I believe that none of us is tested beyond our ability to endure, my comments on NaNoWriMo (and everything else, for that matter) notwithstanding.
This was proven to me once again today. It's a bleak day in Saint Paul, weather-wise, and the old internal landscape is pretty gloomy as well. My cat was cranky and bitchy, all the news I had heard today seemed grim, and hope was looking like it was in no position to twitch in my breast any time soon, let alone spring eternally.
Then, just when I needed it the most, I ran across the following bit of news: they're making a new Smurfs movie. Now lest you think that in my extremity I have abandoned sardonic postmodern humor for insipid drivel (shut up), it wasn't really the fact that they're making the movie that turned things around for me, it's a tidbit I found in the article. Producer Jordan Kerner1 was quoted regarding the TV cartoon show as follows:
"Having seen all 234 episodes of the show numerous times....”
That is just what I needed to hear today. Someone else has it worse off than me. Someone else has a lamer life than I do. Someone else is a bigger dork than I am. And I can make fun of him.
So all of a sudden the sun comes out (figuratively speaking), the birds start chirping, and I start whistling “Stank Ass Hoe” again. Hulles is in his coffee shop and all's right with the world.
Thanks there, Jordan, You made my day.
1“Hi, Amber, my name's Jordan. You remember me from producing the Smurfs movie, right? Ever thought about acting?” The guy's casting couch must still have the plastic on it.