One day, back in 2002 or 03, I woke up and went to my den (where my only-TV-at-the-time resided) and turned on my television. I had all the movie channels back then (and never, ever really watched any of them, which is exactly why I don’t have them anymore. But anyway.). I wasn’t in any real hurry to go to work, so I surfed the channels with my Clicker.
[I have ALWAYS called my remotes “Clickers.” I will NEVER NOT call them a Clicker. Strange pet peeve of mine, but I hate the word “remote.” It sounds so insincere and, well, remote. They are Clickers. Don’t argue with me on this one.]
Okay, so I am breezing through the channels and I stumble across a movie that is just starting. Note that I said I wasn’t in a real hurry to go to work. So I begin to watch.
“I’m voting for Dukakis.” (Amy, I know you still LOVE this line!!)
The whole sitting-around-the-table-for-a-family-dinner-even-though-it-was-pizza-and-greasy-ass-pizza-at-that scene totally captured my attention. That could have been ME at age 16 or 18 or whatever the hell age Maggie Gyllenhall was in this movie!
Except I didn’t get into Harvard. I barely made it into the local commuter-state-school. Not for lack of intelligence, I just didn’t care for homework in high school. Plus I had the flu when I took my SATs. And my desk broke while taking it. I have plenty of excuses.
When I first started blogging back in 2004, I joined some kind of blog network that I don’t even think exists anymore, or else has been replaced. It was a network of bloggers in the Dallas/Fort Worth area. In that group, I met two fellow bloggers whom I love dearly (one sorta blogs now, one doesn’t), and they became my good friends.
It really all started with Donnie Darko, though. I remember a post I wrote entitled “Who The Fuck Is Donnie Darko?” about two weeks before I actually found out. That was about three weeks before I met up with some of the best bitches I have known in Dallas. LOVE YOU GIRLS!