Pole Dancing In The Dark

Disjointed

Last night I suffered from a bout of pre-vacation insomnia. It's the kind of thing that always sneaks up on me, whispering in my ear at three o' dark in the morning, telling me that I have forgotten something… or worse yet, to remind me of something I need to still do. Of course, eventually I will fall back to sleep and forget about what the persistent voice in my head woke me up in the first place for. I know that I still have to locate the cooler, pack some shoes for beach and dinner out, remember the toothbrush, do laundry so that I have enough underware, shop for some road trip snacks, download my photos onto my computer so that I can free up the card for the trip, perhaps purchase another card so that I won't run out of room and definitely buy some batteries - maybe some rechargeable. My mom says that my brother is bringing his computer, but I don't trust him to store the photos somewhere that I can get to. Bastard would probably delete them and then feign an "Oops." Yeah, in case you were wondering, I don't much care for my brother as a person. He once mailed my parents an invitation to their surprise anniversary party (which I had spent months planning secretly - all he had to do was mail the freakin' invites - loser… sigh. I'm still a little bitter about it. Sorry.)

Anyway, I woke up to all these thoughts and plans and reminders swirling through the tidy bowl of my noggin, so I made my way down to the kitchen to pack up the chocolate chip cookies I made before I went to bed (they were still too warm to package at 11:30PM.) I have to say that I was pretty disappointed with the way they turned out. Half the batch was baked on some professional grade stainless steel jellyroll pan / cookie sheets (they were all spread out and thin looking- ick) and the other half was baked on one of those Teflon coated cookie sheets (they came out puffy the way I like but burnt on the bottom.) Frankly, finding out that my favorite cookie recipe relied more on the baking sheets used rather than my "unique" blend of cookie dough ingredients is majorly disconcerting. I used to take pride in my chocolate chip cookies, but much like the cookies I made last night, my pride has deflated. It's sad, but I'll survive.

In other news, I actually sat down and watched TV last night, on one of the big three networks stations even. I wanted to see Revelations, the religious variation on the X-Files theme. I really only gave it a chance because 1. I love Bill Pullman and B. Revelations was my favorite book of the bible. It was even cooler when my teachers hinted at the vast amount of drug influence that John must have been under when writing it. And that wasn't the Jesuits but the Franciscans (I went to a catholic college.) The show - I wasn't impressed. I still love Bill Pullman, but speaking from vast religious experience, I have never ever ever seen a nun that cute. And I never knew a nun that quoted scripture at people non-stop. I think the idea was sort of cool, but the heavy handed preachiness is something that is best reserved for church. Even the music was too over the top annoying.

The story was interesting as it was about a young girl who was struck by lightening (not once, but twice - she was having a bad day) and was now in the hospital in a "PVS" state - or so the doctors kept saying. They were busy trying to convince the girl's father to take her off life support (which, being TV, you don't actually see an real life support being used) because they want to harvest her organs. And naturally, her father doesn’t have health care because they are too poor. Oddly enough, after the girl starts speaking in tongues (while in a "vegetative state") the father isn't seen in the show again. He isn't there to make the decision one way or another, but suddenly there are all these priests and nuns protecting the girl.

Ok, I am not going to give away the rest for anyone who Tivo'ed it, but I have one question. Actually more than one, but just one for right now. How likely is it that the girl's organs would be of any use to anyone else after being struck by lightening, not once, but twice? It impacted her so hard that her filling were pushed up into her brain pan - so how do they think the kidneys fared? I'm no doctor, but something that messes with your body and brain that much cannot be all sunshine and puppies for the various organs they want to harvest…
It just makes no sense.

But at least they didn't talk about starving her to death.

On the whole, I wasn't all that impressed with the show itself, but I am willing to give it another chance, for Bill's sake.

Posted by Ethne at April 14, 2005 11:29 AM