We all have things that we're so enamored with that we just can't understand why more people don't love them as much as we do. Once again, I urge you to contribute...
Northern Exposure (thanks to Dru for reminding me of this) - well-written plots, fully developed characters, great music. I wanted to live in Cicily. I still do.
Spoon - truly excellent band
Ted Leo and the Pharmacists - another truly excellent band
Sushi / Fish - ok, this won't win me over with PETA, but sometimes eating a really fresh piece of sashimi feels like I'm ingesting life.
Instant Messenger - I single-handedly credit this service for keeping Dru and I in contact all these years
Bret Easton Ellis - American Psycho is actually my least favorite book of his. Read the short story "Letters from LA" in "The Informers"
Gilmore Girls (it works both here and in the "burning at the stake" one) - Lauren Graham, Lauren Graham, Lauren Graham. Sure, it could be super-girly, but it was witty and snarky and so funny, and sometimes made me weepy.
Old Navy Jeans - ok, maybe you like these, too. They're $25! Can you beat that? And they fit great. Actually, let's make it Old Navy in general. I know they probably get their clothes from warehouses in China who force 10 year old kids to work for 25 cents a week, but since when have you been able to buy a pea coat for under $100? Never, that's when. And I know I'll probably go to hell for shopping there, but at this point isn't it a race between that and all the other crap I've done? At least I'll look good while I'm burning up.
Los Angeles - it's been my home for almost 12 years and overall, it's been good to me. Sometimes when I drive down Sunset, I still can't believe I live here. I bristle whenever I hear a negative word about it. Who doesn't love the ocean and 70-something degree weather all year 'round? (Yes, Dru, we all know you're going to say San Francisco. No one argues with you that it's a great city. When shall we expect our AAA maps and brochures to arrive in the mail?)
Friday, January 18, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Things I Like That Will Probably Get Me Burned at the Stake
Justin Timberlake
Spice Girls
Similarly, Victoria Beckham
Gilmore Girls (some of you like this, but I'm always hesitant to bring it up around other people)
The Hills (ok, this one is a guilty pleasure)
Spice Girls
Similarly, Victoria Beckham
Gilmore Girls (some of you like this, but I'm always hesitant to bring it up around other people)
The Hills (ok, this one is a guilty pleasure)
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Thursday, January 03, 2008
The Wrap Up - Christmas Travel '07
Tyra Banks is stupid. Not offensively stupid, but just enough to bug. I'm watching her in the middle of the night as I type this. I've never seen her show, but she's interviewing Lauren Conrad and I have a Hills fetish that I'm not proud of (shut UP), so the clicker stopped here.
Anyway, I'm back in LA after a near two week respite in the Midwest, and let me just say this: holy fuckballs am I glad I live in LA. Lemme 'splain.
My Dad decided he wanted to celebrate in Cheyenne instead of AZ, which I'm ok with since it's home. No matter that I'd have to fly into Denver and deal with winter, it doesn't seem right not to have cold on Christmas day. So it was set and I flew in on Dec 20th to avoid the rush, which worked well. I decided, after last year's follies, to bring everything on the plane with me to avoid the chance of lost luggage. So, I pulled out my little black roller bag that's just small enough to get on a plane (I'm well versed in TSA regulations by now) and loaded up. I went out and bought three ounce bottles for everything. I limited my clothes, included the much-needed sweaters, put things in plastic bags, and let my family know that, while I appreciate their generosity, presents this year would have to be small.
So I loaded up and made it past security just fine, suitcase, carry-on with my laptop, and my huge puffy winter coat. Which, out of my four flights I took within my time away, was the only time I attempted that. Sure, it was nice to know I had everything with me and wasn't at the mercy of the degenerate baggage handlers and had to waste time waiting and waiting and waiting to get my luggage, but the roller bag was ill-equipped to, well, roll smoothly when so overpacked, PLUS the laptop, PLUS the puffy coat. Enough.
All-in-all, traveling went fairly well this year. No delays in LA getting to Denver, I made it in in time to avoid huge crowds AND the Rockies snow on the 21st. Left for Mom's in NE on the 26th and got to hang at the airport with Jered, friend to many in our corner of the blog-iverse, since he was staying at his folks' across the street and had a flight a few hours after mine. The people at the Lincoln airport weren't dicks, which was a refreshing change. Even DIA wasn't too horrible to deal with. Of course, three of my four flights were delayed, granted not more than 45 min each time, but enough to make me glad I avoided connections.
I'll do a Part II about the actual visits, but I'm back in 74 degree weather. Thank GOD!
Anyway, I'm back in LA after a near two week respite in the Midwest, and let me just say this: holy fuckballs am I glad I live in LA. Lemme 'splain.
My Dad decided he wanted to celebrate in Cheyenne instead of AZ, which I'm ok with since it's home. No matter that I'd have to fly into Denver and deal with winter, it doesn't seem right not to have cold on Christmas day. So it was set and I flew in on Dec 20th to avoid the rush, which worked well. I decided, after last year's follies, to bring everything on the plane with me to avoid the chance of lost luggage. So, I pulled out my little black roller bag that's just small enough to get on a plane (I'm well versed in TSA regulations by now) and loaded up. I went out and bought three ounce bottles for everything. I limited my clothes, included the much-needed sweaters, put things in plastic bags, and let my family know that, while I appreciate their generosity, presents this year would have to be small.
So I loaded up and made it past security just fine, suitcase, carry-on with my laptop, and my huge puffy winter coat. Which, out of my four flights I took within my time away, was the only time I attempted that. Sure, it was nice to know I had everything with me and wasn't at the mercy of the degenerate baggage handlers and had to waste time waiting and waiting and waiting to get my luggage, but the roller bag was ill-equipped to, well, roll smoothly when so overpacked, PLUS the laptop, PLUS the puffy coat. Enough.
All-in-all, traveling went fairly well this year. No delays in LA getting to Denver, I made it in in time to avoid huge crowds AND the Rockies snow on the 21st. Left for Mom's in NE on the 26th and got to hang at the airport with Jered, friend to many in our corner of the blog-iverse, since he was staying at his folks' across the street and had a flight a few hours after mine. The people at the Lincoln airport weren't dicks, which was a refreshing change. Even DIA wasn't too horrible to deal with. Of course, three of my four flights were delayed, granted not more than 45 min each time, but enough to make me glad I avoided connections.
I'll do a Part II about the actual visits, but I'm back in 74 degree weather. Thank GOD!
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