So I am watching a movie titled "Proof", which I dvr'ed based on the description:  A romantic triangle involving a blind photographer, his housekeeper, and a dishwasher.  Hugo Weaving, Genevieve Picot, 86 minutes.  Please note, when I made the decision to record it, and when I started the movie, I was expecting the dishwasher to be a dishwashing ( Read more... )

So I have a new car. Unsurprisingly, Driving Excitement decided to finally bit the dust. I had become obsessed with hardtop convertibles recently, and had it down to a volkswagon veo and a pontiac g6. I ended up decided on the g6 because it the closest I could get to a muscle car without actually getting a muscle car. Its black with a black ( Read more... )

I need to admit to myself that even though everyone has British accents, that does not undo the fact that I am watching reality shows on BBC. I am sick today with a mild cold that nonetheless makes me so fatigued I can't move or think, to the point where I went ahead and called in (I can't really stay home from work when I am always staying home ( Read more... )

I thought this was pretty cool, both because I like The Golden Compass, but also because its interactive. So, if you are sitting there thinking "Modest, my ass!" go ahead and slide the slider.



How are you all? I'm boring.

I am back from travels, and am feeling better after much sleep, episodes of Veronica Mars and Ugly Betty, a trip to the doctor for antibiotics and decongestants--I have sudefed!  I can open a meth lab!--and even more sleep.  I hate travel.  I read the new Kate Atkinson novel, and was disappointed.  She has become my favorite author, which was ( Read more... )

So its that special time, time when a young girl's thoughts turn to dating and gym-going; yes, its New Year's resolution time.  While I will spare you the gym going details--me and the elliptical have been getting friendly during the last few months, ever since the Dr. became alarmed by my LOW cholesterol--I will share with you a link to a Craig's ( Read more... )

Oh, Chuck. You're so dreamy. And not just because you helped the Democrats come up with a strategy that prevented them from snatching defeat from the jaws of victory, as they usually do. Even though I have moved across country, you are still my favorite senator.

The day is almost over, but I feel like I've been spinning my wheels for the last few hours, unable to get my e-mail below 20, which I would hope to get down to zero, eventually. I finished my manuscripts, my contracts, returned calls to agents, and this last thing, which stands in the way of my feeling filled with righteousness, refuses to be done ( Read more... )

Look, if you are going to be a generally bad neighbor and blast your tunes for everyone within 5 miles to hear, the least you could do is have good taste in music. My neighbors appear to be "rocking out" to bad pop music. If this weren't bad enough, its bad pop music circa 1999. There were boy bands, Elton John, Whitney Houston, etc., etc. When ( Read more... )

Today I look like a slattern. I am wearing a sundress and cardigan, but the dress wraps around my chest, and with my black lace edged cleavage, sandals, and bleach blond hair, I probably look like I get a lot more action than I do. Tomorrow I will have to wear a white blouse and floral skirt to offset my brassiness today ( Read more... )