Crazy Virgo

The Most Wonderful Time of Year

Some would say Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. Andy Williams certainly would. I, on the other hand, think it's College Basketball Season. And, to quote Dick Vitale, "It's here babeeeee." Since the NIT/Maui Invitational Week, I've been getting my fill on almost a daily basis. The sound of sneakers squeaking on hardwood. The swoosh of a three-pointer. The clangy reverb of the hoops when the roundball is dunked by my man, Brandon Rush. It's like jingle bells to my ears. Three solid months of rivalries, hating Duke, wishing evil upon Tyler Hansborough, making fun of Dicky V, cheering on my Jayhawks, cursing my Jayhawks, watching gravity defying dunks, eating hotdogs, drinking beer. Nothing is better than that. Not snow, or evergreen wreaths or Christmas trees and lights. Hell no. Not Santa or Jesus' birthday measures up to a season building to the crescendo of March Madness. Teams competing in a bitter dual, fighting it out to be #1 for at least one week of the season. Please. Nothing in a box wrapped with a bow can match that. Well anyway, when hearts will be glowing and kids mistloeting when loved ones are near, you know where you can find me, in front of the TV celebrating the most wonderful time....of the YEAR!
HAPPY College Basketball Season Everyone.

Thanksgiving Tsunami

Here it comes, the huge food wave, about to crash on to American soil. Starting this Thursday, and for the four days after, free eating citizens across the country will take part in Thanksgluttony. Are they really giving thanks for the harvest and each other as Thanksgiving was meant to do? Or are they using this day as an excuse to eat copious amounts of hormone-injected turkey, processed green beans with canned mushroom soup and chemically created crispy things on top, stuffing (appropriately named), pies, biscuits, yams, sweet potatoes, whatever they can get their hands on. Judging by the fact that 63% of Americans are overweight, I'm guessing they're thankful for the extra helping of mashed potatoes and the leftover turkey sandwiches.
Let's underdo it this year, folks. Just an idea. I'm not going to remind you that there are starving people in our world that have no idea what Thanksgiving, a holiday of eating, is about. No, I won't do that because we work, pay taxes and deserve to eat a nice meal with our families. Maybe throw a canned good at your local food bank. However, before you go shoving your mouthful of high fructose corn syrup and saturated fat, think about it. Just take a second to think about why it is that you're stuffing yourself. Are you really that hungry? Did you run 26 miles before sitting down to dinner? Are you so thankful for the large portion in front of you that you feel compelled to eat it all? Did you harvest all that food? Did you recently buy stock in the pharmaceutical companies that manufacture antacid and indigestion medicines?
Listen, these are just the opinions of an opinionated Crazy Virgo. Take 'em or leave 'em.
In summary, just wanted to say, Happy Thanksgiving!

This time I've really gone crazy

So, I decided to write a novel this month. Yeah. Just like that. I opened an email from a friend this morning with a link to an organization devoted to National Novel Writing Month, which happens to be November. Upon further inquisition, I discovered that this organization is about writing a novel in one month. This month. Long story short, it happens every year during this month, and is a way to get writers (like yours truly) who talk all the time about how they want to publish something in their lives, yet haven't put a word to paper, to get off their asses and just f*cking do it for the love of god!!! And that is precisely what I am going to do. For 30 minutes every day from today until November 31 I will write. And, maybe, just maybe, in 31 days I will have something that resembles a novel. It might more closely resemble a four-year old with an oddly shaped head, mismatched clothes, unbrushed hair and make-up smeared all over its face, but it will be smiling and proud nevertheless. I will try to quit everyday, but thanks to the sweet love and discipline I've enlisted from Gentleman Lover, let's hope that doesn't happen.

Yes, CrazyVirgo is about to prove just how crazy she is. Don't really know what this forthcoming novel is going to be about. But, rest assured, it will be good.

If I don't post in a while it's because I'm probably running in the opposite direction of my laptop, hiding from my laptop and GL, or having a breakthru of genius and writing this novel. Let's hope it's the third option.

Only 3 more hours until work is over and I have to do this.

F*CK.