Because I like to 1) overplan, 2) daydream, and 3) make decisions about events based on Internet browsing and vague ideas of movie plots, I have given some real thought to the end of the world next year. I mean serious thought, down to imagining a conversation with my mom where I explain to her why we don’t plan to spend the end of days at my parents’ house (“It’s too far to drive” and “we can’t bring the dog,” are my main reasons).
If the world is about to end I won’t be the type to panic and riot. I’d be calm and practical, like the dad from “28 Days Later.” If we are given a countdown to world demolition then I want to go on living as usual by spending time with my husband and daughter (I will assume that Netflix will probably cease to operate, so we mostly have to adjust to that). A lot of the public will panic and get violent and crazy. I want to put the call out there that if anyone is interested in forming a commune-type situation where we can pool resources and protect each other, please let me know. But let’s wait for more birds to mysteriously die or a mountain to melt, or whatever things are supposed to occur. I have run this idea by my associate, and since I don’t think that he thinks there’s a chance that Mayan predictions will come true, we’ll call my plan “Plan A.”
NASA‘s refute of pending doom is solid, but for some reason it doesn’t put me at ease. I might stock up on beans and distilled water. And shotguns in case someone in the commune does go nuts.
Season 2 of “Party Down” is back up on Netflix. While watching it with babe in arms, I eventually stopped it because of the bad language. It made me wonder when we should mind our language around the little one. I constantly casually swear — I eat PBFNJ for lunch every day! My associate has never been much for expletives since I’ve known him, but he watches terrible action movies with dialogue of questionable taste. I guess it’s not too early to stop with the cussing and bad talk. From now on I will substitute all swear words with an exclamation of “swear word!”
Our daughter’s first words will be either “ELY STOP” or “BUNK NO,” no matter how much cursing we do or don’t do.
I went back to work after 10 weeks of testing Hulu Plus and caring for a newborn baby. Thoughts: Hulu Plus still has commercials and a lot of glitches but we’ve watched many enjoyable shows on it through Roku (the same device that we use to stream Netflix through the TV). Televised high fives to my new favorite shows “Modern Family,” “Cougartown,” and “Raising Hope.” Oh, and the baby’s cool, too.
Life is at its new normal. We’re up a little earlier and the evenings are packed with taking care of lots of little things. My new demands have cut into my spare time dramatically. I’ve stopped wasting time by looking at the sites/profiles, etc. of people I don’t like (hate lurking?). By default I’m now a better person.
I had two things that I wanted to happen before returning to work. I wanted my baby to smile at me, and I wanted to have time to cook something. Both things happened. She smiles all the time, and probably laughs, too (I guess — the baby version of most things is different from what I had expected). And I have cooked a lot. Richard has made several fancy holiday meals, and I’ve made time with some back issues of Everyday Food* and Mark Bittman’s “Kitchen Express.” I love the paragraph/loose directions format for his cookbook. My one flaw is my inability to read a recipe before beginning to cook. With his style I not only read the text but because it’s all estimates and up-to-yous it’s hard to mess up (or know that you messed up). It’s just my speed. I’ve made some good soups from it.
Also, my New Year’s resolution is to learn how to properly use commas. During late nights with the baby I read through older entries of Burgerphone and clearly, I, don’t, remember how to use commas. Commas and recipes! I have two flaws.
*I got the December issue of Everyday Food a few weeks after getting the Jan/Feb “light” issue. Going from broiled and steamed low-calorie dinners to pancakes stuffed with bacon was such a shock that it made my eyeballs gain weight.