2010-12-30

In The Bleak Midwinter

The holidays have come and gone and have kind of wiped me out. And once the last of the Christmas decorations go back down into the basement, I'm staring headlong into my LEAST favorite time of the year: the bleak midwinter.

Let's face it - there is nothing to look forward to in January or February, unless you go for the forced displays of affection and the attendant hotel packages promising rose petals on the bed and a box of cheap chocolate.

If you live in New England, you can look forward to piles and piles of dirty snow. I just love it when my friends in the warmer climes sigh wistfully and imagine that waking to a world of wintry white would be a visual treat on par with a 3-D re-release of "The Deep." And you know what? It IS pretty. It's pretty for exactly 5 minutes, maybe less depending on where you live. Then it promptly turns into exhaust-and-dog-pee-encrusted ice mounds riddled with cigarette butts and the occasional crushed PBR cans.

And if you're in an urban or semi-urban area, you can also look forward to two months of baby carriages, lawn chairs and empty propane tanks occupying parking spaces which "belong" to those who shoveled them out. You think you can park your liberalmobile in the spot that I dug out four weeks ago, then you're just an Obama-loving socialist who hates freedom.

Sigh.

I'm grouchy, I know. I'm dealing with vastly inferior footwear and soggy socks. My cats are ingrates who don't like jazz.

And yet - there is hope. Squeaky Fromme was seen exiting a WalMart in upstate New York. This would indicate that she's no longer carrying the torch for Uncle Charlie, unless she was rooting around in the dumpsters BEHIND the WalMart.

I am now a screener/editor for Mortified Boston. This is - seriously - probably the biggest honor in the world for me. I've sat in on two screening sessions thus far and I am blown away by how trusting, generous, and brave some people are. I can only hope that I can do for these readers what Sara and Karen did for me.

On that note - I'll be a part of the Mortified Doomed Valentine's Day show...and I'm showing VIDEO this time, too. So anyone who's reading this might want to rethink the romantic night at The Brass Heart Inn and come on down to the Coolidge Corner Theatre and share in my shame. Bring the chocolates!

lisamcc at 1:01 p.m.



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