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Deep Fried Twinkie Day couldn't have come at a better time this week. My students in my professional writing class were more difficult to love than they have been alllllllllll term, which is saying a lot. I almost made my Deep-Fried Twinkie experience allowing myself to hate them for a couple hours, but I've decided against it. Down that path lies a nastily slippery slope, after all, and the semester ain't over yet.
Instead, I'm going to waste some time watching wonderful internet TV, and when I am in a good enough mood again, I shall go back and grade.
Happy Deep Fried Twinkie Day to all!
I'm having a glorious time wasting a Tuesday afternoon, watching TV on the internet to celebrate the end of classes at one of my teaching gigs. Specifically, I'm watching Castle, and Nathan Fillion just described having sex with his ex-wife as "a deep-fried Twinkie, something that's really, really good, but so bad for you, you should only have it once or twice a year."
What a perfectly lovely metaphor. The writers got it right---roof shaking sex, with a nutjob ex-lover is, in fact, just like a deep-fried Twinkie. I looooove deep-fried Twinkies. (The metaphorical ones, that is---I've never been so blessed as to actually eat a real one. Yet.) My sweet tooth for deep-fried Twinkies has gotten me into a hill of trouble over the years, but they've also been a hill of fun. Ah, memories.......
Right, where was I? Oh, yes, deep-fried Twinkies.
Of course, anymore, being married to a really good guy, and being slightly more grownup than I used to be (or just more tired), I've kind of gotten my D-F Twinkie problem under control. Instead of recklessly going to bed with wonderful people with whom I should just nonetheless never, ever, ever have sex, or quitting jobs to move across the country because I miss the desert, these days I do stuff like take a day off when I can't possibly, sit around, watch TV, and merrily waste time.
I suppose it sounds a little sad, when I put it like that, but I assure you, I'm very, very happy with it. Disappointing though it might be to my younger, faster-healing self, I'll take the blessing of a rich, normal life over the rollercoaster thrills of full D-F Twinkie addiction any day.
Castle is a perfect little D-F Twinkie for the tired set. It's not because the show's so awesome. It isn't. After all, technically, Nathan Fillion did not just describe having sex with his ex-wife in any way. As far as I know, he doesn't even have an ex-wife. I think his character's name is Rick Castle, but that's the point. I've been watching this show since it debuted, and I'm still not sure what the lead character's name even is. It doesn't matter in the slightest, though, in terms of whether I like the show---I look forward to it every week.
There's no way Castle could've held my attention this long, at all, if it weren't for Nathan Fillion. He brings Castle the gravitas and deeprooted morality of Malcolm Reynolds (Firefly), the goodness and tenderness of Dr. Pomatter (Waitress), and his own emotional intelligence, razor sharp comic wit, and general smokin' hottness. A deep-fried Twinkie, indeed---Castle is Nathan Fillion soft-softcore porn.
Mmmmm...
I hereby call dibs that Tuesday shall hereinafter be called Deep-Fried Twinkie Day. As I've noted, I cannot roll this holiday like I once could, as I'm sure, neither can any of the people who might read this post. That's cool---we really only need a nibble to get us by. So to celebrate Deep-Fried Twinkie Day, I will spend at least 30 minutes, at most 1 hour, every Tuesday, doing some delicious thing that I probably shouldn't. And I will try to get my ass up here to blog about it, too. I have even added it to my Google Calendar, so I'll get an email reminder every week.
You should, too. It's the perfect holiday. You don't have to dress up, and there's no prep or clean-up. Even better, it just barely fits into even the most insane work week.
So I wish you all a very happy Deep-Fried Twinkie Day, and many happy returns...
Namaste
