fly in the soup

It might be 99% goodness, but boy can that fly just ruin things. I mean, I'm not a big fan of soup in general, but the metaphor stands. I've had some positive turns in the last few weeks but one really massive disappointment (for me) that just jacked the soup.

Gonna try to see Toy Story Cubed manana. And this 4th weekend, I'm gonna write like a maniac fueled by graphite and ink and Intel. Word(s) up.

ugh

I just realized I've only read a little over half as many books as I wanted to have read by this point this year.

Only two of the last 15 books I've read have been by women, but of the four (yes, four) books I'm in the middle of now, two are by women. Not a conscious decision, but I'm glad of it anyway.

Playing the waiting game for several things. Tiresome.

just once...

I would like a reality show contestant to say, "I AM here to make friends. Screw winning. I'm here to become lifelong bosom buddies with the whole gang here. Especially the dude who gets eliminated first. 'Cause that's got to be tough, and real friends are friends even when you're going through a rough patch. Check out the lanyards I made for everyone."

if I had three wishes...

I would wish for:

1) that everyone would use their turn signals every time they, you know, turned or changed lanes
2) that people wouldn't bail on me repeatedly, whether in life or on IM
3) that everyone suddenly develop an allergy to making and/or using weapons of any kind (except water guns and shurikens)

intense

I had this A-Team meets Harry Potter dream last night where magical forces were keeping all these kids in a school and I had to get them past trains and out of classrooms and so on. Also, in my dream, my recently-graduated-from-college sister had lost all her math skills and I was trying to reteach her addition, and, at one point, my whole family was in a bunk bed above me watching a horror movie and wouldn't turn it off, so I had to hum the Nutcracker to myself in the bottom bunk. For a long time.

I'm exhausted.

Scoundrels

My review.
I might be too nice.

the 'wood and update

Yesterday I took the subway (uneventfully, thank God) to the new W hotel at Hollywood and Vine. It's pretentious and pretty, so it works for that area I guess. My friend's in town for a bachelorette weekend and they're holing up there. We had lunch at Kitchen 24 and passed about a million World Cup fans at various bars shrieking and hollering. This was an hour before the England-USA game. So that was odd.

Have read some good books lately. Love my new apartment in West Toluca Lake, except for the screechy bed upstairs (I don't think they're getting down every night--I think the bed is just old and needs some oil or something). All my fellowships but one are done. Finally have DirecTv hooked up. And my white whale, a bookcase I bought secondhand and have been unable to put back together for over a week now, is sitting in my lovely bedroom taunting me like a professional.

In other news, Betty White is everywhere. One wonders if there isn't a Betty White clone or if future robots/aliens haven't infiltrated us, all looking like Betty White. We would be sitting ducks.