That NaBloPoMo badge on my blog is mocking me. Today is February 8 and do I have eight posts to date? Um, no. Do I even have eight days worth of stuff that is worth reading? I have months of books I have to read. Hours of television to watch (though my late night “Torchwood: Children of Earth” marathon last week was good progress — and I’ve still got the bags under my eyes to prove it!). Years of music to listen to on CDs that I haven’t unpacked since I moved into my apartment three years ago. For these and other reasons, I feel like I am always behind. Boo.
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Good news! I figured out what caused this awful rash on my stomach.
Bad news! It’s my cholesterol medication, to which I am allergic apparently.
Posts from now until Thanksgiving are going to be speculations on family, food, fat, feasting, famine, and fortune. The usual shit, but with a melancholy Thanksgiving twist. Awesome!
When I was a sophomore in high school, I spent most of the year living away from home. Along with my older sister, I lived first with a foster mother in Washington Heights, and then in Forest Hills Gardens with my best friend father and stepmother. I don’t remember the period preceding this year as being especially dark, but these events have lived in (and sometimes even clouded) my memories of my adolescence ever since.
- Elisa and I had dinner at Irazú tonight. I’d been to the dentist this afternoon so I couldn’t eat much more than chifrijo, chicken soup, and a banana-oatmeal shake. Okay, I guess that’s a lot. And I totally got a steak sandwich to go. Lunch tomorrow, you will be incredible.
- I’m watching Nights of Rodanthe instead of sleeping. I think there is a Nicholas Sparks movie for every decade of a woman’s life. A Walk to Remember for your teenage years. The Notebook for your twenties. Message in A Bottle for your thirties, and lastly Nights for your forties. Actually, The Notebook works for any age. As long as you are a total fucking sap like me.
- It seems like every day I am spending more and more money on medication. See, this is what happens when you let yourself get obese and diabetic like me. Awesome.
- Don’t even get me started on my lady parts.
- One good thing — I made the beautiful Wheaties box graphic in this DISGRASIAN™ post about Manny Pacquiao.
- I promise I will write about parade school for the “McDonald’s™ Thanksgiving Parade” very soon. One crappy thing about that, though: my check-in time for the parade is 6:30 AM. I need to become a morning person, and soon.
- On that note, good night.
I know the last few days have been cheats for National Blog Posting Month. I will post harder, better, faster, stronger for the rest of the month, I swears. But first, a few quick notes:
I am obsessed with HGTV, For Rent in particular. Probably because I am a long-time renter with no real plans for buying a place any time soon. Also I think it’s hilarious that host Jodi Gilmour and her renters never refer to the cities or neighborhoods in which they work by name. It’s always “trendy downtown area” or “safe family-friendly neighborhood”. I can tell by their accents that they are Canadians (thanks, Degrassi!), so what’s the problem with saying “lovely central Toronto”? What’s that all aboot? Just say Vancouver already! Trust me, I don’t think you should worry so much about the possibility of alienating American viewers if you happen to let slip that you’re joining us from sunny Quebec. For crying out loud, rents are quoted in (Canadian, okay) dollars and spaces are measured in square feet! The metric system is nowhere to be found!
Soulbounce.com is doing a “Month of Mary” to celebrate the 15th anniversary of Mary J. Blige’s masterpiece, My Life. Most of the posts have been devoted to each track from the record, talking about production details, why it matters as part of a whole, and marveling at the amount of pain that Mary must have been in during this period in her life. She took her pain and used it to create one of my favorite albums of all time.
I bought this totally gorgeous brooch at the Art Institute gift shop this weekend. It’s a coral colored dahlia made out of felt. You can see it in this picture here. It’s the brighter one in the upper left hand corner. I think it’s fetching.
As I am currently without a computer, now would probably be a good time to get started on all the housecleaning I’ve been talking about doing for the last 18 weeks months.
I told Patrick about this earlier via IM and he just laughed. I’ll show him! That, or I’ll just watch “Hoarders” on television and wonder when they get around to my house.
- What’s the difference between typing ‘@username’ and ‘.@username’ when updating Twitter? What does a period do when added to the beginning of a Twitter username?
- Mike of Chicago Carless sent me an invite to Google Wave today. First of all, thank you! Second of all, what do I do with it now?
- Why am I still watching season 6 of Project Runway? It’s crap, isn’t it?. It makes me miss Leanne Marshall, aka “Judy Noodles”.
- What did you think of this week’s episode of Glee? Were you offended? Were you delighted? Did you just want to see Artie and Tina make out a whole bunch more?
- I am taking a vacation day tomorrow (Friday the 13th!). I plan to take my voice class at 11:30, so I have Saturday morning to go to parade school (yes, parade school, but more about that Saturday). But what should I do tomorrow afternoon? I could probably do anything. I’ve been craving waffles, though, so I think that’s what I’ll be having for brunch.