The one in which I ramble about tv

Coming home from vacation means coming home to attention starved cats, a ton of laundry, and typically, a messy house, thanks to the previously mentioned cats.  Oh, and to reality.  Thumbs down to the realization that coming home from vacation means going back to work. 

(I’ll try to put up more vacation pics this weekend.)

But one good thing about coming home from a week’s vacation was coming home to a DVR filled with all sorts of tv for me to watch at my leisure.  I’m one of those people who likes to have the tv on in the background when I’m doing other things.  I struggle to sit and just watch a tv show or a movie, but tv is great when I’m folding laundry or knitting or just playing around on the computer.

I’m really excited that So You Think You Can Dance is back.  I’ve always loved to watch dancers, possibly because dance is something I’ve never really done.  I wish I had taken dance lessons as a kid, but let’s be honest, I probably would have been terrible.  I’ve never liked American Idol, and I can’t get into Dancing with the Stars, but I tend to get a bit obsessive about So You Think You Can Dance.  For those of you unfamiliar with the show, it’s a simple concept.  Auditions are held all over the country to ultimately select a group of 20 – 10 men and 10 women.  They pair off and do a different style dance every week, anything from traditional ballroom like waltz and tango to things like hip hop and crump and everything in between.  It’s a lot of fun to watch.  Viewers call in votes and select the bottom three men and women.  Each dancer in the bottom does a solo for the judges, who then select the man and woman to leave that week. 

As the show goes on, partners begin to switch up, which is always fun. 

I think for me, the big thing about this show is that these people are truly talented.  Their worst dances still tend to be better than anything I’ve ever seen.  I love watching the expression that they put into their dances, and they work with such amazing choreographers that the dances are a lot of fun to watch.

So if you’re looking for something to watch this summer, something that requires little thinking, check it out.  It’s better than a lot of reality shows, I promise.

(Though I do find the idea of “I Survived a Japanese Game Show” kind of intriguing…)

Home Again

(written on the 27th, forgot to post)

Somehow, I thought that because I was only in San Francisco for two full days and three nights that I wouldn’t really have to deal with the effects of jet lag. I would leave the hotel in the morning, having not gotten much sleep, and by the time I got home around 9:30 Eastern, I would be sufficiently tired, even though it was still only 6:30 in SF.

I was wrong. Partly because my preferred way of passing the time on a plane is either watching the inflight movie (Note: The Bucket List is sad. Yes, the ending is predictable. But still sad.) or sleeping. So not only was my body confused about the time zones, but I had slept half the day. Therefore, when I got home, I was wide awake and felt the need to go through all my mail and sort the laundry and unpack everything and watch the first half of last week’s Bones. Oh yes, and pet some kitties.

This has been a very long way of saying that I’m tired. But I’m home. Pictures to come.

I am not awesome at packing

I am leaving on vacation in a little over 24 hours.  Five and a half days at Disney World, two full days in San Francisco, and a couple of travel days in there.  The plan is to take one biggish suitcase and a very small carry-on in the form of the bag that I carry to and from work every day.

I think everything will fit, but mostly because for Disney, I’m packing shorts and t-shirts, and those don’t take up much room.  But I am the person who packs for every contingency.

“Yes, I know we will be able to do laundry, but I am still going to bring enough shirts for every day, plus three.”

“The odds of me going for a run are not in running’s favor, but I will still bring enough clothes to go for at least two runs.”

“Obviously, I need a zip-up hoodie for the plane, and that will be good in case it gets cool.  But I should also bring a second one, just in case.  You know, in case I spill something.”

“Lots of time on airplanes, so two books in the carry-on, plus two more in the suitcase.  Oh, and then this one and that one too.  You know, in case of fast reading.  Or bad books.  Or bears.”

This is why my suitcase is always stuffed to the gills and why my carry-on ends up being so heavy that I bruise my collarbone by dragging it through the airports.