January 2010
4 posts
“It’s not a profession. It’s a fucking game. You don’t go into...”
– Gawker commenter, on the journalism industry
I agree to a point, but I’m still holding out for more.
December 2009
12 posts
Married life
Austin: (calling from bedroom) HORIM! HOOOOOORIMMMMM! COME HERE! COME HERE COME HERE COME HERE.
Sister: (rolls her eyes and doesn't budge from sofa)
Austin: HORIM?! HELLO? HORIM! You know what, fine, I was trying to be nice but fine.
Sister: Whatever. (sneezes)
Me: Bless you.
Sister: Thanks.
Austin: NO BLESS! You hear me? NOOO BLESSSSS.
The morning after
Scene: 8 a.m., Austin and I both on our laptops in his living room. I'm kind of sort of supposed to be doing my paper while he peruses Facebook. Sister is sleeping in bedroom.
Austin: Want to see Jason's new girlfriend?
Me: Your friend Jason from the wedding?
Austin: Yeah, look! (pulls up page of Asian girl) She's 3 years older than him.
Me: Whoa whoa, cougar status.
Austin: I know. It's like.. if a senior was dating a freshman. In HIGH SCHOOL.
Me: Well, that's like an 18-year old dating a 15-year-old. I think it's a little different now.
Austin: But she's like 31. That's so old!
Sister: (cries out from other room in half-slumber) That's NOT OLD!!!
Austin: (ignores her) And then she's going to want to get married and have kids immediately.. she's THIRTY ONE.
Sister: (calls out again) That's you in 2 years!
Austin: Go back to sleep! I'm trying to have a conversation here.
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There isn’t much that I feel I need A solid...
WatchMagic Kingdom in tilt-shift photography. Wait for the light parade near the end. Magical indeed.
My true love gave to me
Everything on this list:
1) Planet Earth DVD Set.
2) Cute, warm indoor slippers.
3) Beauty products: Rosebud Salve, Urban Decay Eyeshadow Primer Potion, Batiste Dry Shampoo, DiorShow Black Out
4) A new retainer!!! (Left mine in France. Sigh.)
5) Strappy platform heels.
6) Cocktail ring.
7) Large tea cups.
8) Men’s flannel shirt.
Will be adding as I see fit. More just a list for...
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“Leur histoire, c’est la théorie des dominos, mais à l’envers. Au...”
– Last line of back summary, Anna Gavalda’s “Ensemble, c’est tout.” Loved the film (admittedly due in part to Guillame Canet’s bare-chested scruffiness) and now attempting to tackle the 576-page original story. Wish me luck on this slightly overambitious undertaking.
Freak-out mode activated. →
IT. IS. OUT. Not the full thing, but the tantalizing snippets they do show are more than enough. My reaction? So excited I can pee in my flannel pajama pants is a grave understatement. (Though not far off from the truth because relieving my bladder has been put on indefinite hold as I rewatch this glorious video at least 20 more times. Priorities - I’m working on getting some.)