Our last episode of 2008 of Trailers Without Pity has been posted. With it comes another change: in '09, we're going biweekly (wait, did I get that right? Dictionary says that can mean twice a week or every two weeks, but I'll be damned if I'm using the word "Fortnightly.").

Every two weeks. Skipping a week. Not weekly anymore is what I'm trying to say.

Which means we'll have more time to work on them; that'll be a nice stress reliever.

Anyway, here's the one for Terminator Salvation. Hope you enjoy!

This has been the weirdest week, and it hasn't helped that one day we're in an arctic freeze, then the next we're back up to 70 or 80 degrees. That's not cool, weather. That kind of shit does things to a man. Makes the brain go in all different directions. It ain't kind.

So, this week, I was asked to speak authoritatively on NPR about how technology is affecting the world of charities and non-profits. This would be great if I knew a single thing about that topic. This is where I take off my Expert hat and throw on my OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT AM I GONNA DO!? hat. This is then replaced by my Oh Yeah, I'm a Reporter hat. What putting on that hat usually means is that there's a lot of work ahead.

The NPR segment went well, all things considered (ha! Get it? Heh. Heh. Sigh...), except I was trying to keep so many facts and Web sites in my head at once that I called Donors Choose "Donor's Choice," which is completely wrong. Maybe I was thinking about "Folger's Choice," which is not so much a charity but a set of coffee crystals.

Anyway, you can hear me try not to stumble in this segment (part one; part two) and then see some links to other organizations and people that were mentioned, but probably edited out for time, at the blog post I wrote to accompany the segment.

Also, this week, people seemed to have liked this post I did on Digital Savant called "What Not To Tweet," listing things that people do which annoy me on Twitter. I also included some great suggestions from people I talk to on Twitter who were nice enough to send me their own pet peeves. Tweet peeves? Pet Tweeves? I don't know. You guys come up with something for that.

I also had a story in the paper on Tuesday about five good games that stretch your videogaming dollar.

Now then... I don't know what it is, but this has been the most fucking STRESSFUL holiday season, I think ever. A lot of that is dealing with a very demanding toddler who needs attention every moment she's awake, which makes it impossible to try to finish Christmas cards or write blog posts or wrap gifts. I mean, that's absolutely expected, par for the course, all included in the parenting package, I know. But I think I've underestimated how much of a mindfuck it can be when you have a set number of things you have to do and a set amount of time to do them and you've spent years perfecting that balance. Then a (very cute, but still) child comes in and your equation is completely useless and means nothing.

My vacation started last Friday, but here it is almost Wednesday and I feel like I'm still waiting for my vacation to start. Seriously. I am EXHAUSTED. Add to that a complete breakdown in my gift-giving skills this year and a lot of last-minute scrambling and I've just had a very tough time of it. A big chunk of it is being hard on myself and letting it all build and I'm trying very hard to relax and just let go of some things that I feel I have to do.

What makes me feel even worse is that I feel like a shit even complaining about any of this when so many people are in such a financial quagmire this year. When close friends have had their Christmas travel plans ruined. When we are healthy and happy and safe. It just seems churlish to even get caught up in one's own emotional state when there's so much going on out there that is bad and desperate and oblivious to my needless whining. When I think about it like that, I feel even worse.

So I'm resolving to start fresh tomorrow, Christmas Eve, and try to just be here and be happy and stop trying to go 100 miles per hour. That's my Christmas wish, I think.