“Happy Endings” by Margaret Atwood:
Happy New Year.
"It was then that Delirium noticed that she had absentmindedly transformed herself into a hundred and eleven perfect, tiny, multicolored fish." — Neil Gaiman, The Kindly Ones
“Happy Endings” by Margaret Atwood:
Happy New Year.
For somebody who hates the cold of winter so much, I sure picked a hell of a state to live in. But today, I learn, is the Winter Solstice, the shortest day of the year. After this, the tide begins to turn on what I dislike most about winter: the shorter days, the longer nights, sundown before five o’clock. I seem to tire more easily in December, feel like I get less done, have fewer hours with which to work. I’ve never suffered from severe depression, so I hesitate to call this anything as troubling as seasonal affective disorder. But I am happy to learn that we’ll be getting more sunlight after today. Even though the skies still threaten snow, and Christmas is a just four short days from now, spring seems somehow closer at hand.
Oh, like I couldn’t see that one coming.
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Some quotes, because that’s the sort of guy I am:
“It’s reassuring to know that, after everything that’s happened in the past three months, there’s still irrefutable proof that Bush is a dick.” — The Onion, “What Do You Think?”
“It continues to amuse me when $25,000 items have little “Add to Shopping Cart” icons next to them.” — caterina.net
“A coworker sugested to me yesterday that the last sequel to Harry Potter, where he returns to the magic school should be called Welcome Back Potter.” — teambanzai, via e-mail
“If novelists had a real union, we’d get paid to procrastinate. There would be strikes for longer procrastination hours.” — Caitlin R. Kiernan, Low Red Moon Journal
“Nobody thinks it will work, do they?” “No. You just described every great success story.” — Say Anything, which I watched again this weekend, along with Almost Famous and High Fidelity
There are some days, like any day you see a squirrel trying to unsuccessfully climb a tree with an empty jar of peanut butter in its mouth, that you know are going to be a little different than all the rest. Today has been a good day, all things considered. I learned that lemmings do not commit mass suicide. I learned the proper use of a University credit card and was given one with which to test my knowledge. I learned that my friend Sharon has started updating her weblog again. I cancelled an interview for a job I wasn’t sure I wanted, and an hour later I was asked if I would like to interview for a different job somewhere else. I decided I’m taking this Friday off, finished addressing the last of my Christmas cards (I realize they will be late), had a decent lunch, and saw a squirrel trying to climb a tree with an empty jar of peanut butter in its mouth. Some days are weird, but they’re worth the price of admission.