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Hello. Just wanted you to know that I wrote a whole blog post on the plane about things like lack of airplane wi fi and why I’m wearing two band-aids and also details about the Odd Jobs weekend and then it was accidentally erased and now it’s lost forever. Notice how I’m not taking responsibility for loss of said blog post? That’s because I blame everyone else. I blame you. How could you let it just fall through the cracks? That seems very un-like you and I question your motives and also your story. Seems too convenient. I don’t mean to be cynical or suspicious or skeptical or squinty eyed or distrustful or disdainful or other words however I just have come to the tough realization that I can no longer dig what you plant and thus will no longer be picking up what you’re laying down. I’m sorry. You best collect your things.

Also did you hear the new news intro song on the podcast? It’s delightful.

Also I had a long talk with Bald Bryan’s non-bald mom about curtains and Craigslist and now I’m all about furnishing my home with Craigslist finds instead of finds that involve walking into a store and not having to deal with strangers. Wait, I may have just talked myself out of Craigslist. But lest you think all I talk about these days is curtains I also talk about furniture and tables. And I think I’m going to start talking about mattress toppers.

I have a lot to say about the weekend and how nice everyone was and how cute the kids were and how I made a salad but that will just have to wait.

Special Guest Post: Alison Rosen Tells a Tale of Public Speaking

Howard Shum did this cool drawing of Bald Bryan and me. I think it’s awesome. I also think I need to blog more so I’m going to try to post something every day. You’re welcome!

Some time ago my boyfriend asked if I wanted to do something which I didn’t want to do so I took a picture of myself grimacing and sent it to him and told him it was my reaction. Periodically he sends me back this photo which is like sending heroin to a junkie since I’m addicted to my own face. Recently though he incorporated a photo of my parents dog, Tobey, and called the whole thing “Tobey’s Daydream” which I think is adorable however I might rename it “El Sueño de Tobey” just to be pretentious. But I wanted to share it with you since I am endlessly amused by it.

Perhaps you need your car washed or your lawn mowed or  your kid babysat or your dinner cooked or your dog walked? While Ace* is in New York, Bryan and I will be doing odd jobs. Bid on us on eBay! Do it!

*I pretty much never call him that.

In other, unrelated  news, it’s raining and water is coming in thru my front door. Perhaps I will drink it as I never turn down freshly strained door juice.

My boyfriend is a film nerd and as such he is always asking me if I’ve seen certain movies and then shaking his head and wondering why he asks when I inevitably tell him I haven’t. It’s not that I don’t like movies, it’s just that I don’t see very many of them and there are huge gaps in my viewing history. Look, you don’t get to be the kind of person who’s seen everyone episode of Facts of Life without sacrificing something and for me that was 1) seeing movies 2) a social life.

Actually it’s more like this: I have trouble voluntarily offering up two hours of my attention. I might need those two hours to think about something gnawing away at me or check twitter. It might be a control thing. I like to be able to control the flow of stimulation into my brain. And so then you’re probably thinking, fine, just watch movies at home, and sometimes I do but it’s just not the same.

All of that is beside the point though. The point is that every time we uncover another movie I haven’t seen we add it to the list of movies we will watch during our Movie Marathon. At this point the list is so long that if I plan to have children I better start watching five years ago.

And so occasionally I feel guilty if I watch a movie I’ve already seen or a movie which I know, going in, is a piece of crap. Not guilty because I demand better art for my eyeballs–they know the difference between quality and pablum, they just don’t seem to give enough of a fuck–but because it’s sort of akin to having 600 pounds of caviar in your freezer and deciding to eat plain ketchup instead. Or sardines. Or maybe some leftover wings. Or broken Triscuits. Or a Nerds Rope. I’ve spent too long on this analogy. Anyone?

For this reason we must never tell him that last night I watched this:

Here is a little video:

Go here to read more and listen to the episode!

Michael Narren, Adam Carolla’s longtime animator, sent me this. I’m in the first panel!