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revdorothyl at 05:00pm on 31/07/2006
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Sorry to have been incommunicado so long, but just to show you that it's nothing personal against my online friends, let me confess what I've been doing with my free time during the past week: I finally got around to watching some DVD's that my sister gave me LAST CHRISTMAS.
(Yes, that's December 25, 2005, which makes me only 7 months late in opening that particular gift -- better than the year and a half I waited to open the DVD player I got from my parents one year, but still . . . !)
Just to reassure everyone that, indeed, I really am capable of INTENDING to post all sorts of thoughts on LJ for a month or more at a time, without actually getting around to writing anything down, just as I'm quite capable of INTENDING to watch my Christmas presents for 7 months before actually opening the box and trying them out.
Anyway, perhaps I wouldn't have lost track of the gift for so long, if my sister hadn't left the $7 "Half Price Books" price tag on the DVD box set (sister loves to drown her friends and family in bargain gifts, and sometimes the DVD's she gets for a dollar turn out to be worth a little bit less than that), but no matter.
I stand (well, sit) here today to say "mea culpa!" And a big "Thanks mucho, Sis!"
You see, the DVD set she got me was for the first half of the first (and only) season of a 1968 British Sci-Fi espionage show called "The Champions" -- and I actually remember watching that series a few times (must've been in syndicated re-runs, though, because I dimly remember being frustrated in my efforts to tune in to it on a regular basis, and when the show was brand-new I think that "Speed Racer" was about as sophisticated as my 6-year-old viewing tastes got) and loving it on the rare occasions when I tuned in.( cut for length only, since I'm not sure Spoilers can actually apply to a series nearly 40 years old )
So, I guess the moral of the story should be something along the lines of: "sometimes our families get it right -- so right, in fact, that it's almost scary." Or perhaps it's "don't be an ungrateful little snob, no matter what you think about the shopping habits of your near-and-dear, 'cause a gift given out of love can knock your socks off now and then, no matter how cheap the price tag."
Or maybe it's just, "don't be such a lazy procrastinator, since you never know what you're missing along the way." I'll try to take all of those to heart.
(Yes, that's December 25, 2005, which makes me only 7 months late in opening that particular gift -- better than the year and a half I waited to open the DVD player I got from my parents one year, but still . . . !)
Just to reassure everyone that, indeed, I really am capable of INTENDING to post all sorts of thoughts on LJ for a month or more at a time, without actually getting around to writing anything down, just as I'm quite capable of INTENDING to watch my Christmas presents for 7 months before actually opening the box and trying them out.
Anyway, perhaps I wouldn't have lost track of the gift for so long, if my sister hadn't left the $7 "Half Price Books" price tag on the DVD box set (sister loves to drown her friends and family in bargain gifts, and sometimes the DVD's she gets for a dollar turn out to be worth a little bit less than that), but no matter.
I stand (well, sit) here today to say "mea culpa!" And a big "Thanks mucho, Sis!"
You see, the DVD set she got me was for the first half of the first (and only) season of a 1968 British Sci-Fi espionage show called "The Champions" -- and I actually remember watching that series a few times (must've been in syndicated re-runs, though, because I dimly remember being frustrated in my efforts to tune in to it on a regular basis, and when the show was brand-new I think that "Speed Racer" was about as sophisticated as my 6-year-old viewing tastes got) and loving it on the rare occasions when I tuned in.( cut for length only, since I'm not sure Spoilers can actually apply to a series nearly 40 years old )
So, I guess the moral of the story should be something along the lines of: "sometimes our families get it right -- so right, in fact, that it's almost scary." Or perhaps it's "don't be an ungrateful little snob, no matter what you think about the shopping habits of your near-and-dear, 'cause a gift given out of love can knock your socks off now and then, no matter how cheap the price tag."
Or maybe it's just, "don't be such a lazy procrastinator, since you never know what you're missing along the way." I'll try to take all of those to heart.
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