— Hope, after she finishes her Fancy Feast, drags the famous banana-toy over and places it in the bowl. I have no idea why she does it and it makes me laugh, although it is making the banana very grimy. It’s like the feline equivalent of putting your napkin in your plate when you’re done eating.<\/p>\n
— Allison introduced me to a show on Animal Planet called “Jockeys” which I am now addicted to. Because I don’t have television, this presents a problem. But great show. An ongoing series, following 5 or 6 jockeys. A whole world I knew nothing about.<\/p>\n
— I had my first mammogram this week, and found myself near tears as I approached the radiology place. I felt very alone and nervous, and my boobs were about to be squashed into a machine, and maybe it would hurt, and what if the results were bad, and I had no idea what to expect. The X-ray technician (I will never forget you, lady) knew it was my first time and walked me through it, and she couldn’t have been nicer. The entire time she was smushing my boobs this-a way and that-a way, she was talking on about how much she loved Diana (as in Princess Diana) and how she was the “people’s princess” and what a shame what had happened, and also Diana looked Irish, didn’t I think so? She had red cheeks, and fair skin, and she seemed like a very nice person, and it was all just so sad what had happened. I am not saying that X-ray technician babbled on like this on purpose, to keep me focused and relaxed, but I am not discounting the possibility. I was very thankful. She also said to me, before we went in the room, “Is there any possibility – any at all – that you are pregnant.” I fired back, “Not even the tiniest chance.” “Good.” I was out of there in an hour, boobs a bit sore, but no worse for wear. Thank you, kindly, X-ray technician lady.<\/p>\n
— I went to a party this week at Babeland (Google it at your own risk), and at one point I was walking around the store, with my arms full of potential purchases. As you can imagine, if you already know what Babeland is, I looked ridiculous, but no more ridiculous than everyone else at the party. A photographer came up to me (obviously an event photographer – boy had major hardware around his neck) and said, “Can I take your picture?” I said, “Where is the picture going to go?” He said, rather snotty, “Honey, it’s gonna go everywhere.” Don’t call me ‘honey’. I may have wild red hair and be wearing big black boots and lugging around an armful of lascivious paraphernalia, but I am actually a Victorian-era Gibson Girl at heart and you have to earn the right to call me “honey”, mkay? Preferably after we are engaged. I said, “Then absolutely No, you cannot take my picture.” He said, “Everyone else is fine with having their picture taken.” I decided to try to take the edge off of our exchange, and joked with him, “Yes, but they aren’t as FAMOUS as I am. I am EXTREMELY famous and I cannot risk being seen holding all of this stuff. It would put me in a very compromising position.” He was blank. He didn’t get it. I said, kidding with him, “Don’t you know who I am??” He backed away from me in fear and also loathing … because some people loathe that which they cannot understand … and stayed far away from me for the rest of the night. Oh well, you can’t win ’em all. Some people think I am very funny.<\/p>\n
— I am working on all kinds of projects and I can feel myself getting scattered. I took a 3-hour nap today and that is so not like me.<\/p>\n
— My sister Jean’s pregnant belly is so big that apparently, her husband Pat walks into the room, and constantly sees Jean standing in front of the mirror, staring at herself. Much hilarity ensues. I can’t wait to see her!<\/p>\n
— I went over to Allison’s last night, and I had all this SHIT to tell her, and she said, “Okay, shoot. I am perfectly prepared to not talk for the next two hours, except to ask questions.” I love her.<\/p>\n
— Ghost Town<\/i> is a fantastic movie. A good old-fashioned comedy for ADULTS – like they used to make in the 30s and 40s (it is reminiscent of Cary Grant in Topper<\/i> – an analogy I obviously am not the first one to make) – with three charming smart leads … it’s just a delight. I kept waiting for it go off the rails, and become schmaltzy or didactic, and miracle of miracles, it never did. Highly recommended.<\/p>\n
— And speaking of Ricki Gervais, he is going to be appearing on Sesame Street<\/i>, and I’m sure many of you have already seen this, but below the jump is outtakes from the show – an interview Elmo did with Gervais. It is absolutely hysterical. I love the bit about the pajamas.<\/p>\n
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