Beat Blogging

Watching L&O-TBJ all I could think was. Goddam! Bebe Neuwirth is hot!

Then I thought about theory when the "point of departure" in a performance (well, argument, but whatever) was the phrase "Goddammit! I love you!"

Then I worried about whether or not I'd be able to get my work done for that class or if I'd have to drop out in shame.

Then I thought about the shame of being a failed folklorist.

Then I thought about how I should probably have been studying and not watching TBJ.

Then suddenly I was distracted from the plot.

So, I caught up with the plot again and found myself objecting and knowing the reasons for objections. Out loud. To the dismay of the dog whose ears perked up and was all, like "huh?" If a dog could say "huh?"

Then I was out of $3 wine so I got more and went back to yelling at the TV and thinking how Bebe Neuwirth is hot.

Then I thought how I'd dyed my hair brown but not dark enough and if I'm going to be a brunette-which really, I am but I'm not-not brunette enough I don't think-I should've gone at it full monty. So I started thinking should I dye my hair back to almost red- not quite- brown- or should I dye it dark brown like really DARK? Should I get a haircut? Maybe I should hack all my hair off with those scissors in the Schlitz beer mug on top of the fridge. Would I look good with bangs? Maybe I should get a perm. Maybe I should chop off all of my hair and buy a blonde wig. I should start wearing make-up---I'm too old to think I can get away with not wearing make up. I should take up dancing. I'd make an excellent dancer. Maybe belly dancing. Is there a combination belly dancing Irish step dancing excercise routine? I need to work out. Yoga would be good. My back and neck have been bothering me a helluva lot recently. I don't want to gain weight. If I get fat again I don't know what I'll do.

Then the commercial break was over and I went back to watching the show. L&O is hiring too many attractive people. Is there anyone who doesn't watch SVU or TBJ and not think "Goddam is hot?" Yet, none of the lawyers or cops I know would I allow eat crackers in my bed. They could eat burgers on my lawn maybe, or pizza in my living room, but not crackers in my bed....who came up with the concept? Crackers in bed? Is that some kind of really exciting pastime I'm missing? I rarely eat in bed. I mostly sleep there. Or toss about and try to sleep anyway. What with how there's no TV in my room so why hang out in bed whilst conscious? Oh--that--yeh---I try to avoid that--- last time ended with what scholars call "untellable narratives" after all.

Then the show was over and I still don't know if I like the color of my hair. Not that it's that far fromt the color it normally it is...Maybe I need highlights...I need a vacation.