This is very me looking at you looking at me looking at you, which seems to be a theme on this blog lately as I encounter more and more people willing to publicly adore me. Come into the light, lovers of me! Make no mistake people, I adore being adored. Anyway, St. Louis not only loves me, but filmed themselves doing so.
That sounds wrong. But also right.
it’s so fancy! Thanks to whoever updated it! [UPDATE: THANKS TO KEVIN CARLYLE!] And since wiki pages are living breathing ever evolving things, like, um, uh, errrr,
the internet itself?
one’s hair and fingernails?
sea sponges? but like if sea sponges were ever evolving which I don’t think they are?
palimpsests?
graffiti on a wall?
spaghetti on a plate?
What was I saying? Oh yeah, just that who knows if the page will stay like this but for now it’s neato!
but I just shed a few tears… because I felt overwhelmed! And misunderstood! And get this, not because I’m overwhelmed with work, because I am, but overwhelmed with having to wrap presents.
I mean really.
And speaking of female matters, as someone who possesses ovaries and a television set I felt it my duty to attempt to watch Grey’s Anatomy last night. I say attempt because I had trouble caring. I mean, the scene where they had to apply constant pressure (i.e. hug) the Asperger’s doctor? Give me a break. And then the scene where … OH SPOILER ALERT… I should have said that earlier. Sorry. Anyway the scene where Yang hugs the war doctor even though he’s saying no and freaking out? You really can’t hug the unwilling. I mean, sometimes you can, but more often you can’t. Ducklings though, you can soothe by making a little nest with your hands and holding them tight and they’ll relax and fall asleep. Full grown human beings are harder to fit in your hands, I find.
Also, I have many thoughts about The Real World. Perhaps I will share them. But not now.
Today, Feb 6, would have been Woofie’s birthday. If he were alive today he’d be, let me see, about 24 years old which in dog years is 70 million. Woofie enjoyed such activities as riding in cars, walking around with paper stuck to his nose and licking. He is missed.
After Woofie died my parents waited about five years, which in daughter years is 70 million, to get a new dog. Finally they settled on the guy below though. I like to imagine what Woofie and Tobey would have been like together.
So I was told to go straight to the 17th minute of today’s The 404 podcast to hear about myself, which of course I’m into, however there’s a fair helping of Alison chatter right at the beginning of the podcast! I think I’m in love with these guys.
Go here to listen to today’s show which is super entertaining even without my name interspersed throughout.
http://www.cnet.com/8301-13952_1-10157704-81.html?tag=mncol;title#comments
give or take about ten minutes. I’ll be doing this radio appearance in my living room on the phone. I’ll be wearing a skimpy MTA uniform, like a sexy MTA worker getup, because that’s how I like to recline. Don’t judge me.
Anyway, you can listen here APPARENTLY although like I said before, I tried and got nowhere. It was frustrating so I began crying so hard my whole floor filled with magical tears that nearly washed my various skimpy radio outfits into the street, where I would have been fined for not properly recycling them.
It is strange that after seven years of living on the East Coast I still want to run home to Orange County, CA when I feel sad or disappointed. Strange and inconvenient.
Not that I’m feeling any of these things because my life is so totally gangbusters I hardly have a minute to sit back and rest on my laurels. For that reason I’ve decided to have my entire apartment outfitted in laurels. I was going to have the place redone in trophies but after flopping down on “Best Sportsmanship–Tennis Open 1983” and realizing too late just how sharp those little rackets are, I called up the interior decorator and told her I wanted to stick with the theme of accolades but maybe we needed to find something, well, squishier. It was a shame because I had to send back the couch which was made entirely of small marble Press Club obelisks. I didn’t see any other option.
My relationship with the interior decorator has been a source of some frustration and I do have to say that she was pushing ribbons hard. Ribbons and pennants. I had to slap her around a little because the thing is, when I filled out my comment card upon walking into her store, I circled “no horse or baseball awards.” Sometimes I worry she doesn’t take her job as seriously as I need her to.
Finding a good interior decorator who will outfit your apartment exactly to your liking using only materials meant to celebrate you is more difficult that you’d realize and if you aren’t careful you’ll come home to a roomful of streamers. I could hire monkeys to hang streamers. I know this because once I hired monkeys to hang streamers.
And you know what else? I thank you not to hit a going out of business party store to pick up the materials with which to decorate my apartment because if I come home and it looks like Uncle Sam puked all over my lanai, I’m going to know you looted the July 4 bargain bin.
Yes, I have a lanai. It’s where the parrots live. I think we’ve been through this.
Have we not been through this? I have a small aviary which I inherited from Fred Audubon, no relation. Fred and I interned together on the U.S.S. U.S.S. It was a ship with a not very creative name which was ironic because there was a lot of creativity aboard that vessel. Between my glitter glue and Fred’s pinking shears, well, let’s just say no piece of construction paper was safe around the two of us!
Anyway, I fear I’ve said too much and I’m expecting a shipment of laurel throw pillows any minute now.
Oh St. Louis, stop with this embarrassing profession of love!
Just kidding. Not embarrassing. Delightfully delightful. Might I compliment your discerning tastes? I think I just did.
with Natali Del Conte who was wearing fantastic gray shoes which matched her sweater but you can’t see them in this photo
with Justin Yu who’s from Orange County, Jeff Bakalar who has a girlfriend, and Wilson Tang whose first name is Wilson
