Hear/Say

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‘Tis the season. Today we were driving on the 405 when a huge puddle in the next lane hit our windshield, and we freaked.

How *do* we stand to be so gloomy so often? The obstructive rain is really what bothers me; dry grey skies have a gorgeous place in my heart. This morning I couldn’t get out of bed. This wasn’t because I took some heavy relaxants before bed, although that might have helped, but because I couldn’t imagine anywhere else I’d rather be than under my five blankets piled above me (a insular womb, a warm escape from the fluorescence of bright overcast morning light…). I wake up at 10, 11-ish and daydream in my blankets til one.

That’s a lie. I remember peeling myself off the bed and feebly making coffee while pulling up my new favorite sweats (garish purple knits) which tend to fall off my butt.

Anyway: got excited about sci-fi today. My friend just got Speaker for the Dead, sequel to Ender’s Game, which I only read this summer and freaked out over. I mean, I don’t read Isaac Asimov or Ron Hubbard or anything, (did you know Hubbard’s first name is Lafayette? How ex-tra-vagant!), and I have yet to delve into the world of Dune, but from what I’ve read, sci-fi knocks my socks off. Split Infinity by Piers Anthony, for example, mixes that with fantasy and creates one of my favorite cheesy adventures and epic battles between humans and unicorns, robots and serfs, serfs and Citizens… sorta puts your own life on a swivel chair of perspective.

So what should one do on a rainy day?

Bundle up in waterproof boots,  jacket, and trusty umbrella and go window shopping;

Read science fiction novels curled up in a comfy chair;

Collage a mood board,

Buy a pack of googly eyes and super glue them to every single pair of underwear in your roommate’s drawers;

Make a gingerbread house (it doesn’t have to be a once-per-year occurrence);

Practice your Naomi Campbell walk;

Make postcards to send to friends just because they’re your friends;

Buy a huge canvas and Pollock the shit out of it;

Alphabetize your library of books;

Take an electronic appliance apart and put it back together;

Frame family photos and make a life-size family tree on your living room wall;

Host a tea party;

Make creme brulee, since it takes forever;

Download episodes of Seinfeld;

Be an extreme nerd and snatch screenshots of ridiculous parts of movies;

Get intoxicated and watch television on mute while you blast something appropriately in appropriate, like Disturbed “Down With the Sickness”.

Practice free-style rapping;

Compose a ballad about your one love that got away and broke your heart on the elementary school playground;

Try to make yourself cry on cue;

Write a short screenplay about your life, if you think it’s that ridiculous.

Put on all the embarrassing clothes you own and parade around the house embracing your frumpiness.

Not to say that my agenda consists of these activities. Yet.

Graceee