The single worst thing about being a smoker is that it's mostly what you think about. True, there's cancer, depleting checking accounts, smoke-ridden jackets, condescension from non-smokers, jealousy from ex-smokers, the coercive hiding-it from your parents, and voice boxes. But even at a rank of number eight, the thinking and talking about ( Read more... )

Technically, I'm supposed to be writing a short play (with a title!: The Seven-Minute Kicking and Screaming) for our Kicking and Screaming Night Thursday. But the thought of cleverly editing down a bunch of excellent quotes together makes my head hurt. Tomorrow ( Read more... )

I wish I felt more than I do. I absolutely cannot wait to see The Royal Tennenbaums -- was browsing through the soundtrack online, seeing what tunes Mr. Anderson put on, I'm all kicky! And Vanilla Sky: not my top priority, but when I heard that the movie kicked off with "Everything in its Right Place" from Kid A, I was absolutely breaking out in ( Read more... )

Was awoken at 9:30 by Sara Kelly, one of my many bosses, who asked if I'd be so kind as to make it out to the Bourse by 10:00 to see Maze and then speed-write a review of it for the upcoming issue. I wearily told her I couldn't make it and then ten seconds later was scrounging around for the number at the Weekly to tell her I'd do it. Rushed out ( Read more... )

Technically, I should've retired about an hour ago and got a good old fashioned eight hours of sleep. With the insomnia and rushes of worry I've been suffering the last two nights -- and the subsequent energy-laden days that resulted anyway (or not anyway) -- I'm up for a couple minutes still. Maybe spoiling myself with ten-hours-of-sleep/day ( Read more... )

Wasn't expecting it to this hard. Yesterday was plain surreal, almost just like the scene where Renton is locked in his room after ODing. I felt claustrophobic, I was slightly hallucinogenic, I was tempermental. I wanted to just confess to my mom all day but, luckily, that never happened. Right now, I'm a little better but I am planning a very ( Read more... )

Everything's been in extreme turmoil this past week so that I could go home tomorrow for Thanksgiving. Squeezing a week's worth of two jobs into three days is really something I don't encourage. In fact, right this now, I'm supposed to be writing my rep section. To hell with that, though. To hell and gone with it ( Read more... )

No, not all of them. Specifically, it's Paul, Zoe and Jon, who are not literally dead but are currently three giant vaccums -- a shame because all three of them have immense talent, personality, eccentricity, kindness and are were once incredibly exciting. (Zoe excepted; I only met Zoe a year ago and as far as I can gather, she's a flower who's ( Read more... )

Zoe's (and I suppose mine, I live here) cat, Roxy, is apparently "in heat." I wasn't totally sure what this meant and said something along the lines of, "Well, turn on the air conditioner, duh." She then politely told me she hadn't been fixed and this writhing, crying, generally depressed state she was in was the famed "in heat." Ah. I'm either ( Read more... )

Even though this will most likely -- if we're lucky -- be said by just about everyone if this thing gets huge, I'm saying it anyway. I saw Amelie last night and I'm really happy. It's gone down a hair since last night; it's like Moulin Rouge in terms of gimmicks-per-minute, but it uses its speed for good rather than evil. And yet I'm continuing ( Read more... )