So, I am starting to believe that the Freshly Pressed posts are really, truly random. Not only random, but not even read prior to propping them up on that pedestal. I occasionally look for a good read or for new favorite blogs. That is what it used to be. But recently, I have been reading thee-most-annoying and pathetically lame blogs. I often just close down my wordpress for some time to clear my brain.
Yes, there are still a handful that are decent if you keep searching earlier posts, but I am not imPressed. I know I may not be the best writer, perhaps, however, I consider my writing legible and easily dismissible if you are not in the mood for my taste. I actually read a blog that was so short and such a waste of my five minutes, I felt like commenting about how I would appreciate being given back my lost last few moments. A woman just wrote about how it was snowing outside and her kid was missing school again for the umpteenth time and it was a snowy winter. That in a longer dragged out post. Now it is fine for a Facebook status message and it was really harmless, but for interesting, chosen blogs, I am not sure what they were thinking.
Granted, sometimes I write a lot. But my lengthy garbage that I may spew forth on an occasion, that runs on and on endlessly, still can not compete. There have been posts that I just can’t seem to make it through. My fingers ache from scrolling and my brain hurts from trying to wrap it around the meaning of the post and the writer’s intentions.
On another note, I have been watching Grey’s Anatomy for seven years. Holy crap- Did I seriously spend SEVEN years watching that show? Crazy how addictive these things get. I don’t even really like the show anymore. Haven’t for a few years. (Gosh, this sounds worse by the moment. A “few years” was just involved in that last statement) One year I had sworn off ever watching the show again but I got desperate and started again. Thursday night’s episode had me hiding under the covers several times from nausea. WHAT WERE THEY THINKING??? They made a musical episode out of a thrilling, seat grabbing, toe curling, and fingernails-in-palms, hand clenching episode.
Now it could have put you into the latter kind of thriller mode, but it was just disturbingly humorous. I wanted to cry from the painful songs and often terrible voices. Shockingly, one character had a nice voice, but it still did not make up for the show. Every time something got serious and someone was possibly dying or not coming out of surgery, the doctors broke out into a song. I was waiting for them to start Glee dancing.
I am pained and permanently wounded from that past episode. My ears keep puking at the memories. They had all the actors in a DRAMA, singing, whether tone-deaf or not. The show was originally supposed to be called “Complications” and perhaps it should have remained so. This show has been having nothing but those for the past few years. Shonda Rhimes, I am not sure what you were thinking, but maybe you should think about sitting back and letting this one go.