Season 2, Library Thing, and random babble

So, first thing’s first: Season 2. Here’s the deal. Carrie’s decision to go back to Big? Maybe I thought it was all so romantic the first time around, but this time I think it was downright dumb. The moment that sealed it for me? She’s in the middle of reading her poem at the wedding during The Chicken Dance, episode 19, and the bastard answers his damn cell phone. What is that? Didn’t that tell her something? Bleh. Why does the emotionally unavailable guy hold so much appeal? I know quite a bit about that subject, having been a toxic guy junkie for so long. I think women like me, who are committment-phobic and extremely picky–yet constantly searching for mr. right, get obsessed with the stomach flip and the uncertainty. Then we toss all logic out the window. This time around I’m also finding Charlotte more ingratiating and annoying than the first time. I think she embodies precisely what I don’t want to be–33, single, and almost terrifyingly obsessed with marriage. The desparation hangs over her like a cloud. Ick. Favorite episode? Probably “The Man, The Myth, The Viagra…it’s the one where Steve comes on the scene, and Samantha’s fling with The Old Guy is too hilarious.

Moving on…I just discovered Library Thing and I can’t stop playing with it. I’ll put a widget up as soon as WordPress stops being an asshole. It’s an amazing site that lets you catalogue, tag, review, and discuss all of the books you own. It’s hooked up with Amazon.com, so it took me less than half an hour to put my entire library on it. SOOO cool…and so nerdy. In short, perfect for me.

I just finished knitting yet another baby sweater, and I’m still thinking about starting a knitting blog. Only problem is that I have a hard enough time keeping up with this one, and I’d probably suck at maintaining two blogs. And I have so many other things to bitch about that I don’t want to limit my topic to just knitting, which most of the half-dozen or so people who read this aren’t interested in, anyway. But that’s beside the point. The new sweater is adorable and I made it big, because I have the feeling this kid’s going to be a chubber. Here’s what it looks like, with the pattern. Mine is made with a lovely demin blue yarn that the crazy German lady at the knit shop talked me into. I’ve made so many sweaters that when my nephew reflects on his infanthood, he’s going to have vivid memories of being swaddled and miserably hot, all to pacify his neurotic aunt. Poor kid.

Not much else to update–only one more week before I head off to Texas, I’m a week off-contract and bored, bored, bored. And things with the boyfriend are on the rocks. Plus I’m sleeping when I should be awake, and awake when I should be sleeping. Not the best week ever. I need people–I think I’m going to call my friends tonight and beg them to hang out with me, so I don’t go nuts!

Sex and the City Marathon: Season One

Most of my friends are well aware of my obsession with this show. It is so deep that I actually just ordered this book from amazon, a collection of scholarly essays on SaTC…which might possibly be among the nerdiest things I’ve ever done. In any case, it’s been about four years since I watched the entire series from beginning to end. How much have I changed since then? I’ve dealt with, and vetoed, two different Mr. Bigs, and seem to have found my own Aidan (minus the whole “marry me now” obsession). If I watched the show now, as an older, wiser peacegrrl, would my reaction be completely different?

Sounds like a good experiment to me. I started last night with Season One. In some ways, I have to admit, I think I’m a little less neurotic than Carrie. No sex for a week, and she thinks the relationship has hit the skids? That seems a little crazy to me. But I have to admit, I give her props for dumping Big when he wouldn’t make a committment. In the season finale, he’s about to take her down to the Carribean, but she’s sick of his refusal to really let her in, and demands that he give her “a sign,” which he just won’t do. So she walks away. I wish I could say I’d do the same, but the truth is, I seem to enjoy stretching out agony. Look at the three-year Boy fiasco. People argue about the impact the show has on feminism, but I say any woman who says goodbye rather than stay in an inauthentic relationship (and remember, I’m only talking about season 1 here, don’t think about the dumb things she does later!) has to be a feminist at heart.

On to Season Two. I’m looking forward to a nice, quiet long weekend (who are we kidding, by Saturday night I’ll be stir-crazy and begging my friends to come over) with my knitting. 19 more days until I head to Texas and take a break from my life–not like I’m counting!