Finally, the Academy has reignited my interest.

some comments:

Best Actor: It's tough to decide between Heath and Joaquin. Joaquin WAS Johnny Cash, but Heath's acting was so subtle, so sublime, it's almost as if he wasn't even trying. But apparently this is the year of the imitation, what with Hoffman nominated for Capote, Phoenix for Walk the Line, and Strathairn for Good Night, and Good Luck.

Leading Actress: I haven't yet seen Transamerica but PLEASE let Felicity Huffman win!

Supporting Actress: You know I'm going to pick Michelle Williams, but only for her "Jack Nasty!" line.

Art Direction: You know Kong's got this one all wrapped up.

Cinematography: If you've seen the sheep herding scene in Brokeback then you know what I'm thinking, but I've only seen one other nominee.

Costume Design: Probably Geisha, but should be Charlie and the Chocolate Factory because they all looked like candy.

Documentary: Will be the Penguins, but if you haven't seen Murderball you NEED TO. I think Penguins should get it because it is a lovely film, but Murderball tells an incredibly interesting story.

Best Picture: BROKEBACK! BROKEBACK! BROKEBACK!

All of this means I need to see Crash.

I just got back from crafty night! I'm hoping next week when I no longer have a second job that I'll be able to stay a little later. I have realized I'm in much need of a hiatus from knitting. Thanks to the gal at crafty night who shared her beads, unfortunately I did not catch her name. I know that the beads came from Lyon, France, and they're very pretty.

Denny's new nickname is "Napoleon Dogomite." I hate the movie but he moved his head in a way that suggested the title character. So remember that for the next time you see him. I've been calling him Bucky, too, but just because it works.

Tomorrow is pasta day! PASTA PASTA PASTA PASTA PASTA!

No, not Evan Dando's band, I'm talking about the delicious candy.

Topics for today include: random pop culture references, a plea for blood donations, some mess they're trying to pull at work, bad drivers in hospital zones, and a documentary recommendation.

Music is "Glass of Wine" by the New Autonomous Folksingers courtesy of http://music.podshow.com

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I got my weekly email newsletter from my friendly local bookseller which featured the following blurb:

The 5th Horseman
by James Patterson
On Sale Monday, February 13th
Little Brown, $27.95
Ten years after the smash hit Wicked, the author returns to the land of Oz to follow the story of Liir, the adolescent boy left hiding in the shadows of the castle when Dorothy killed the Witch

WOW! That's the same storyline of the book Son of a Witch by Maguire! Time to start ignoring the Frey controversy--this is a big deal! But somehow this doesn't really fit in with this series.

NPR reports that a team is being sent to SE Asia to investigate Yeti sightings. Right now there are soft openings of Disney's ride Expedition Everest (actual ride due to open in the next couple of months). Coincidence? Or perhaps something else?

In which I am once again too lazy to run downstairs to get my computer. However, here I am (had to make sure of something before tomorrow morning). I wax poetic on hearing the song Shipoopy twice today and not having my ipod handy.

My mom called me a little bit ago to tell me that I needed to turn the TV to a certain channel to hear the finest line ever uttered in a movie. Sure enough, just moments later I hear "Nobody puts baby in a corner." Hell yeah.

I started my taxes. It isn't going to be much, but it will be enough to pay for an airplane ticket to Austin, TX. ROCK! Literally!

My podcast is listed in the iTunes directory. Not a big deal, really, but I'm excited.

Same as the rest, clever and short.

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If you listened to the schmoovecast then you are well aware that I drank a little bit of pommery pop champagne friday. if you didn't, then, well, I did. And the headache I'd had for a week was GONE the next day. hooray for champagne!

yesterday I went to visit my granny and pappy in chattanooga. aging is a harsh mistress is all I will say.

Last night Mr Flash stayed over. he burrowed under the covers which freaked me out as it always seems to.

Rock on.

Doggy makeout party.

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I love Grey Gardens. In fact, I meant to discuss it in last night's podcast but I forgot. So here is a hilarious video set to Madonna's new song, "Hung Up." Enjoy!

If you haven't seen Grey Gardens then you HAVE to.

I had a call from my friend who had a few. I decided to catvch up with her. I did, and probably bypassed her. This is pretty bad.

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Insomnia really sucks. but bacon, it rocks

I get hit with some awful insomnia. done on my cell phone.

I think I got rid of some of the buzzing and a little bit of the breathing. If you downloaded the previous delete it before you listen to it and pick this one instead.

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You know, that's really apropos of nothing. that song is just stuck in
my head.

I actually stayed up and watched the Project Runway last night.
Firstly, Andrae completely deserved to win. Yes, Daniel's did capture
his inspiration photograph well, but Andrae's took an inspiration
mundane and almost ugly and made it beautiful and elegant. And i'm SO
glad Jay brought up Austin's grammy dress from last season. That's the
first thing I thought of when I saw Santino's design. Inspiration from
grafitti. Big deal. Grafitti influenced my textbook covers in junior
high for pete's sake. The beauty of it is that Zulema's gone with the
wind. Train roll on.

If you didn't listen to the podcast then i would just like you to know
that my dog was a total pissant last night. He decided to play with
Flash (who visited) ON THE COUCH where I was sitting, which means I got
bumped a lot and got dog ass to the face many times. Flashy was a good
little man, and it's always cute when he sits like a meerkat (although
he does it to get attention, the whore).

Enjoy. There's a crazy buzzing in the background. feedback of some sort, can anyone help?

My sister gets the book but I'm keeping this card.

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I wrap it up.

This is part one:

This is part two:

Tomorrow I go buy a proper mic. Rock. I'm trying to decide if Audacity will be enough or if I should use my education discount and buy Adobe Audition.

Today I went looking on archive.org for my old pages, unfortunately they are no longer available. The only file I could find was my guestbook, otherwise known as The Bathroom Wall.

I found this link today while checking my library account: The Nashville Public Library image collection. The West SIYEEED is severely underrepresented but it is still a delight to look at the pictures. There is the fire station where my checkbook was found the time I got robbed on the east side (east side reminds me of the drunk which reminds me of how things ended pretty badly which leave me feeling foolish because I was made a fool of so I cry--I've determined this is the situation, and not so much that I miss him. well, I do miss him, but I am more embarassed that I believed some stuff. but that's neither here nor there). Especially interesting are the pictures of lower Broad and how it has evolved over the years--you can even see the Robert's sign (before it was the home of BR5-49 and before my mom went there to two step and drink PBRs).

Today was pasta day. Something didn't taste right and now it isn't sitting right, if you know what I mean. Ugh. May have to skip pasta day next week, may have to make my own at home to bring in.

I put on an old bra today...not a pre-op bra but a bra given to me by my sister which now is too small. My right boob kept popping out and I became afraid that they were growing back. i checked in the bathroom and sure enough, it's a cup size too small. I was getting a little freaked there for a minute. This makes two boob related posts in two days. Can I keep it up?

I don't remember reserving this book from the library, but there is was, large as life and twice as natural. I don't browse at my library, my local library is little bitty but the library system is quite large so I usually find the books and then request them. It's funny, because I may go a week or more with no books coming in from the library and then BAM! I have five waiting for me (as is the case right now). But I honestly don't remember requesting this book, I almost think they gave it to me by mistake and its rightful potential reader has some trash that I requested. Still, I enjoyed the book. Short stories are nice once in a while.

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all about hallucinations, and not just the drug kind. The most important thing I took away from this book was the information on what happens to you physically when you don't get enough sleep. And here I thought I was just lazy and out of shape.

wait.

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I had a coupon so I headed to the Victoria's Secret to get a black bra. They happened to be giving a lipstick away if you bought their new bra. This bra is weird, it's as though it's made out of foam rubber. It is completely seamless and has no tag, so the information is printed directly on the foam rubber. Seamless means it is all ONE piece, the underwire is firmly ensconced in the foam rubber bra contraption. It also doesn't come in my cup size so I bought a band up and a cup down.

James Franco gets on my nerves, but I just can't give a good reason why. I am a Freaks and Geeks fan but he played one of my least favorite characters. And then I come home and turn the channel to MTV (don't judge me) and there's his expressionless face. I hear he looks good shirtless in Tristan and Isolde, though.

Crafty night! Kate made some excellent chili but I soon abandoned my knitting to watch the Project Runway rerun on the television. Good times.

Think I'm going to lay off the book signings for a while. The last two signings I've been two have left me underwhelmed. The writers didn't seem to want to be there. Maybe it's because I've not written a book but you can be doggone sure I'd be happy as can be signing my name until my hand falls off.

Jill Conner Browne signs her latest spq guide for my sister.

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It was stormy on my way home from work but I managed to make it home. I made two grocery stops and nearly hit a fallen branch (which was more like one third of a tree).

First grocery stop: Pesto Tortellini and Pesto sauce.
Second grocery stop: Light Alfredo Sauce and ice cream.

The reason for the second is that I decided pesto sauce on pesto tortellini might be overkill. My intention was to mix a little pesto into the alfredo but...yes...I found myself too lazy to do so. The ice cream was because I wanted ice cream.

So I've got a belly full of pasta, about to have a bit of dessert. I'm watching Masters of Horror, this fabulous little series on Showtime. I missed the first three episodes. It's an anthology series, each episode is directed by a different director. The one I'm currently watching is directed by John Carpenter. The episodes are all on OnDemand so I can catch up. It reminds me a little of a series I vaguely remember called "Tales of the Unexpected," or at least I think that's what it was called. Anyway, some are earnest, some are lighthearted, many have boobies.

reading an interesting book. someone has corrected the grammar with a pencil. the corrector has made a mistake.

My mom recommended this book to me, and she knows my tastes almost better than I do.

I love that Wicker flat out states that she's a skeptic, but she retains an open mind. She participates in rituals, casts spells, and even allows herself to beocme a psychic vampire's victim. Or subject?

Wicker also describes most of the folks she encounters along the way, and wouldn't you know that many of them have the long, black tresses and flowing robes? One time I went to a book signing by Silver Ravenwolf and she looked like a suburban soccer mom, which was quite refreshing.

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Alternate title: Irony. HA!

(with apologies to Harley)

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THey had a pirate sketch! HA! Lovesit.
And mark your calendar, Prince is the musical guest on Feb 4!

No, not the subject of the potty, I mean I am literally sitting on the potty typing this. Hooray for technology!

I'm completely over the sequined everyday purse. I was never really under it, to be honest. I think it's hideous, sequins don't belong in everyday dress. I'm all for big purses, but not covered in the shiny. I also don't care for Louis bags for everyday use either, but I'll save that for another day.

A few comments on today's Entertainment Weekly:

• You know how earlier I said I was SO excited because Jack Sparrow was on the cover? Just a paragraph. That's it. And another picture. I'm glad they shot both sequels at the same time, though, which means I've got at least two movies worth of piratey goodness.
  
• Tom Hanks is not right for the part of what's-his-face in The DaVinci Code. Yes, I am too lazy to look up the protagonist's name. Yes, I read The DaVinci Code--I also read Angels and Demons. I love light reading, sue me. Tom Hanks is a little old. I pictured more of a Ben Affleck type, only maybe a little older.
  
• There's a movie version of The Namesake coming out this year! Wonderful book, and you know how I love the Indian boys.
  
• Looks like Stephen King's new book will be good and gory but without all the sentimentality he's been prone to.
  
• Talladega Nights! I'm ready.
  
• No mention of Chinese Democracy (the Guns N Roses one, not the Ole Mossy Face/Ants one), even though Slash has said it will be out early this year, March I think?
  
• Gilead was listed in one of their many lists as one of the things you HAVE to run right out and get! I suppose it must be out in paperback now, as the Drunk gave me this book for Christmas last year.
  

I feel totally hung over which is funny, considering I had not a drop to drink last night. I'm out of ibuprofen so I'm stuck taking extra strength tylenol left over from my surgery last year. Needless to sy, it isn't working. I ate a little bit of chocolate hoping that if it's caffeine withdrawal (I've cut out caffeine-y sodas again and have cut down on my chocolate intake) that it would help. So far a dark room and low volume on the TV is helping a little.

I'm hoping to get well soon, I need to run by a local bookstore to get a line number for an upcoming signing. I would also like some nachos, but that's not quite so important.

oh, and Gunnar Nelson? Still hot. fit club or no.

I'm at home, I'm in my jammies, and I'm at home. I was going to read this book about magic in America but in my mailbox I found the 2006 movie preview issue of Entertainment Weekly! On the cover is Johnny Depp! After reading I will eat the magazine in order to get his piratey essence. Kidding. I'm just going to chant over it a little.

First audio blog!

my second audio blog

So, I was tired last night and didn't say all that was on my mind about
the musical version of Hairspray.

Firstly, I think it's excellent that John Waters is so mainstream that
some soccer mom is potentially going to enjoy this musical, then
potentially seek out other work by Waters and will potentially see such
films as Pink Flamingos, Polyester, and/or Desperate Living.

Secondly, Jm J Bullock was in the Nashville production. hooray for Jm
J! He did a short lived talk progrum with Tammy Faye and I love her.

Finally, it just wasn't so great. The gal who played Tracy was kind of
stiff. she could sing, though. The spirit of the film was completely
lost. I mentioned previously that they sanitized it, and that's really
an understatement. They scrubbed it raw.

oy, am I tired. I am now home and snug in my bed. I saw Hairspray at TPAC and it was just ok. I mean, they pretty much sanitized the movie (which was pretty clean already, especially considering it was John Waters) and added songs. I wasn't too crazy about it but it was a fun way to spend the evening.

And my co-workers are insane.

Seriously. We had fun, but boy, they were nuts. We had a lovely dinner at Kazu (the original choice was Panera but their lot was full and we were all in a Yukon).

I might have enjoyed the musical a little more if I hadn't been sweating the whole freakin time. It was HOT in there, and my deodorant shut itself off pretty early in the day. Gross.

I'm on my way to work, I have two options. WHAT DO I DO? Shoot the hostage? No. I make my first (technically second, the first didn't make it because I'm a moron) audioblog.

Arrested Development is officially cancelled, but at least they cancelled Malcolm and That 70s Show with it. Yes, I used to love Malcolm and 70s but let's face it, they've run their courses.

I have a car again!

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Hooray!

Are these rabbit tracks on my deck?

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Members Only is back

dang it. Well, at least I don't have to drive since I STILL don't have a car!

Today I ate lunch on the campus side since today was pasta day. They are tearing down the building where I used to get paninis so they put a little place in the art building, which may not be the art building anymore now that I think of it. Back on track: they have tortellini which I love, today they had pesto which I also love. It was pretty good, but it being on the campus side and it was packed with sorority gals. Definitely a different breed of sorority gal than I am used to, but I attended a state school. So I'm eating my pasta, reading my book (more later), trying to ignore a conversation nearby but it was impossible. One of the girls was relating a story. It seems this girl, who we'll call Tammy, was cut by a certain sorority in the first round of rush. She believes she was cut due to something she said. It seems that one of the sisters asked about a high school classmate of Tammy's. Tammy replies that she never hung out with the guy, as he was Jewish and all the Jewish kids only hungout with other Jewish kids. So Tammy asks the sister what her major is? According to Tammy it's Hebrew or something so Tammy guesses she must be Jewish. Tammy figured the sister just took that the wrong way. She didn't mean anything by it! Just stating a fact!

So, then I go to my therapy appointment. I'm reading My Sister's Keeper which is so far about a girl conceived for the sole purpose of saving her sister (donating blood, marrow, stem cells, etc) she's filed a petition for emancipation. That's all I know so far. So, gent next to me asks about the book and I tell him what I know so far, and he seems disgusted. He tells me how awful the idea is and he could NEVER imagine having a child just so the other would live. He has two daughters! All this with a disgusted tone. He turns away and violently turns the pages of the magazine he's reading. As though I'm involved somehow.

Rules to follow:

• Get the pasta to go and eat it at your desk.
  
• Never get into a conversation with someone in the waiting room in a psych clinic, even if the other person tries to initiate it.
  
• Never EVER ask someone what they're reading while they're reading it. If it's closed or if you know me really well and I'm not in the act of reading, then fine. Ask. I've noticed this is something non-readers do.
  

I can't sleep so I'm going to do that thing where you put your mp3 player on shuffle and write out the first fifteen songs that come up. except my ipod is downstairs so I'm just going to do it in itunes, which is the same playlist as my ipod. Rock

Ok, itunes just crashed so give me a minute to restart it...

Freak Out, 311
Only When I Lose Myself, Depeche Mode
Nothing Even Matters, Lauryn Hill
Happy Now, No Doubt
Big Head, Space Ghost
This Devil's Workday, Modest Mouse
The Grand Tour, George Jones
Phantom Manor, Disneyland Paris
Rudolph the Red Nosed Raindeer, Chris Isaak
Mr Bojangles, The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Longtime, EMF
Could It Be Magic, Take That
GTO, Ronny and the Daytonas
Cannon, White Stripes
I Can Make It, Take That

Ok, so this makes me look like a massive Take That fan. Yes, I like them fine, they're one of the better boy bands out there (from the UK, where they know their boybands), but I think I only have two TT CDs. Funny.

Brokeback Mountain is SO good. I could've done without the nervous snickering during the first love scene, though. I suppose that's what you get in Nashville, but the theatre was probably 75% full during a matinee PLUS it was in one of the big theatres. AND it was showing on two screens.

Dirty Dancing is on right now. It was on last night. Nobody puts baby in a corner.

While I'm enjoying relying on the kindness of strangers while I am carless, I am about ready to have my car back. Today my mom let me use her car but it's such a behemoth. Well, actually just a sedan, but it's bigger than I'm used to. It's so hard to park in a garage such as the one connected to the green hills theatre.

Covered:

• Alcoholism and drug addiction treatment
  
• OTC Antacids
  
• OTC bandages
  
• OTC and prescription birth control devices
  
• Christian Science practitioners
• OTC cough drops
  
• Guide dog
  
• Lasik
  
• OTC laxatives
  
• Night guards to prevent teeth from grinding (this is something I really need, actually)
  
• Listening therapy--I don't know what this is, but if it means that they'll pay someone to listen to you bitch then each and every one of my friends needs to line up.
  
• Chiropractic services
  
• Organ transplant
  
• OTC reading glasses
  
• Prescription sunglasses but NOT standard sunglasses
  
• Viagra
  

Not covered:

• Cord blood storage
  
• Cosmetic surgery
  
• Experimental or imported drugs
  
• Electrolysis
  
• Hand lotion
  
• Illegal operations or substances (I am so glad they clarified this, as I was going to treat my mental illness using psychic surgery in central America)
  
• Marriage counseling
  
• Maternity clothes
  
• Weight loss foods and programs
  
• Transgender treatments and surgery
  

Flashy stayed over last night, Flashy being my sister's 11 lb pissant of a dog. Of course I love him. He's got this bizarre habit of crawling under the covers during the night which I find so odd. I don't mind dogs sleeping ON the bed, but under the covers is a bit odd for me. At least my crazy dreams took a break for one night. I've been having crazy dreams for the last couple of weeks. I think the subject of these dreams is what's causing my recent series of breakdowns.

I've got a couple of lazy dogs here. I'm hoping I can get a ride a little later in the afternoon, I really want to go see Brokeback Mountain but I'm not sure it's showing at one of the movie theatres here in my suburban hamlet.

That was fantastic. Hilarious.
however, Death Cab for Cutie is not my thing. If you're going to play whiny music you should not be allowed to take your name from a Bonzo Dog Doodah Band song.

I found out about this book during an orientation where something caught fire, we were evacuated, and we took with us some personal belongings that were left behind. One of the items was this book. No, I did not steal it, I assume it got back to its rightful owner. Instead, I reserved it from my friendly local library. And, you know, I've been going to this library for the better part of fifteen years but I still don't know anyone's name. There is very little turnover so I should, but they don't wear name tags. One lady there, an older lady, always comments on the books I check out. This isn't really a problem because she's cool about it. She's offered to help me with knitting and even recommends books about knitting. The funniest time was once when I checked out America by Jon Stewart. My mom and I were talking about how they were not selling it at Wal-Mart due to nudity and the librarienne looked it up. She laughed.

But I digress. More library stories to come later because they're SO interesting.

Siegel's writing style is somewhat lighthearted. The case studies seem to be mostly drug related paranoia which is fine, but not exactly what I was looking for. In fact, lots of cocaine based paranoia.

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We're all lazy dogs here. Flash is over for a visit, will likely be staying overnight. He's a sweetie but can be a little bit too high energy for me sometimes.

We have water again. I still need a shower.

I sent a short text message to the drunk, got a short reply. Miss him.

I need some ice cream. Someone bring me by a pint of caramel sutra from ben and jerry's, please.

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Yesterday there were folks working on something to do with the water. Apparently they're still at it today. How awful to schedule a water outage on a Saturday! I'm doing what I can with bottled water, the rest I'm just avoiding. I desperately need a shower and a good hair washing, I need to shave various parts of my body, today's laundry day, I can't use the toilet (and I really need to poop). My mom told me to pretend I'm in Mexico, only in Mexico they have flushing toilets. I'm perfectly happy staying home and being stinky, but as it turns out there are a couple of stores closing in the mall near my house. If you're familiar with the part of town I live in then you know the mall nearby is a ghost mall, now two of the stores that kept people in that mall are closing. I'm going to take advantage of rock bottom prices and functioning toilets!

Ok...I just heard a shudder...could that be the water coming back on? Oh, I hope so...

Nope. No water, just a trickle. I used the last little bit so that Denny doesn't have to go thirsty.

It's a good thing I was too lazy to go downstairs and grab my laptop,
cuz I was on a tear.

i thought I was doing ok until last night. one thing led to another and
I'm crying. I even tried to take half an ambien to help me to sleep but
it wasn't happening. I was thinking about the drunk and how when we
broke up he said that he wanted to stay friends, he wanted to hang out,
I would have a hard time getting him out of my life as a friend, etc etc
etc. Now, having said that, I haven't spoken to the boy in nearly two
months. I guess it wasn't so hard to get him out of my life as a
friend. Add this to my near-playing a few weeks ago and I'm now, at the
ripe old age of thirty, realizing what liars some boys can be when they
really want something--whether it be what's in the pants or getting a
clean break from you. Or maybe it's just the ones who like the booze.

And this bike is still here. I want to either get it out of my house or
get him the money for it but that would involve some form of contact, no
one is willing to be the intermediary (feeling it would be the
equivalent of taking sides or getting involved).

I'm really slipping, I mean literally going crazy. Literally. If I
haven't already lost it, I'm about 9 volts away from it. I mean it. I
know truly crazy people don't know they're going crazy, and I think that
I'm a little cognizant of the fact means I'm not totally off the deep
end yet, but give me a few months.

I almost text messaged him last night, but I was trying too hard to fall
asleep. I wanted to email him this morning but I'm really fighting it.
I had a crazy dream from all this where I needed to call him about
something he knows quite a bit about. No, I probably won't call him or
text message him. the ball's in his court.

And if you're tired of reading this imagine how it feels to be living
it. Just when I think I'm ok this all happens.

So, as I mentioned a week or so ago I had a lovely night out with Rhonda and Dave. We ended the evening at Cafe Coco where I chatted with a nice guy named Antony while waiting at the bar to order food. He was sketching, and me being tipsy I asked him to draw a picture of me (I'm always asking people with artistic talent to draw pictures for/of me). Well, he did, and he handed it to me as I was leaving (along with his number--no, I haven't called, no I probably won't). To your left is the sketch. Guess what I'm doing? Yep. Guess who I'm thinking about? Yep. Guess what I'm eating? HECK yep. and before you ask, yes, I did take this with my camera phone and i AM too lazy to scan it. Thanks Antony!

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The other night I posted while watching a few minutes of WWE that I found pretty racy. apparently there was a nipple slip. I missed it so it must have been superquick.

for some crazy reason all my mobile posts came through today. I have no idea why, but I'm glad they're here (although one had to be edited and one was a duplicate which had to be deleted).

Let's talk about books. I like them, I'm listening to Wanda Wisdom chat
about books and last night I watched about two minutes of Larry King's
interview with James Frey. In case you're not paying attention, The
Smoking Gun alleges that Frey made up and/or heavily embellished events
in his book A Million Little Pieces (and, I'm assuming, his follow up
book My Friend Leonard). I love reading and read 1-2 books a week but I
haven't read anything by Frey. I don't know why, but I haven't--it
might have something to do with the popularity (when something is
extremely popular I tend to avoid it because I feel there's no way it
can live up to the hype surrounding it). If it's popular it has to be a
subject I appreciate for me to check it out.

So, the book is billed as non-fiction. Fine. They're saying he bent
the truth or flat out made stuff up. Well, that sucks. They're calling
for his head. Not cool. Seriously, if we were to fact check every
single memoir I think we'd be shocked...SHOCKED!...at the massive
amounts of fiction we find. Seriously, do you think that Augusten
Burroughs didn't bend the truth in Running With Scissors? I mean, he's
being sued by some of the very people depicted in that book for pete's
sake!

This whole thing smacks of a stunt. I had completely forgotten about
the book until this controversy started.

Speaking of writing, I need to get started writing cheesy romance
novels. I think I have figured out the formula...

There is a hot dog stand at 21st and grand. Also, there is a butterfrog at the same intersection.

Strange markings in the stairwell! What does it mean???

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I meant to take down my tree tonight, I really did, but mom called, tempted me with dinner, and I'm really lazy and love to eat. And I cannot stop sneezing!

Any way, there's not a lot going on in Leah's world right now, so this is the caliber of post you're going to get. I'm not dating anyone, I don't really plan on going out much, and I am really absorbed in this book I'm reading.

I will say this...there's a big show I want to go see Friday. I likely will not go, and it is for the obvious reason (for those of you who came in late, it's my former boyfriend, the Drunk). I've been looking forward to this since last May, it should be an excellent time, but I'm going to sit this one out.

Been reading a lot. Not sleeping, but what else is new.

To your left you will notice the pretty lady with the red lips. I ordered some kissink from avon, it is essentially a marker for your lips. The color is semi-permanent, and that picture was taken after about three hours, drinking water, and two applications of clear lip balm. Let me know what you think. I don't wear makeup because I'm a natural beauty (which is a nice way of saying "too damn lazy to apply makeup") so I need something low maintenance and long lasting.

So, I sent an image to this blog yesterday and notice it isn't there. WHY???

I'm terribly sleepy.

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I just can't sleep on Sunday nights which means I have a hard time staying awake on Monday. I've come home from crafty night, folded the laundry I'd forgotten I'd started. I've run the dog outside. I am sleepy.

When I'm sleepy I tend to see words wrong. It's often funny, but today's experience was completely random. I saw a bumper sticker that said "Go Away!!!" but in my sleepy mind it said "Go Swayze" which would be a fantastic bumper sticker.

So, there's some messed up stuff on wrestling right now. All I saw was Edge and Lita (who I was a fan of when she was on a team with Esa Rios) and it became some crazy striptease type thing that bordered on obscene. Why? I feel like a parent. Now Ric Flair's involved somehow. People let kids watch this? Are Lita and Edge heels now? And now there's someone whose name I don't know. This is ridiculous. I'm going to sleep.

You ever get the feeling you've read a book before? Read enough James Patterson and you will definitely get that feeling. Still dig it, though, when I'm looking for light reading.

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I've been lazy this weekend, so I'll wrap up here.

It all started with dinner at the Melting Pot which was amazing as usual, King Friday. I had a Tipsy Turtle (seen to your left) which had a freakin FROND in it. Mom and I shared the Wisconsin Trio, the Big Night Out with the Mojo Fondue, and the Turtle chocolate fondue. It was all amazing but it was not easy putting away all that food. The Mojo was amazing but when we went home my sister said the garlic smell coming of us was so strong it burned her eyes.

Saturday I tried to go see my former boss at her new location but she was out. The VS Semi Annual sale was awfully picked over, but I suppose that's what you get when you're too lazy to go earlier in the week! I then had lunch at Qdoba and ate a whole freakin burrito all by myself. That bitch was huge! I purchased a copy of the Postsecret book because I love the site.

After work I headed to the Edgehill Studios to meet Kate for Love Drums. Also present were her boy John and crafty nighter Crystal whose boy Jimmy joined us later on. The Love Drums were great. If I hadn't been wearing such restrictive clothing I might've shaken my ass like many of the folks were doing. I hope to go to the next one, they perform first Saturday of every month. THere was a digeridoo! I've never actually seen one in person!

We were hungry so we headed to PM where Jonathan, one of the drummers, met us. They have a pretty neat martini menu, I had a Lemon Grass martini which was just lovely, had a nice subtle taste to it--often these non-traditional martinis are too tart or too much, but this was just right. I had the Peanut Sauce Fondue which was absolutely delicious with the bread, but the fried tofu was a little bit too soft for me. It was also excellent with the steak fries.

Today I had another fabulous lunch at Qdoba (nachos this time) and now I'm ready for bed. Good night, children. I'm going to read a little more of the new Alex Cross book.

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Astral Projection! Conspiracy! Fight scenes! Romance! Intrigue! ROCK!!!

But I did really enjoy this book. It appears to be the first in a series, and the only information it has on the author is that he lives off the Grid. This book is all about the dangers of living on the Grid. Well, actually, it's about a group of folks who can project themselves into other Realms and the Harlequins who exist to protect the Travelers (the projecting folks). The Tabula have killed off all the Travelers, or so they think. I'll stop there.

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Flagg is adorable, and her writing is best described as adorable too. Not in a negative way, mind you. Hey, she was wearing message tees before they were cool--about 25 years before they were cool (I watched a lot of Liar's Club growing up).

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This book was great. Funny, engaging, all that. Also made a good point about obsession with media, blah blah blah. Dug it. Had a hard time putting it down.

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I'm a rebel.

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I was at my parents' house and pretty much subject to watching whatever they chose. They chose Dancing With The Stars. I didn't see the first season and I really didn't care to watch this one. HOLEE CRAP. That Drew Lachey can shake it!

I really want to go to the Victoria's Secret Semi-annual sale tonight, but alas, I will probably no longer have a car tonight (I've had mom's car since Tuesday) and I'm really, really tired. Again, it's my fault, I was up late reading Fannie Flagg.

I also got to talk to Brent last night, and while that may not seem very interesting and it's so mundane I probably wouldn't mention it otherwise, I think we may start a podcast. We'll see, first I need to learn how. I probably have to get some software and definitely will have to get a microphone. I lent mine to a department at work, but it was crap anyway. Anyway, just something to look forward to in the next few months.

I have officially turned in my notice at my 2nd job and I've already got a plan for after.

I'm sleepy today, but it's my own damn fault. Well, I suppose I could blame MTV, but I will take responsibility for this one. See, when they're showing the True Life with the Jersey Shore girls, well, I'm watching it. My sister and I have seen it so many times that we can recite most of the lines from memory. I realize how sad it is to admit this, but I try to hold nothing back from you, gentle reader. I feel as though we have this special bond, you and I. I think, yes, I'm falling in love with you. Am I moving too fast? I'll back off. It's just that I love you so! Don't you understand? I can't fight this feeling anymore!

Anyway, so True Life, I'm a Jersey Shore Girl was on last night. It makes me want to visit Seaside Heights and party at Merge. Between the shore girls, Tommy (who also summers in Seaside Heights), and Anthony (the bodybuilder) I think a NJ trip is in order.

Why isn't MTV releasing these on DVD?

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one thing I'm considering in this new year is podcasting. Yes, I am that self absorbed. well, to be honest it will only partially be focused on me, hopefully I can get enough people interested. when I get closer to actually being able to produce said podcast I will ask for submissions.

ah, it's raining. I was going to take a trip out to cool springs to visit my former boss but I am too lazy to actually get out in the rain. plus I don't have a car and would have to get someone to tote me over there. metro busses don't run to cool springs, do they?

I have a secret that is killing me. KILLING ME. Oh man, and what's worse is that I can't even give a HINT. I can't even tell you who told me this secret, all I will say is it's someone in my family.

UGH. I hope word gets out so I can talk about it.

I am right now watching Rollergirls on A&E and boy, am I nonplussed. When I was young I watched roller derby on TV. I spent a lot of time rollerskating at Skate Road 13 (it changed names later, it is now Skate Station Funworks) when I was a youngster. When I found out about roller derby in Austin, TX, I was pretty excited. I hoped this would catch on nationwide, bringing roller derby to my fair city.

I am not crazy about this show. It seems about as real as Laguna Beach.

And they're already selling the first season on DVD. This is the premiere episode!

dang, I'm super verbose. anyway, I had a few drinks last night with Rhonda and Windrow, good times. It's always fun to hang out with a few of the old slacker crew.

I got super maudlin, though. I suppose the gleemonex is not working, maybe they need to crank up the dose, or maybe even take me off of it and let me sort these things out on my own.

Pirates.

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my goals:

• Actually follow through with quitting my second job.
  
• Woo and win over my own damn self.
  
• Craft more often, possibly selling some of the output.
  
• Stop taking all the prescription drugs I'm on for a few months, including Zoloft. ESPECIALLY Zoloft.
  
• Brush my dog every day, or at least every other.
  
• Read the Daily Guideposts every day.
  
• Take things as they come.
  
• Pay off the last of my credit card debt.
  
• Loosen up a litlte bit.