Wendy DeCora.com

My head hurts. Too much thinking. Let’s see if can empty any of it out here.

Work is still all-consuming. I don’t mind it that much really because I’m learning new things and finally getting to do things I’ve wanted to do for years. It just sucks that I’ve got to cram what looks like about a year’s worth of work into about two months. My to-do list, reduced to only the really essential things, is still more than a page of notebook paper long. I have another list entitled Things for My Clone To Do hanging on my wall where I write down all the tasks that seem like pipe-dreams at the moment. The scary thing is that a lot of those tasks don’t look all that frivolous and really should be gotten to soon.

Pretty much all I do these days is come to work, then go home and watch TV because I don’t think about anything outside the TV show when I watch whatever it is. I haven’t even been reading much in the last few weeks because every time I sit down to read my mind wanders away into SELECT and if...else statements. Its sad. I actually think about code in the shower and while I’m driving. I’ve really crossed a geek line somewhere along the road. I was doing so good with my reading too, but I’ve had two books I’ve been working on for several weeks now.

I have seen a couple of movies in the theater as of late. Saw The Bourne Ultimatum twice. Loved it. Though if hand-held camera work bothers you at all, I’d steer clear. Apparently some people get nauseous. But it didn’t bother me. I think I’m too caught up in trying to figure out how they film the crazy action sequences without killing everyone involved. Possibly my favorite movie of the summer, though this summer did actually didn’t disappoint. I saw The Invasion with Nicole Kidman and Daniel Craig last weekend. It got bad reviews and didn’t do well at the box-office, but I just saw it to see Daniel Craig. He’s my current movie boyfriend. The movie was fine. It wasn’t amazing, but it definitely doesn’t suck. I was creeped out sufficiently for my matinée movie price.

As for TV, the summer shows I’ve been following are Top Chef, The 4400, Eureka, and Damages. I really really love Top Chef! (Go CJ!) How have I not been watching this show the last two years? Its so engaging to watch all the chefs battle it out, and they’re all pretty civil and professional, which is nice. Just enough drama thrown into make it a Bravo show. The 4400 and Eureka both fill my need for sci-fi and smart geekiness. Neither are top-level shows, but they’re lovely summer diversions. We need breaks from the intensity of Lost and 24 sometimes. Damages is providing more than enough intensity to make up for the other shows. Its kind of like Law & Order meets Alias. Glenn Close is deliciously sinister. Not sure how much of a future it will have beyond this summer season, but I’m engaged enough to finish this first season. I’ve also started watching No Reservations with Anthony Bourdain: travel, food, and sarcasm? Where has this show been all my life?

Oh oh oh! How could I forget Feasting on Asphalt with Alton Brown?! This is probably the summer show I love the most. I was recounting parts of episodes to my mom last weekend. Alton (of ‘Good Eats’ and Food Network fame) travels with his crew on motorcycles looking for classic American road food, like diners, food stands, fish fries, etc. Last year they went east to west kind of along Route 66. This time out they’re going up the Mississippi river, starting, of course, in New Orleans.

[and I completely lost my train of thought as our office's very own Milton is currently singing loudly in his cube: Doo Doo DOOOO! Doo Doo DOOOOO! He's so very strange. ]

So yeah. TV. Lots of TV. I’ve also gotten completely sucked into House this summer. I’ll have watched the whole series (seasons 1-3) by next week. I love TV on DVD.

That’s better. My head doesn’t hurt nearly as much. Apparently it was just bursting with some random ramblings that needed to get out. I need to get home and do some basic cleaning in my apartment. Things are being neglected. And I’ve finally given up hope that my cat might actually vacuum something while I was gone. Lazy cat.