Polygamy is the new craze, and HBO makes me fall in love and in love and in love each week with the crazy Utahians and their quadruple way loving.
I’m just fascinated by this show, everything from the politics of multiple marriage (which wife is in charge, how do the wives get along with each other, how do they balance the time and intimacy needs) to the fact that Bill Paxton, at age 50, looks better than I did at age 20. Guy must have some amazing genes, and I’m not ashamed to say that the quality of his man ass mesmerizes me, in an utterly non-sexual fashion. I get the feeling that he’s going to look this good for the next twenty years. Think about it: Chet from Weird Science is fifty years old. I’m almost forty years old. Time really does fly, even when it isn’t terribly satisfying or enjoyable.
Daylight Savings Time is in effect now, and I still haven’t recovered. Made the mistake of staying up late on Saturday night in order to do my laundry, and I’m still paying the price. It might have been okay, but that lost hour for daylight savings time just pushed me over the cliff, changing what was a vaguely naughty late hour into a complete relapse into staying up all night, the sort of schedule that now makes working a day shift feel like a sucker punch right in the testicles.