Late to the goat party
Yeah. I know. People been talkin’ ‘bout pygmy goats for like, ten years or some shit. And I was talking about them too, but just with my friends, you know in private, because these little, furry bulbs of cute are sensitive and I didn’t want them to feel the pressure to continue being super cute. I’m a tenderheart like that. To get to the point, and seriously, this is a...
In the world I know about, the world of books and publishing and bookselling, it...– Philip Pullman’s speech of January 20th, 2011, in defence of Oxfordshire libraries, many of which are slated to close. This shit is breaking my heart. Aaaaaaaaaaah! (Thanks to BY, librarian of my heart).
Polyester doesn't seem so bad now does it?
In that way that happens, when a person finds herself doing a somewhat boring task (looking at fucking stupid linens in colours suitable for a five year old obsessed with ponies and Lady LovelyLocks) that could end up being very rewarding (delicious, comfortable sheets for naptime and readingtime and watching-tv-in-bed-time), I have been on the hunt for sheets. And as a result I have looked at...
Make me over
Sutan, I have missed you. My television has missed you. There have been sad Wednesday evenings with only Tyra and ALT and no one to break it down for reals, just pure insanity. And here you are as Raja, on RuPaul’s Drag Race. This is excellent news. Television needs you. And that toiles dress is killing me.
Oscar nominations were announced yesterday morning and yet it took me over twenty-six hours to assess the situation. I feel a level of disappointment and a lack of commitment and I apologize to you, and to myself. Sorry, guys, and me. I dropped the ball on this one. And my initial reactions, my rage, happiness, annoyance, have subsided and I’m reduced to a more tempered and uninteresting...
Wonder Woman is coming to television screens or computer monitors near you. NBC, after initially passing on the show, have, after the Comcast merger dealio of a few days ago, picked up this program about our favourite mythological Amazon. There’s a lot of talk about how she’ll be portrayed, what time period, how to use/adapt her origin story and if Diana Prince is a character worthy...
Okay, so you’re super famous, even though you only make shitty movies now and unlike other stars who do the same thing you are loved my Oprah-lovers and mini-van drivers. You have very nice hair, mostly because you have people fawning over it day and night, but also because you share genes with Victor Kiriakis (Days of Our Lives, 4evah). You are flailing to have a career even though you...
The Big Number of Somethings
Today, while waiting in a mild drizzle for a bus that never seems to arrive, I spent my time kicking Granville St. in impatience and staring at the sides of buildings. On one of those buildings (Future Shop) hangs a large screen that shows ads on a short loop. One for Tazo teas, one for a car (I don’t ‘get’ cars, so I never know what kind or type or whatever) and one for...
Live from my couch
There is something that tears me up inside when I watch the good-bye at the end of Saturday Night Live. The music, the hugs, watching the different cast members interact with each other, with the host, the musical guest. That music is a bit cloying, the hugs aren’t always genuine, but the whole thing destroys me. Since I was a child I have imagined myself on that stage in some capacity....
In am pleased to say that the new year has brought back my celebrity dreams in full force. I’ve had one two nights in a row. I believe they produce better, more relaxing sleeps than any other dream. Honestly, dreams about abstracts or strange images or people in my personal life or even peaceful places do not deliver. The celebrity dream brings both a rush from being adjacent to...
A few months ago I gave up the delicious and wonderful habit of smoking for good. I’ve been through many phases: casual, constant, chain, one a day, weeks without, etc. Strangely, though I smoked, I never considered myself a smoker or used that word to describe myself. I enjoyed the activity, the feeling, all the sensuousness of it. Fingers to pack to cigarette to lips to tongue to lungs...
New Year (smells like the old year)
Hooray! It’s a new year. And now that all of the fun times and mega-food-binges and drinking and pretty party dresses and going to parties and festive festivities are over the only things that will get me through the next few cold and dreary months are as follows: - Making a nest out of blankets and pillows and watching new episodes of television shows until I start to imagine I am...