Happy New Year?
I think I am suffering from post holiday blahs.
It not that I am sad, I just find myself not all that thrilled. I did not even bother to make a resolution that I would try and keep for oh, a week. It hardly seemed worth the effort this year for some reason. Passing the dreaded algebra class at least kept my mood at bay through the holidays. I was sort of toying with the idea of taking physics this next semester, or maybe I have received a head injury that I just have not noticed yet and no one wanted to tell me for fear I would worry.
Going back to school in someways is much more stressful than I recall in the first go around. I thought I might have to take a winter class, but was spared that. Then I thought, wow, 8 weeks of break! I will get all those chores done I have been putting off because I was busy studying!
Then I got the jury duty notice.
I have to be there next Tuesday. I can only hope they think I am far too opinionated to sit on a jury, being a thinking person and all. As far as I know from reading the papers there are no massive cases awaiting trial in the local area. This is good, because I start school again on February 12th. It's not that I am not willing to do my civic duty, it just came at an inopportune time. The way my luck has been running I will be the foreperson of a trial that lasts for the next 9 months. Something that includes Mark Geragos and and a troop of hatchet murdering nomadic circus performers. With the size of my bladder it will be like torture.
This is actually the first time I have been called since my kids were so young I could not serve. I should not complain. Of course this won't stop me. Whining about jury duty is an American tradition. Right up there with apple pie. It might be even more popular than that.
Read the newspaper today and struck New Orleans off my vacation list for Mardi Gras. Nine murders in the first 8 days of the year. Way to go. Yes, we will all rush down there. And to think, that is with only half their original population! The article tried to blame it on Katrina. The stress of rebuilding, lack of infrastructure, etc. So we can extrapolate from the press that since Katrina was the presidents' fault, that indirectly Bush murdered those people. It's only a matter of time before we hear that from Howard Dean. Never mind that the world is full of crazy people with no sort of morals. And I don't just mean the politicians this time.
On to the really important news. Iwao Takamoto died Monday of a heart failure. I know you are asking, who the hell is he? Well, it's a good thing you have me to tell you. Iwao Takamoto created one of the greatest pop culture icons that molded and shaped the people in my age group. He created Scooby Doo. Sure he worked on a lot of other cartoons and animated features, like "Josie and the Pussy Cats," "The Great Grape Ape Show," "Harlem Globe Trotters" and "The Secret Squirrel Show." But Scooby stands alone as a cultural icon. The longest running Saturday morning cartoon in history. I logged countless hours on my butt watching Scooby Doo as a child and I think that it may have inspired some of the greatest leaps I have made in rational thought. I was inspired by Velma as much as I was enchanted with the comic antics of Scooby and Shaggy. I attribute my complete lack of belief in superstition to Scooby Doo and the choices I made in glasses frame before the laser eye surgery to Velma.
I may have also gotten my keen fashion sense from her as well.
It not that I am sad, I just find myself not all that thrilled. I did not even bother to make a resolution that I would try and keep for oh, a week. It hardly seemed worth the effort this year for some reason. Passing the dreaded algebra class at least kept my mood at bay through the holidays. I was sort of toying with the idea of taking physics this next semester, or maybe I have received a head injury that I just have not noticed yet and no one wanted to tell me for fear I would worry.
Going back to school in someways is much more stressful than I recall in the first go around. I thought I might have to take a winter class, but was spared that. Then I thought, wow, 8 weeks of break! I will get all those chores done I have been putting off because I was busy studying!
Then I got the jury duty notice.
I have to be there next Tuesday. I can only hope they think I am far too opinionated to sit on a jury, being a thinking person and all. As far as I know from reading the papers there are no massive cases awaiting trial in the local area. This is good, because I start school again on February 12th. It's not that I am not willing to do my civic duty, it just came at an inopportune time. The way my luck has been running I will be the foreperson of a trial that lasts for the next 9 months. Something that includes Mark Geragos and and a troop of hatchet murdering nomadic circus performers. With the size of my bladder it will be like torture.
This is actually the first time I have been called since my kids were so young I could not serve. I should not complain. Of course this won't stop me. Whining about jury duty is an American tradition. Right up there with apple pie. It might be even more popular than that.
Read the newspaper today and struck New Orleans off my vacation list for Mardi Gras. Nine murders in the first 8 days of the year. Way to go. Yes, we will all rush down there. And to think, that is with only half their original population! The article tried to blame it on Katrina. The stress of rebuilding, lack of infrastructure, etc. So we can extrapolate from the press that since Katrina was the presidents' fault, that indirectly Bush murdered those people. It's only a matter of time before we hear that from Howard Dean. Never mind that the world is full of crazy people with no sort of morals. And I don't just mean the politicians this time.
On to the really important news. Iwao Takamoto died Monday of a heart failure. I know you are asking, who the hell is he? Well, it's a good thing you have me to tell you. Iwao Takamoto created one of the greatest pop culture icons that molded and shaped the people in my age group. He created Scooby Doo. Sure he worked on a lot of other cartoons and animated features, like "Josie and the Pussy Cats," "The Great Grape Ape Show," "Harlem Globe Trotters" and "The Secret Squirrel Show." But Scooby stands alone as a cultural icon. The longest running Saturday morning cartoon in history. I logged countless hours on my butt watching Scooby Doo as a child and I think that it may have inspired some of the greatest leaps I have made in rational thought. I was inspired by Velma as much as I was enchanted with the comic antics of Scooby and Shaggy. I attribute my complete lack of belief in superstition to Scooby Doo and the choices I made in glasses frame before the laser eye surgery to Velma.
I may have also gotten my keen fashion sense from her as well.
posted by Dawn at 4:12 PM
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