Katie Doyle, Girl About Town

Monday, Nov. 10, 2003 - 11:39 p.m.

You know, irony is wasted on a lot of people. I am not one of them, which just might explain Irony's dogged pursuit of me my entire life.

It likes the recognition.

I am not having a good time right now. Irony has poked its long, pointy finger into my life yet again and is jabbing it around a little too much for my freaking satisfaction. Seriously, is it too much to ask for a little quiet reading time, all on my own, without Irony poking its cold bony finger into my shoulder every time I turn around? It's not like I've lived some sheltered little life that needs to be slapped upside the head with a hockey stick full o' reality. And frankly, I've had it up to here with reality. I get reality, folks. I get that it ain't all fairytales and Beaver Cleaver water glasses and shiny happy people living shiny happy lives. But damn it, some people are. Is it too much to expect that after having paid the piper (how many metaphors can I pack into this thing, anyway?) as many years as I have that perhaps, just for, oh, I don't know, say the next 40 years, I could take a little break from the irony jig and be one of them?

It's not that I don't appreciate a good Irony. Because, oooooh, I do. Take, for example, the case of one Lindford Christie, olympic runner. Lindford was disqualified in 1996 for anticipating the start of the 100m race twice. Two false starts in the same race compel a runner's dismissal from the event...a rule that Christie himself caused to come into being when he complained and campaigned for it after having been distracted by another runner's numerous false starts during the same event at the '92 games. Not bearing any ill will towards Mr. Christie, I found the irony in that particular situation exquisite. So it's not like I can't appreciate the stuff. I'd just like it to be a lot less evident in my own life. Or at least to come at me in smaller doses less often. Much smaller doses. Waaaaay less often.

::sigh::

Aside from that, I suppose all is well. Or at least, what passes for it here. I did go this weekend and see Love Actually, which was really, really, really good. Hugh Grant is totally cute in it, and I have never been a Hugh Grant fan. But for those of you definitely NOT Hugh fans, there are about 4 other storylines, so it's not like he is all the movie, and it is really well done, so you should go. Richard Curtis, the same guy who wrote 4 Weddings & a Funeral and Notting Hill, wrote and directed it, but don't let that get in your way. It's a lot better than both of them, which, while they had their moments, I found contrived and rather boring. Not so this film, which I absolutely loved, and which goes on the list of faves. The ending doesn't wrap all the storylines very well and is again contrived here and there, but still, I liked it a lot. Good holiday/date movie, and not just for the chicks, though it is probably mostly chickish. :)

Peace out,
Katie

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