. Apparently he, like Barry Manilow, is an entertainer to transcends generations. And to that I say, “Quit your jibba-jabba!” Or maybe, “Shut up, fool!” or something equally T-worthy.
3. I really, really want to see Slumdog Millionaire before the Oscars. I haven’t seen hardly ANYTHING else that’s nominated, and honestly the show itself isn’t really that appealing to me this year. Maybe because I haven’t seen anything, or maybe it’s that I DREAD the length of the telecast, or maybe I just don’t know enough about Hugh Jackman to be excited about him hosting. It could be any number of things. But maybe, if I see this movie and love it as much as everyone says I will, I’ll feel enthused. Now, it’s just a matter of, um, getting there before Sunday. Gotta work on that.
4. Has anyone else seen that new commercial, with the very cute little girl who talks about how she took a picture of her pet fish, and then demonstrates how she sends it to her relatives via email? I think it’s for Canon, but I’m not sure. Anyway, it’s very sweet, except….her goldfish is named Dorothy. Hello! Anyone with a toddler can tell you that ELMO’S goldfish is named Dorothy. I mean, could they not come up with another name? Is it really necessary to shamelessly crib off of Sesame Street? Maybe I’m just taking this all a little personally. But I have to say, my husband noticed it too. “Dorothy?” he said. “Please!”
5. Finally, I know this blog is usually all fun and games, especially on Friday, but some stuff on the news this morning has me thinking. There have been a lot of stories lately online and in magazines about domestic violence because of a recent incident involving celebrities. It’s bringing attention to the issue, so I wanted to take this opportunity to say this: if someone loves you, they do NOT HURT YOU. Period. If you are in a relationship that makes you feel unsafe or scared, tell someone. Tell a parent, a friend, a teacher, a clergyperson. There is help available. You don’t have to be alone.
(Sorry to end on such a serious note. But I know a lot of girls read this blog, and some things you just can’t emphasize enough.)
Have a great weekend, everyone.