Monday, January 7, 2013
I hate Wendell Berry
Downton Abby. Of course. DUH. I won't give anything away. Just that Shirley Maclaine was everything I hoped she would be. I'm also glad that they didn't pull any last minute bullshit regarding Mary and Matthew's wedding. And I am totally over Mr. Bates. I mean, that dude is more trouble than he's worth.
I like this picture of Lady Mary because it's like she's watching TV. So I imagine that's what I look like while I'm watching TV, except instead of a beautiful gown, I'm in yesterday's pajamas, knitting, braless. Semantics.
(I totally just stole that from Psych. In one episode, Shawn tries to end every argument by declaring "Semantics" and Gus is like, "I don't think you really understand what that means.")
And in case you think that all I do is watch TV (except it is PBS/Masterpiece Theatre/British, so it's practically reading), I am currently reading the newest O'Henry prize anthology. Some good stories, but it really made me realize one thing: I hate Wendell Berry. I find him ridiculous and unreadable. There, I said it. And furthermore, I don't care about college sports.
I expect my Kentucky residency to be revoked by the end of the day.
Oh, except! I just had a story published in the Appalachian Anthology put out by KY Story. (It'll be available on Amazon soon, but you can find it here.) So that's gotta be worth something.