April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
--T.S. Eliot, "The Waste Land"
February is the cruelest month, breeding
Restless activity in the offseason, waiting
For the games to begin, stirring
Hot stove rumors with great debate.
Winter kept us cold, covering
Yankee Stadium in useless snow, leading
Me to go insane with impatience.
--CYC, "The Waste of a Month"
Why does it seem like winter is lasting forever this year? I thought no winter could possibly feel longer than the one before the 2005 season. But alas, in a winter when I should still be savoring the sweet taste of victory, relishing my omnipotent shield against all things Yankee-antagonistic...I'm just antsy.
That shield is quite an upgrade from the old one, by the way, and consequently it's been a quiet winter in terms of fending off aggravating attacks from Boston fans. I still got some grief about the Giants, of course, but that lasted, oh roughly a week, until the Patriots imploded in the most humiliating way possible. Hee hee.
15 more days til P&C day. No weekend is more indicative how much life hurts sans baseball, than the weekend of the Pro Bowl. It's like grounding your kid and then saying, "Ok, fine. You can go out, but you have to take your 3-year brother out with you, and I want you home by 7pm."
However, despite the complete lack of direction that punctuates my sports-less days, I DID accomplish 2 things this weekend. Actually, the more important of the 2 was the handiwork of my sister. Dammit, so make that 1 thing.
1.) While trying to compare my mom to a lost child in the city, my sister says, "It's like that little kids' book, about the girl who has all those adventures in different cities? You know what I'm talking about, there was a Family Guy clip about it..." We nailed down the name of the character in question within minutes.
But that still left the issue of this mysterious Family Guy clip, whose existence my sister was adamant about. Fruitless searches led to soliciting the help of my lunatic friends on Facebook. AND NOTHING. Not a one response.
While my sister was growing legitimately concerned she was actually losing her mind, I has resigned to believing she had in fact imagined the whole thing. I can find ANYTHING on the internet. And if I can't find it, at least I can always find some other psycho who's at least looking for the same thing.
At 6:22pm last night, she was vindicated.
She kept saying over and over how happy she was that she wasn't going insane, though it should be noted that I, for one, do not believe actually finding the video absolves either of us of any lunacy, seeing as we did spend a good 3 hours obsessively searching for it.
2.) I finally, FINALLY, put a bow on the project that's been driving me batty for the last month. I felt like Bruce Willis when he's crawling through the air vent in Die Hard. "Oh, sure. The post office in Madrid? I can paint that no problem."
WHICH MEANS, now that that undertaking is done, I am officially in the throes of painting my bedroom in the likeness of new Yankee Stadium. My goal is to be done by P&C day.
So...we're kind of in the early stages of planning, which is to stay I've gone so far as to print a picture out to stare at for inspiration all day.
And have taken to making crude drawings of it, a practice that will ultimately prove to be completely useless when I'm working with 100 square feet of wall space.
So in the overtly deadened, vast space between now and P&C day, I'll post my progress. Unless something more interesting and relevant comes up, a la Family Guy wild goose hunts.