Friday, December 28, 2007
(12:00 AM) | Adam Kotsko:
Friday Afternoon Confessional: "Have you thought about getting a light box?"
I confess that I spent all day Thursday watching the third season of Arrested Development. I enjoyed it immensely, but the hypothetical non-compressed version of the season, where they didn't have to cram 15 episodes into 6, would've been even better. I confess that it's hard to feel the same righteous indignation I felt about Twin Peaks, partly because they at least wrapped up the story and partly because I have to admit that I only watched Arrested Development sporadically when it was on.Now that I think about it, I barely ever watched Futurama when it was on, either, and later came to love it fiercely. Perhaps I personally have control over what gets cancelled on Fox Sunday night -- in which case I really need to stop watching American Dad. And Family Guy, too.
I confess that receiving Christmas gifts (particularly clothes) serves as a kind of nodal point, where virtually all of my childhood neuroses become intertwined. I confess that I was able to delay my Christmas-related resurgence of childhood neuroses until I was safely back in Chicago, and now I'm much more sympathetic to the fact that my sister "broke" the afternoon before she left.
I confess that I'm starting to plan for two months of solid depression a year, running from the time change to New Year's. Coming off of Thanksgiving with Christmas in the near future ushers in the darkest period, but getting past Christmas puts me well on the road to recovery. I confess that New Year's is always disappointing to me. In fact, any holiday with a compulsory party attached to it disappoints me, when I don't actively hate it (viz., Halloween). Maybe I just don't like big group events.
I confess that I was very disappointed not to be able to find the classic ice cream sandwiches at the grocery store today. I specifically wanted the kind where the "bread" of the sandwich is soft and sticks to your fingers, because with the firmer "bread," there's too much of a risk of squeezing the ice cream out the sides. But in any case, I was out of luck -- it's all this name brand nonsense, ice cream versions of candy bars.
