Thanks to everyone who commented yesterday, that was a fun little deep-thoughtish discussion.  I appreciate all of your internet-comment personalities, and I wonder if they’re distinct from your other personalities.

For some reason, yesterday I was thinking about blog topics for today all day long.  It was one of those days when my first reaction to any event was, “can I blog about that?”  Eventually, I rejected each topic on its own merits.

Cases in point:

I filled out the application to a December swim meet using yard times instead of meters, but caught the mistake in time. Imagine my embarrassment if I had shown up to swim the 50 freestyle with a 34 second seed time when it would actually take me 38 seconds!  Blogworthiness: save it for Twitter.

I went to the gym at the peak hour of 5:30 PM, and literally bumped into three other women in the locker room, and then opened the bathroom stall door on a woman who hadn’t locked it properly, and then got on the world’s squeakiest elliptical machine, and then got scolded for putting free weights on a bench instead of the floor.  Blogworthiness: Save up those stories for a longer post so I can use my “I’m not judging you” category.  Remember, free pizza night is just around the corner.

SisterAlyson called and referred to Birmingham as “that pigeon kicker” Blogworthiness: do a quick search of The Daily T and realize that maybe I never told the story of the time Birmingham kicked the pigeons but still never used the word “douchebag.”  Really?  I never told that story?  Well, it’s too late, I already started this post.  I’ll have to save that story for later.

Micki had a bad case of “if you think it smells bad going in, you should smell it coming out” yesterday.  As I was cleaning the litter box, I noticed that her poo had taken the shape of the symbol Prince used when he stopped going by a name.  I was held it in the scooper debating whether I should take a picture of it or not.  In the end, I decided this is not a scat blog, and you’re just going to have to take my word for it that it happened.  Blogworthiness: Maybe a Facebook status update.

Saw the movie A Thousand Acres last night.  It’s based on the Pulitzer-Prize winning book of the same title by Jane Smiley.  It tells the story of three sisters, Ginny, Rose and Caroline and their father Larry, the most respected farmer in the county.  He decides to divide the farm among the three sisters, but Caroline, the favorite daughter, rejects that idea.  Larry cuts her out of the deal and the family, but quickly regrets that decision, and accuses the other daughters of trying to steal his land.  He becomes more and belligerent, eventually blowing up at his two eldest daughters right before a thunderstorm.  Instead of letting their husbands take him home, he goes raging into the storm.  From then on, all is lost.

I read the book shortly after college, upon my mother’s recommendation and I loved it.  As we were discussing it afterward she said, “and didn’t you love all the parallels to King Lear?”  People, I read King Lear in high school AND college, an I worked on a production of it during my sophomore year.  No clue.  I had no freaking clue until my mom brought it up, even though the plot is almost exactly the same.

The movie was great too, by the way.  I don’t understand why it’s not more well known.  It stars Jessica Lange, Michelle Pfeiffer, Jason Robards, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Colin Firth, Keith Carradine, (a young) Michelle Williams and Elizabeth Moss, and the actor who played the teacher in Just One of the Guys who told Terry she should be a model.  Good stuff.  And now you can put it on your Netflix queue, and never have to go through the embarassment of having your mother be the first to tell you it is based on one of the greatest plays in the English language.  Blogworthiness: I just sort of blogged it just now.