Doesn’t that word look weird? I mean, I prefer the American spelling, with a “z”, as in cozy, but try as I might to type it, it’s impossible. Well, not impossible, per se, but my CP Caps and Spelling Guide walks across the room and smacks me repeatedly across the face until I fix it and swap the “s” back in. It’s cosier when it’s cozier.

Anyway, as of late, I’ve found myself wanting to wear sweatpants (this is not unusual in and of itself, I know) and curl up in front of the fire, watching 10 episodes of Once Upon A Time at one sitting. Fortunately, I only have one season on Netflix, so I had to mete it out.

Update:  Wow. I started this post on December 10th. And here we are, January 6th of 2013. Thankfully, the Mayans were wrong and life as we know it has continued. I know I’m relieved. I mean, I wasn’t truly anxious or worried or anything, because, really, if we were facing an apocalypse, I am fairly certain that my worrying about it would not, in fact, be the planet’s salvation. But I must admit that I had a couple of moments in which I found myself wondering, “Well, what if they were right?” before shrugging it off and realizing that there wasn’t much I could do about it. And then went back to watching Once Upon a Time. Which I have now finished. I need season two. Badly.

Oh Fairytales. I LOVE YOU. No, really, je t’aime. Je t’adore. Always have, always will. I have this big ol’ fat tome of fairytales my mom gave me when I was a wee small thing and I devoured the stories, the morals, the characters and just a touch of magic, over and over again. My favourite stories are always the ones where I can escape into a make-believe world of things I wish were real. I mean, I NEVER open a wardrobe without thinking, “Wouldn’t it be so cool if this opened into Narnia?” I’m not even making this up. Though I could, seeing as how I love things that are made up and all.

FYI: Mine’s a tiara.

And gosh, if this year could get better and better: Fairytales are all over the silver screen. Two Snow White movies in one year (seriously, do these people not call each other? I mean, just to make sure they don’t make the same movie? “Hey, I’m doing a Snow White, so—” “No way! Me too! Jinx, you owe me a Coke!”). I just saw The Hobbit (amazing), which I’ve been eagerly anticipating for eons. Some thought it was lame that they split the story into three movies. I just thought, “Yay—that means I get to live in Middle Earth for longer!”

I’ve seen previews for a Jack and the Beanstalk movie and Hansel and Gretel. Pinocchio. Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty). Oh the fun I will have. I won’t have to live in the real world hardly at all this year! <<fist pumps>> Oh, wait; there’s more! There’s another Sleeping Beauty, another Hansel & Gretel (less witch-hunt-y), Peter Pan, Little Mermaid, Enchanted 2, Arabian Nights.

Well, there you have it. A post. Not a great one, but a post all the same.

The End.

P.S. How am I not in Once Upon a Time? Seriously. This must be fixed. All my favourite movies are being made without me in them. Oh, the injustice.

P.P.S. I’ve resolved to blog at least once per week. So there’s gonna be some gooders and some not-so-gooders. I’m okay with that.

The [real] End.