babbling blue

What the hell does “Auld Lang Syne” mean anyway? Apparently it’s Scottish, translating literally to “old long since”, or less literally “long long ago”. It’s from some poem written long, long ago, in 1788. If you want to more, check out the Wikipedia entry on it, cause I’m bored with this topic.

Anyway, Happy New Year to all. Let’s hope it’s better than 2008. While I can’t say that last year was terrible for me personally, I can’t say it was all that great either. And it was certainly a very eye-opening year for most of the world. I haven’t been able to bring myself to look at my 401k in months. I think it would be far too depressing.

So now New Years is done, and we enter the long, barren stretch between New Years and Memorial Day. Unless you’re one of the lucky few to get President’s Day or King Day off (I am not) you have a lot of 5-day weeks to look forward to before you get a break. *sigh* I wish someone had had the foresight to distribute holidays a little more equally about the calendar.

Mini-update on my holidays: Christmas was OK. Lots of driving and stuff. Got to see most of my family, which was nice. Nearly everything I got was in some way related to eating or drinking. Hmm… New Years was fun. Enjoyed the party a lot (thanks Jeff and Gregg) and wasn’t too hung over the next day. Saw “Doubt” on New Years Day. It was pretty good. Meryl Streep is an amazing actress. And that’s all I have to say about that.

Fifteen more days to Obama’s inauguration. Fifteen more days of Bush in the White House. The nightmare is almost over!

That’s all for now. I’ll try to post more often in the future.

And the City.

Yes, I’m a little embarrassed to admit that I went and saw Sex and the City opening night. But the girls (by which I mean the boys) were going, so what the heck? I did watch the whole series, after all.

The crowd was about what you’d expect. A sea of women, many of them all gussied up for the big premiere… and handful of gay men… and a smattering of pussy-whipped straight men, dragged there by their wives or girlfriends. Interestingly, it would have been a good place for a single straight guy to meet single straight gals. There were girls everywhere, and no competition to speak of.

The movie itself was decent. I’d say about 7 out of 10, which was slightly better than I was expecting. The plot was certainly no masterpiece. It was often predictable and heavy-handed (downright anvil-icious, I’d say). But it fit with the series and it was generally fun to watch. True to form, Carrie Bradshaw continues to make bad decisions (and wear hideous outfits) and sabotage her own happiness. But if that wasn’t the case, where would the drama come from?

Am I a Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte or Miranda? Well Samantha is my favorite, but I certainly can’t claim to be anything like her. I’m more of a combination of all of them (probably more Miranda and Carrie than Samantha and Charlotte though) but I think that’s the case for most people. Let’s face it, the girls are not well-rounded characters, they are all extremes. But who would have watched a show about four well-rounded New York women?