My wife’s slogan about life is, “it’s an adventure!” I usually find myself with simultaneous excitement and anxiety about where the adventure takes us. The most annoying tendencies that I see in myself are entering new parts of the adventure with expectations, and then becoming discontent with the adventure. There’s much to be said for soaking in the experience of the journey.
It’s so easy to lapse back into “theatre hours” if my wife and daughter go out of town, especially since I work with theatre people on weekends. It’s like being in grad school again: up until 2, sleep until 10.
when I say “I wish they would turn this book into a movie” what I really mean is “I wish they would turn this book into a 17-hour-long spectacle that includes every single solitary detail and doesn’t deviate at all from the storyline and has perfect casting”
I haven’t been impacted as heavily by the loss of one of the Doctor’s companions since Rose. Amy’s final “Goodbye, Raggedy Man” is as poignant as the Doctor’s “burning up a sun just to say goodbye.”
I will miss the Girl who Waited.
Ladies and gentlemen, while packing the apartment this evening, we’ve encountered some free-floating memories. We didn’t expect this turbulence, so we’ll have to ask you to return to your seats and fasten your seat belts for the duration of the packing.