Feb

2006

Secret Bachelor Tuesday, Week Five. Or Maybe Six, Who Even Cares Anymore? They're All The Bloody Same.

When I picked Sean up from the airport this morning, after his five days in Tahoe, the first thing I saw was the hospital bracelet around his wrist. Then I looked down and saw that the boy was WEARING SLIPPERS. In an airport! I immediately searched around in case he was dragging an IV behind him or leaning on a pair of crutches, but there was no further evidence that he'd suffered a life-endangering snowboard accident. And, uh, that's because he hadn't. Do you want to know why he'd been to the hospital?

Feb

04

2006

Crash Into Me

So remember my last entry, when I spilled someone else's salad and wore a sweater that wasn't appropriate for the weather and I was all "god, I'm having the WORST DAY EVER." Remember that?

Feb

01

2006

A Bad Day, Though Curiously A Good Hair Day

You know what's pretty awful?

Feb

01

2006

No, I Won't Accept This Rose. Moreover, I Won't Accept Your Lime Green Sweatshirt And Your Pointy Chin.

When I was about 17, we read Ben Jonson's play Volpone in English class and I wasn't really into it. I was much more enamoured of the other two books we were studying---The Great Gatsby and Lyrical Ballads, I think---and every time Tuesday afternoon rolled around, I could hardly believe it was Volpone day again, because it seemed like we'd just had Volpone day and seriously, now we were having it again?

Jan

27

2006

Dunder Mifflin, Eat Your Heart Out

Don't you wish you worked in the office in The Office? Preferably the NBC one rather than the BBC one, mainly because Jim is quite a bit hotter than Tim, but still, either would do. My office is not like The Office, but sometimes it's still quite amusing. Sometimes there are scenes like this:

Jan

26

2006

In Case You Didn't Believe Me About The Large Purple Disney Glasses

I believe this may be a picture of me wearing them; Susie very kindly e-mailed it to me after (probably) wetting herself upon finding it in the family photo album. Somewhere I have one where I am wearing the same glasses---or at least some very similar ones---plus some very high-waisted tapered jeans, a plaid flannel shirt that's three sizes too big AND TUCKED IN, and some kind of medallion that I can only hope I borrowed from someone else and didn't actually PART WITH CASH FOR.

Jan

26

2006

And It Was Nearly Done, This Frail Traveling Coincidence

So apparently people Google themselves way more than I'd realized, and maybe sometimes this can get me in trouble, if, say, someone about whom I'd been talking on my website happens to do a little research on himself one day and gets directed here.

Jan

24

2006

It's Such a Shame When You Think Of All the Chocolate Croissants They're Probably Not Eating

So here we all are for week three of Secret Bachelor Tuesdays! Take a seat! Hide your shame! And remember: I'm watching so you don't have to!

Jan

23

2006

I Wish I Knew How To Quit You, Heath Ledger

I just came back from seeing Brokeback Mountain---finally, finally, FINALLY, South Carolina!---and at first I was all "wow, you totally got to see Heath Ledger in his nuddy pants!" and "hmm, all they ate was elk?

Jan

21

2006

The Plot Thickens! And Also, I May Still Be a <i>Little</i> High on DayQuil

Last night, Gallaudet---who lives in Iowa, which is a place I totally used to make fun of but can't possibly now because I rather like her (but seriously, come on, doesn't it just make a joke funnier if you can somehow work "Des Moines, Iowa" into it somewhere?)---left me this in my comment box:

Dear Holly's Employer,