I've Gone Wireless

OK, so after over an hour on the phone with Verizon's tech support, I'm now all wireless and shit. (Sorry mom, for the use of "shit," only that's how it feels just now. It was all very draining somehow. And, although it may be soap-opera-predictable, I did have to call Stampy-Stamp for help getting all set up. And, you know, for him it's all like this interesting logic problem to try to figure out how to make this whole wi-fi thingy work for me, configuring modems and what-have-you. It's like the rest of us feel about Sudoku. But the point is that here I am. And right now, I'm blogging while watching a repeat of the Real Housewives of the OC. Which I really hope, hope, hope will be back for a third season, because it's my favorite guilty pleasure. Well, the Housewives (I want to be "wife-a-licious" one day!) and Elizabeth George are my favorite guilty pleasures just now. And I wish I were all smart like Dolce Carina blogging about smart, intellectual things. Oh, so today I realized that I say all these entertaining, witty things but mostly only to myself. It's like I think all the really smart things when there's no one around, or maybe just the dogs around, to say them to. So of course, I just say them to myself. But sometimes, I feel like I'm depriving all the rest of you of my wisdom/wit/insight. So here's a good rule of thumb for us literary-researcher types:

For every two pages of literary theory I read and really understand, I reward myself with something really fun, like a murder mystery; only one and a half pages if it's Kristeva.

Ok, so I have this whole thing for Kristeva lately. It's like I want to understand Kristeva, but I'm afraid of Kristeva, but I also want to be Kristeva, and I'm convinced that Kristeva is the only one who *really* understands me, except for maybe my old buddy Virginia W. I know this all sounds really neurotic. But just admitting it is better somehow, right?

OK, so the Housewives are over, and Grease, You're The One That I Want is on. And I'm not all into it, although I do watch bits and pieces here and there. And I'm all for Max.

OK, and I've been reading Wodehouse's Jeeves stories. And they are super great; more about that later. Because Jeeves and Hugh Laurie deserve their own posts, not connected to Kristeva and the Housewives. And really, what does Kristeva have to say about the Housewives?

It's past my bedtime, so I'm going to stop now. But now that I'm all wireless and portable and shit, I promise, promise, at least to myself, that I'm going to post more often, because it's somehow important and somehow helps me get through the day.