i've definitely not been posting as much lately. at first i thought it was because of blog block. then having nothing to say about the world, which would be called more generally world block. but since i always have something to say about just i everything, i ultimately realized it's just been because i've been devoting my energies elsewhere - shopping, social life, netflix, career. so i don't lose the "now" in ultranow, i am giving my blog a promise ring to keep it fed, and you all too. the promise ring is made of tinfoil, because i'm cheap, or at least am again after all the shopping i've been doing. here's some stuff that's been stuck in my brain.
- the lindsay lohan "it's not mine!" excuse around the cocaine in her pocket is infinitely implausible. since when has she done anyone a favor? plus this guy in line at a safeway i bought vinegar and a protein bar at said to what i reasoned was his aa buddy that the holding it for someone else deal is totally 6th grade. then he tried to flirt with this woman by saying her dove bar looked good. she tried to unflirt with him by denying his existence.
- whoopi goldberg is a horrible choice for the view. she hasn't made me laugh since the color purple. shoulda gone with kathy griffin, babs. whoopi will never get the youtube hits needed to to to...what do youtube hits do?
- i'm going to take some graphic design classes at night because that's what night is for because day is for work. i'm totally going bilberry, blueberry and carrot-tastic so my eyes don't fry. when you get older, your lenses get stiffer so it's harder to transition from near to far and back. it can cause strain. and i'm oooollllllldddddd. though i'm still generation x. that won't ever change. now i'm mid to late 30s is all. still have time to be the next grandma moses. plus phyllis diller didn't start comedy until 37, or at least didn't get paid for it until then.
- in the back of my head, i think i read somewhere that there is going to be a new fame movie but i'm scared to try to confirm it. fame is nothing without gene anthony ray, so they shouldn't fucking bother. you just know an american idol castoff will be cast and ruin it.
- ratatouille is a fine movie, if you like excellent animation, tight action, hordes of rats which when swarming are rather nauseating but when in small groups or as individuals are serviceably cute, and about 40 different morals jammed into the mix. for my book, that's 41 too many. i think i'm going to get a beta. need some life in this apartment, beyond the judy blume books i've been taking out of the library. did i ever mention i dream of being a children's book author, or more specifically a published children's book author, or more specifically judy blume or roald dahl or judy dahl or i guess me because they can't write what i write either. although i swear i would've come up with a book called fudge-a-mania too, just like judy did.
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