Alright, because you guys have asked, I’ll do this again and make it a little harder:
a) When I was six I wanted to be a psychiatrist
b) Sometimes I say mirror when I mean window and vice versa
c) I collect puppets
d) I hate horror movies
e) I love the smell of laundry
Awhile ago my friend Rhett Reese who created the brilliant reality show parody The Joe Schmo Show taught me the “3 truths and a lie” game where you tell someone four things about yourself and they have to guess which one is made up. I was terrible at this game as I’m both gullible and a bad liar. But that shan’t stop us from playing it now, blog readers! Perhaps this will even be a recurring blog thingie! You love thingies!
Okay, here are five things you don’t know about me. You find the one that isn’t true:
a) I can believe it’s not butter, but I don’t care
b) I’m clumsy
c) I had pet ducks growing up
d) I always preferred Judy Blume to Beverly Cleary
e) I’m a civil war hero
If you get bored just scroll ahead to the post-game wrap up part! Also, I’m noticing I lapse into this strange way of speaking when I do these segments (these and the body language ones). It’s my smarmy and somewhat clipped faux official news voice. The first thing to go, apparently, are the contractions.
I’m wearing the same makeup in this segment (toned down a little and cleaned up) that I was on Red Eye last night because I was too tired to take it off only to be putting it all back on in the span of a few hours. But whenever I do this I end up sleeping like a little mummy because I’m trying not to move so the extra sleep I think I’m going to get by leaving the makeup on is canceled out by the fact that I don’t sleep well in it. My hair was delightfully styled here by the woman who regularly does Regis and Kelly’s hair but was filling in at NBC because Regis and Kelly is on hiatus. I was far too excited by my hair’s brush with greatness! (oh no I did not!!!!!!)(that was an unintended pun! even when I’m on/off I’m on/off!)
So I have this free SAT Question of the Day 2008 desk calendar because someone at work didn’t want it and I like to keep my mind agile and nimble like a high school sophomore. Or maybe junior? All I remember from the test is that the guy in front of me had dreadlocks and they smelled. Anyway, so I have this calendar which should go on the list of things where I think “ooh, that’ll be fun!” and they really aren’t* except this one has been not that unfun so far. The irony though? I can answer the questions but I can’t figure out how to get the calendar to stand upright on my desk like it’s supposed to.
*the ultimate “ooh that’ll be fun” idea that wasn’t at all fun and the realization of its lack of fun was all but immediate? my sister and I were standing on a subway platform waiting forever and I said “hey, I have a fun idea! let’s look through our cell phone phone books and remember how we met each person!”
Oh and I’ll be doing another movie segment on Red Eye tonight!
So here is what I’m wondering: those people who live every minute of their lives online, who blog about everything and who post photos constantly, do they somehow do it seamlessly or is their effort very apparent when you’re hanging out with them? Are they constantly stopping to take a picture for their blog? I feel like I would post more pictures if I had a camera in my phone or a phone in my iPod (yes I am aware they now have these contraptions).
My flight was delayed and I got in super late last night. This is how I feel (below). Also, there was a guy few seats behind me who had a dog in a carrier and I kept looking back and sneaking glances. Then I hovered near him and did the same thing at baggage claim. He probably thought I was a creepy dognapper. Dogs… naps… Um, anyway I think I need to get one of my own.
So, what’s everyone doing? I’m still undecided which isn’t all that unusual for me, although this year I think there’s a strong possibility I won’t do anything, which would be the first time I haven’t done anything in as long as I can remember. I’m tempted to indulge the homebodyness for one more night and then make 2008 the year of being less solo. Not that hanging out with Tobey and my parents is truly solo. It’s just kind of sad. And here’s the part where I’m supposed to say that really it doesn’t seem sad to me, except that’s not entirely true. I mean, I don’t think my choice or lack thereof of plans is sad, I just mean I feel a little sad. But I think New Year’s is a time for feeling vaguely mournful, right? I guess I’m just sort of tired and frustrated by a lot of things, and yet not wanting to have to do what is required to change them. I’m speaking in a very abstract sense, by the way. Not like I have a list of things. Maybe I do actually? Well I’m talking more about a general feeling of being in a rut more than specific elements of it.
Greeting blog readers. I turn to you because I’m in a pickle. Actually, I’m not personally but my parents are and since I’m still here I’m privy to the pickle: Tobey is eating his tobeys, if you know what I’m saying. What does it mean? I kind of think it’s something that’s aesthetically disgusting to humans but not to dogs, and so perhaps a bit of acceptance and vigilance is required, instead of training the dog not to do it since I think yelling NO at him when he’s just gone to the bathroom might send him confusing messages. Or maybe I’m thinking he’s more like a small child than a dog and so I’m off base? What would the dog whisperer do?
In other news, I went to an OC Weekly reunion last night.
