Wednesday, May 30, 2007

All Hail Diet Red Bull!

Feeling much better today, and am drinking little cans of crack. It's my ritual whenever I have to do expenses.

Please cue "Windmills of Your Mind."

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Happy Phantom.

Ever feel like you're invisible? Or disappearing?

For some reason I am dealing with that today. Not really so much depressed as feeling like I am fading out. I suppose this light melancholy can be attributed to all the dreaded examination of old memories for something I am working on. I much prefer to keep it light and fun, but then the work does tend to feel a bit less sincere. Although I am not a strict believer in auto-biographical navel-gazing as the only way to write fiction, and I am not always on board with a hermeneutic reading of texts, there are just too many examples of writing being informed by actual author experience that it simply cannot be discounted as a methodology or practice, and it certainly cannot be dismissed out of hand as a way to interpret texts, even though some holdouts of the New Criticism would have it be so.

How about that for too many words to say one thing?

Monday, May 28, 2007

Lil' Player can't ever catch a break.

Saturday, May 26, 2007


We're at Zuma. Its everything we ever wanted it to be!

Thursday, May 24, 2007


Not really much to report kids.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

The Finer Things.

Children of a Lesser God:

I am sitting at work, in that hazy space of not having anything immediately pressing down upon me workwise, so I find myself wondering what particular personal project I am going to tackle. I just finished reading about the Harvard Lampoon on Wikipedia, because apparently I needed to know about it. I've also eaten an apple, so I can check that off the list. I've scheduled myself for another piece of fruit in early '09.

I went to the premiere of "Knocked Up" last night and I do have to say that it is a terrifically funny movie. And Leslie Mann, as the sister of K. Heigl, really did make me laugh, and mostly because I saw a lot of myself in that character. Angry, but mostly because of a frustrated need to love. Or angry because she just loves so intensely and strongly. Maybe both? That's a bit personal for these pages, I'm sure, but I am slightly over-tired and full of OTC cold medication so I can say what I want.

I need to work on the "Teen Southern Gothic but set in New Enlgand" movie, and then I need to write a few novels. Looking at the Lampoon page and eating an apple has made me feel homesick again for the fall days of Massachusetts, a feeling I never once had before. It's odd to think you can miss weather, but there it is.

Monday, May 21, 2007

I just don't know what to say about this.

I was given this page as a search result for something else I was looking up. I think it fits in very nicely with my whole thing about how I loathe how Business usurps language to try to make itself seem interesting. People with average IQs with unfettered access to a Thesaurus, etc.

Thursday, May 17, 2007


... is for special people.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007


New glasses are making me barfy.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

I've never noticed the birds on that sci-fi channel promo bumper before.

New glasses! New glasses! Correct prescription! I'm so blind without them it's terrifying!

They look exactly the same as my old glasses, except these are the teensiest bit larger and cost money.

In the meantime, everyone has the new Feist record, right? It's the only way to escape the computer-drawn parallelogram of desperation that is your life, so get it already.

Thursday, May 10, 2007


Oral sex gives you cancer. Everyone I know is doomed.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007


It's wednesday and time is speeding up. Meanwhile, I wrote this from the blackberry.

Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Falling babies.

I have just had the moment where I realized there are LOTS of childhood friends with babies now. In ten seconds I could list 7, so I stopped. What does this mean? This could mean it's time to get settled down and have babies, not real sure. I know I want them, just not sure when or how.

Monday, May 07, 2007

And another thing.

Does anyone have any ideas, or suggestions, on how to get over someone you realize you have been carrying a torch for for years? And this person is who everyone else you have ever been with is compared to? And ultimately comes up short? Anyone?

Just because I'm feeling the need to get a picture out there.

A picture I took of Richie a month or two ago in NYC. You can click on it to get a big picture. No copying please without permission...

Here we are.

So it's Monday. I shall refrain from Ziggy-esque commentary on the inevitability of Monday apathy.

I still desire to go on a trip. Where should I go? Whither should I wander? I do think about heading to London; for there I can bunk with Meagan and her newish husband, and also crash at Karen and Demetri's place. The question is how long would I go for, and would I really want to stay in London the whole time since it is so murderously expensive? I feel like it's a polished New York. Granted, it has a lot more history, but I might be able to get all my British ya-yas out by popping in season one of Footballer$ Wives and just letting Tanya take me away.

I mean, she's just good stuff.

Friday, May 04, 2007

It begins...

I ordered my first blackberry last night. It's coming next week. My boss got it for me as a birthday present. I needed to get a new phone anyway, but I wonder what this could mean in terms of street cred and/or losing what street cred I have left. Does this mean I am fully invested in a new identity? Am I yet another corporate schmuck? The thing will be keyed to my personal email account and not my work one, so at least I can pretend it's not too terrible a thing. I'm just keeping in touch with my friends! Sure.

In the meantime, I have gotten about 703 compliments on the short hair, so I guess that settles that.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

A shyness that is criminally vulgar...

I am about to go get my hair cut here on the lot, by the lady who I suspect may have been a Crystal Meth dealer once upon a time. She's good stuff.