Monthly Archives: May 2006

Screen time

Goodbye, Bristows

I started watching “Alias” in its first season, in 2001. The year we graduated college, got married and moved to Missouri. The year I started my first “real” job. I watched the last episode tonight with some friends under a strict no talking, no mocking rule (which they violated, repeatedly) that I instituted because I know the show has been awful for at least two seasons and that it’s infinitely mockable. But I wanted to stick it out. And I’m glad I did.

My friends asked a few times during the finale if I was going to cry. I didn’t … during the show. I was glad everyone cleared out so quickly after the closing credits, which included the phrase “Thank you for an incredible five years.” It sort of brought home the fact that we’re leaving in less than two months. I’ve grown to love this place and these people so much, and it’s almost over. And there won’t be a nice, soft-focus end to our story. We’ll move, and things here will carry on. We’ll carry on.

So yes, Amy, B and Rachel, I did cry when “Alias” ended. But it wasn’t because I’m going to miss the Family Bristow. It’s because I’m going to miss you and here and this time of my life.

Family matters

A lovely day



Poppy and I took advantage of the beautiful weather today to lounge and play under the tree in the backyard. Rockford moved the playpen outside for us, and I spread the Army blanket out next to it. I finished reading “Atonement” while Poppy played in the pen.

Between the soft breeze, the warm sun and the happy, chattering baby, I think I can safely mark it as one of my favorite afternoons ever.

Bandwagons

ABCs

I saw an e-mail/meme-type thing awhile back that asked for the site your browser called up when you typed in each letter of the alphabet. Rockford is watching golf, Poppy is having a bottle and I’m bored, so here goes:

a … Amalah.com. Amy has a little boy about a month younger than Poppy. She lives in D.C., and she’s pretty darn funny.

b … Blogger.

c … The Cubs. Because I’m married to Rockford.

d … Amsterdam Literary Festival. It’s this weekend. Maybe I’ll go next year.

e … elbows.

f … Flickr. I love the Flickr. It makes it much easier to post pictures.

g … Glarkware. T-shirts that make me laugh. Like this.

h … Hissyfit. I think I must’ve followed a link to this. It’s not one of my usual stops.

i … Internet Movie Database. Specifically, the info page for “The Lake House.” I saw a preview for it and thought it looked interesting. I’m not a big Keanu fan, though, so we’ll see. Not that we get to the movies all that often anymore.

j … Just Landed. It’s an expat Web site; I was looking for an apartment.

k … No “K” Web sites. Hm.

l … LA Times. What? I don’t know why this is here. I’ll blame Rockford.

m … Mapquest. For the geographically challenged. In other words, me.

n … National Geographic Kids. I don’t know. Maybe that report about geography shamed me into seeking an education.

o … One Horse Shy. T-shirts. I like this one.

p … Performancing. They say they’re “helping bloggers succeed.” It’s nice for keeping track of your numbers, at least.

q … Quickr Pickr. A handy little Flickr tool.

r … Relish. A very cool condiment set.

s … Smithsonian Institute. More of the learnin’, I guess.

t … Television Without Pity. Ah, that’s more like it. Brain, off.

u … UPS. I have no idea.

v … Via Michelin. More maps. Must’ve been that meddlesome Rockford again.

w … Weather.com.

x … nothin’.

y … Yahoo.

z … Zed’s dead, baby.

Well that was exciting. Poppy is finished with her bottle and is no longer content. She’s saying “Mmmama mmmama mmmama” (I think), so I should pick her up for some cuddling.