I finished Talking As Fast As I Can by Lauren Graham pretty quickly; it’s fast-paced and funny. After spending the whole weekend with it, all I really want to do now is curl up and watch Gilmore Girls… but unfortunately, the responsible part of my brain says I should probably study instead. Very rude of it, honestly.
I’ve watched all of Gilmore Girls and Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life. I’ve been on the set, spent time in fan forums, and even owned scripts from the show. At one point, I also had the script for the finale of Friends. My ex eventually had me throw my scripts away. When he moved in, he pushed me to declutter a lot of things that belonged to Kevin and me. Looking back, that probably should have been a red flag. Actually… maybe the second one. The first red flag would be that he basically moved in without me ever really saying he could. I genuinely don’t remember agreeing to it.
But anyway.
Back when Gilmore Girls was airing, I never missed an episode. And if I couldn’t watch it the night it aired, I’d somehow track it down and download it from the internet. I honestly don’t even remember where or how I did that; it felt a bit like digital detective work at the time. But it worked. Back then, we didn’t have streaming like Netflix, so if you missed an episode, that was it. Your only hope was catching it again during summer reruns… or becoming surprisingly resourceful online.
It’s kind of funny, Gilmore Girls has been around for years, but now it feels like it’s having a whole second life. Thanks to Netflix, a new generation has discovered Stars Hollow, coffee the size of small lakes, and conversations that move at the speed of light. And that’s great. The show deserves to keep finding new fans.
But it’s also a little surreal. For those of us who watched it when it originally aired, it doesn’t feel like something “new” being discovered; it feels like an old friend suddenly trending on the internet. You start seeing endless posts, debates, and think pieces about characters and storylines you’ve already spent years thinking about. It’s like walking into a room and hearing strangers passionately analyze your childhood memories.
At the same time, there’s something kind of nice about it. A show that ended years ago still has enough heart, humor, and comfort to pull in a completely new audience. Stars Hollow keeps reopening its doors, the coffee keeps pouring, and people are still arguing about who Rory should have ended up with.
So yes, it’s a little weird seeing so much discussion about an “old” show, but it’s also proof that some stories never really fade. They just wait for the next group of viewers to wander into town.
It’s lunchtime, and I’m thinking eggs and toast. I peeked into the fridge for leftovers, but Alexis has apparently done such a thorough job cleaning it out that the leftover situation is… nonexistent.
Do you ever have those days when you just don’t feel like eating? I get that sometimes. I still eat because, well, survival seems like a reasonable life goal. But sometimes I’d rather just have a piece of toast and move on with my day.
Which, nutritionally speaking, probably isn’t the gold standard. But toast has a way of convincing you that everything is under control. I’ve learned not to let anyone see me eat toast because I always get the lecture that I need more food than “just toast.”
I’ve been in my “just toast” era for years. When I was a kid, I’d always get the talk about it, how I needed to eat more than that. And sometimes I do want something different, but then I open the fridge and… nothing really comes together. Like, maybe a salad sounds good in theory, but in practice, there’s nothing around to actually make one. So toast it is.
But I am adding eggs to it for my lunch!
Now, time to go make lunch.
This past weekend was pretty relaxing. We spent most of it on our computers and watching videos, and I finished my book. Now I need to find another one to read. Tommy also had an early hockey game. I actually like the early ones because we get home at a reasonable time. The late-night games are the rough ones. I think next week’s game is a late one.
Tonight’s dinner is pulled pork, which makes things easy. I’m not sure if we’ll have any vegetables with it since we don’t really have any in the house. We definitely need to get some veggies. Earlier, I made some popcorn for a snack, not the microwave kind, the kind you pop on the stove. I like the popcorn better when I pop it on the stove. I think it tastes better.
Now I’m going to make some matcha tea and study for a little while longer.
I get email alerts whenever my site goes down, and another when it comes back up. Normally, it’s just the occasional notification, nothing dramatic. But this past weekend? It was like my inbox turned into a play-by-play broadcast: down… back up… down again… back up. Over and over. Email after email.
I’m generally happy with my current hosting, but experiences like that make me briefly consider moving the site somewhere else just for the sake of stability. Of course, I know downtime happens everywhere eventually; no host is perfectly immune to it, but last weekend felt a little excessive. My inbox definitely got a workout.
