Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

2011 is coming to an end and it is time to look ahead, make breakable resolutions, bow our heads in shame for missed objectives, and pat ourselves on the back for little victories. It is also time to draw a wishlist for 2012, which I am humbly forwarding to you, for your interest, perusal and prompt action.

So dear Santa I wish for a 2012 where my wishes are better expressed, where my dreams are at least partially made true, and where bitches and bastards do not get what they obviously don't deserve. I wish for a year where I can smile with satisfaction because for once, bad things happen to bad people, and the life of good people consequently becomes a bit easier. Dear Santa, I wish for a year made of shades of grey, and not of black and white. Please remind people that pointing one finger at others means pointing three fingers at oneself, and that listening comes before preaching, and that the benefit of the doubt should be given to our conscience.

Dear Santa, I wish for a year without stupid comments on the Times of Malta, a slight increased brain capacity for the Maltese race, politicians who don't consult with Supernatural Deities before issuing statements, and who work for the people instead of for the people's vote. I wish for a Church that looks for rotten apples within itself, before looking for them outside. I wish for people to get along, and to think before speaking.

Dear Santa, I wish for more laughter, more sleep, the willpower to take up running, more sales on boohoo.com, and something that you know about but I can't express here. I wish for constant happiness for my little nephews, and to thank them for stirring the almost non-existent Christmas spirit in me.

I wish for the ability to not lose my gloves constantly, and for me to bite my tongue a bit more. I wish for more opportunities and inspiration to update this blog, and more time to take care of myself and to soften up. Dear santa, turn my sarcasm into irony, cynicism into realism and disappointment into ambition.

To conclude, dear Santa, I wish for 2012 to be a better year, for me, my loved ones and those who deserve it. With respect to what constitutes "better", please consult with me. My definition is usually not subject to interpretation.

Merry Christmas Santa ... and enjoy your imaginary trip round the world!

Gracie :)

Guess who's coming to dinner?

Last night, as I walked out of a meeting and made my way towards my car (the reason why I haven't commuted in the last few days is boring and without blog-factor) I saw a shooting star and made my own very earnest and desired for wish. I won't go into the details of it since

1. if you share the wish it won't come true
2. well... it is really kind of personal, even to someone who shares her most obnoxious thoughts without shame in a blog.

However, to get you in context, this wish is not TOTALLY unrelated to this week's topic, which is my own personal top 5 list of people I would so very gladly go out to dinner with. I speak of "people" because the sort of dinner I'm referring to is platonic, and in no way conducive to feeling obliged to sleep with the party with whom I'm sharing the table. When you see my list, with a glaring exception, or possibly two, you will understand why. Soooo... here we go!

Number 5: Zachary Levi

Not only does this glorious being look like this, but he also led to my coining of the phrase "geekie-hottie" in the portrayal of a Nerd-Spy (Chuck Bartowski) who carries all the US government's security secrets in his brain because of an unfortunate download. Moreover, and this is where one's faith in ... something ... is somewhat revived, this personified hotness also owns a company, called The Nerd Machine to show that deep down in his handsome heart, he's just a nerd like most of the blogging community :).





Number 4: Gialappa's Band

For those not familiar with Italian TV or Radio, these guys are unknowns. However, all those who have been brought up with programmes such as Mai Dire Gol, Mai Dire Banzai, Mai Dire TV and Mai Dire Grande Fratello know what I'm talking about. This trio of never seen "voices" have managed to create a cult following and led to a breakout of comic talent in Italy that has earned them my earnest desire to sit at a table with them and just bitch about everything and everyone around us. They manage to make anything on TV watchable just by adding their own commentary and infectious laughter. Their Radio Programme leaves me in fits. I want to share a mike with them ... and while we're at it, a bottle of wine and a Rib-eye (RIBYE for some) steak!


Number 3: Luciana Litizzetto

I did say it was a platonic dinner didn't I? Well, let me confess something. My humour, sarcasm, irony and commentary on life is in large proportion attributable to this genius of a woman. Every Sunday, at 21.10 on Rai3, Luciana Litizzetto unleashes her weekly tirade against the political world (and not only). She makes fun of Berlusconi and his gang, Carla Bruni and men in general, and just for that, I could spend hours with her sharing a chocolate cake. If she had to bring with her the best selling booked penned by her aptly named "I dolori del giovane Walter" (I let you all figure out what Walter is referring to ... as a hint, Walter is surrounded by "gli amici di Maria"), the chocolate cake would be followed by chocolate and orange ice-cream covered in caramel.

Number 2: Jim Parsons

Better known as Sheldon Lee Cooper. But no, Sheldon won't be my ideal dinner companion, since besides the fact that he would consider me to be an inferior form of an unevolved human species, I would have no idea of what he is talking about most of the time. My dinner companion has to be the actor who plays the role. Jim Parsons is uncannily similar in mannerisms and eccentricities to his character but, like me, he has confessed to not knowing what Shelly is on about. The actor is capable of laughing and hugging so what else could one possibly want? Bazinga (c) :)!





Number 1: Roberto Benigni

This man can make Dante Alighieri sound interesting, can keep 10million Italians glued to the screen to hear a 40 minute monologue on a minor TV station and has literally walked all over botoxed film stars at the Oscars before declaring to want to make love to them all.



Dulcis in fundo: he managed to switch clothes with Conan O'Brien for no apparent reason. Need I say more?

So this was my top 5 list, and while I know that these dinners will never happen, I remind the little shooting star of the wish I expressed last night, which is very dear to me. And if "Google" is watching sternly from the heavens and keen on asking me where on earth I was during the last Sundays instead of attending mass, I would like to reply by quoting a wonderful phrase that was, so regrettably, not penned by me:

‎"I don't object to the concept of a deity but I'm baffled by the notion of one who takes attendance" (The Big Bang Theory - Amy Farah Fowler)

Hugs,

Gracie :)