Sadieandleo

January 9th, 2009

Ha! Comedy. That’s funny, 200-9. Wow. I’ve been alive since ‘75, don’t really remember ‘79, ‘89 f*cking blew, hell I was 14, a lost teenager. 1999 pretty much rocked, I was thin, clueless and drunk all of the time. So 2009. Odd numbered year too, and you know how I feel about those. (And if you don’t, I’ll recap: don’t like odd numbered years, mostly, but since the number 9 isn’t a prime number I think I’ll be alright. Being divisible by 3 and all, I’m left with a little doubt since 3 isn’t divisible by anything.)

I was waiting for this big thing to get me to write again. As you can see I didn’t make my 365 posts last year. Eff that. My favorite quote used to be “write what you know” but now it’s “blogging stops when living begins” or something to that effect. I’m not lazy, I’m busy. Much praise and envy goes out to those who really do blog every day, that’s m-effing impressive because it is soul sucking and nearly impossible. And I’m not talking the days I was sick or injured or out of state, I’m talking those days when I was outta my mind stressed, overwhelmed, involved, insane, delirious. Sure I had the best intentions of letting it all out, and it was never the part of letting out to have others read it, it was letting it out so I could read it. That’s the hard part. Admittance. Anyhow, beyond all of that crap like “I was trying to keep it in”, “I wasn’t sure how to say it”, “I didn’t know how people would take it”… I’m done with that. I’m also done with pretense and avoidance. And I thought I was ready for that a year ago… silly, silly Tara.

But what would bring me to blog again. Christmas? Nope. I was too busy watching awesome holiday specials on t.v. New Years? Nope. I was playing Guitar Hero. This realization that I don’t have to have any one in mind when I blog? No, that’s been done. In the true spirit of ME, it happens to be the end of Stargate Atlantis.

Oh yeah, you heard me right.

My world pretty much spins on an axis of cake, down-time, crafty things and sci-fi. A few years ago, in the wake of the demise of a one horrendously bad/canceled Star Trek series, Mike was watching the SciFi channel and he stumbled upon Stargate SG-1. Nope, I was good. I didn’t need it. Dumb. Dumb concept. Didn’t get it. But one day he was watching it and I sat with him on the couch and I was sucked in. Oh, was I sucked in. Loved it, hooked, addicted. It filled the void; that void I had since STDS9 ended in ‘99 (oh, a 9 year reference). I loved the characters, the whole focus of the series and it wrapped the techy crap I like nicely with lots of guns and explosions. Damn, it had McGyver in it. How could you not love that? And aliens. Brilliant.

Of course that series sadly ended after ten illustrious years and the spin-off arrived and although dorks may disagree, but take into account how much Empire Strikes Back blew its predecessor out of the water, Stargate Atlantis was even better than the original. Loved it, hooked, addicted. And now it’s ending and only after 5 years. 100 episodes is all we have. Suppose it’s in the vain of Babylon 5, but at least going into that one you knew it was going to be five years, the dude had the whole thing written already (but no one really cares about the last season being that there’s no more Bruce Boxleitner and that whole Newhart ending crap.)

So I have no more weekly fix of sci-fi. That’s like a fish without water. This is the turning point. This is what gets me to blog.

My world will spin a little differently now. At least I still have cake. And the new Trek movie coming out in May. Better not suck.

My only new years resolution is: write when I want to write and write about anything.