Please tell me why I just spent ninety minutes watching the Osmonds’ life story? Ugh… I shit you not, that’s exactly what I did for NINETY INANE MINUTES. How is that even legal?
My life has reached a point of stagnation that a movie about the Osmonds manages to hold my attention FOR NINEY MINUTES. I just kept watching and watching. It was like I couldn’t tear my eyes away and when the Donny and Marie show spirals out of control it was like I was reliving the tragedy “I’m a little bit country” all over again…then they lose 80 million dollars (yeah, 80 million) and then they start a tour again, then Merril faints (oh noooo) and then suddenly, they’re all grown up and singing on some wanton stage dressed in black, “He’s ma Brother” The End. There.
I just saved you from having to watch that movie.
You. Are. Welcome.
In other relevant news, I just finished reading Under the Dome by Mr. King and it was fabulous. A tad long, but great. Wonderful. You all should read it…just kinda flip through some of the non-essential boring stuff…you’ll see what I mean if you get the epic book that could double as the manual for orchestrating world domination with nothing more than a few arm bands and lighter fluid. AND, written in Japanese…It’s huge and heavy so if you plan on carrying it around with you, don’t. You’ll end up in the emergency room with back spasms or shoulder issues. They (meaning Steve) should have affixed a warning label on the cover stating the weight of the book may cause damage to your central nervous system if carried long distances. Or brain issues if you read incessantly for periods of time that you get confused if there’s a dome surrounding your house or if that’s just your cat blocking the windows with her giant fur-clad body. Or when the next case of radiation may spontaneously invade your space that you think you need to run to Walmart to see if they have wayward lead rolls in stock to cover the windows of your car should you choose to drive up to the nearest cliff to see the strange purple flashing light….it’s a King book, remember?
Don’t say I didn’t warn you. It’s a two-man lift, …or two-woman lift…or one-man/one-woman lift. An epic saga in that I-wanna-read-it-all-in-one-sitting-but-I’m-slowly-going-crosseyed-and-what’s-that-strange-idiotic-cat-doing-since-I-don’t-own-a-fucking-cat kinda book. You get what I’m saying here…IT’S FUCKING HEAVY. Just to be clear.
‘Cause that was totally comprehensible…
It’s been a long day. I need wine. I could possibly be checking in with you all later this evening if I’m not drunk…or it may be more fun if I am. Either way.