details, malaise

Today is two days after Thanksgiving.
I had my dinner with my roommate, her boyfriend, her brother, and her brother's wife at her brother's apartment in WeHo. The food was fantastic, and we watched old SNL episodes. The sparkling grape juice was a revelation.
I bought jeans 1/2 off Friday morning, so now I own three pairs of jeans. This is a remarkable feat. Then I bought a Best of Prince album off Amazon for five bucks because I only had Kiss and 1999. I used to be afraid of Prince. I still am a little bit.
I bought China Mieville's Kraken at Bookstar in Studio City today because I had coupons and my grandma's discount card and I'm a cheap sumbitch.
I bought groceries.

My hands will smell like gingerbread pretty much for the next few months because I have a gingerbread man-shaped bar of soap. If you are wondering if it is also brown and decorated, yes.

Yesterday I put up my fake Christmas tree with a single string of lights and seven ornaments. I wrote Christmas cards today and watched a TV Christmas movie with James Van Der Beek. Now I'm writing my name into bookplate stickers for books I do not own.

Tomorrow is my father's 61st birthday.

I have retro-orbital pain. Maybe I have dengue... or a sinus infection.

Question of the hour:

So I saw a vanity plate today that said Water Bunny. Okay, it was missing a few letters, but that was what it was supposed to be. I don't get it. What's a water bunny? Is it like a beach bunny, but one who spends all her time in the ocean? How would you know she's a "bunny" then? You're not seeing the bikini, she's not playing volleyball or tanning, or any typical "bunny" activity.

Also, where does the expression beach bunny even come from? Does it have something to do with the Playboy bunny? Is it because bunnies are supposedly cute, and the girls lounging at the beach remind people of cute, little rabbits hopping around? I don't understand the original term, so this variation is even more confusing. Anyone care to enlighten me?

Read this:

Zadie Smith's article in the New York Review of Books about Facebook. I don't 100% agree with her on everything, and I'm not canceling my Facebook account anytime soon, but it's thought-provoking.