updates

That rich people mansion demolition story is in December of 2010. I got upset just re-posting it!

Also did you people know you can search all my entries? There’s a little box over there. I don’t know how well it works. If you search “snoopy” you will get every entry probably LOL.

I did re-post the CBTD fanfic entry. It’s super short but pithy. Maybe you can find it using the search function, I can’t remember what month that is. I think it was in 2004 or 2005. Remember how mad all those dumb people got at my review of that movie? That person who was like “you’re mean! I bet the people who made that movie worked really hard on it!” That is such an awesome reason to be mad at a mean review. Imagine Scorcese saying it. “Hey! I worked really hard on Gangs of New York!!!” Also Sean Levy is like a trillionaire so I don’t think we should exactly feel bad for him, even though he is obviously missing whatever part of the brain regulates good taste.

I have a headache. It has been one of those weekends, where I had cool stuff to do the whole time. I went out to Alex’s birthday bash up at Judah’s Grey Gardens mansion in the hills and I drank so much gin but was only mildly drunk, ’twas grand. Accidentally ate a “shrimp puff” I thought was a Lay’s potato chip. Verdict: horrible. Then the next night Steve finally came home!!!!!!!! He’s only here for 3 days (verdict: horrible) but one must make the most of what one has, lemons and lemonade and all that. We went to two dinners and I had the best vodka gimlet I’ve ever put in my mouth. Steve is what you would call a real fine gent. I love that man so much, it is silly to look into my heart and see what is there, so much love it is silly. Also Mike was there, who I love so much too, what amazing friends have I. So much love in this old withered heart! Oh and before that we played softball all day, and there were even more people I love. And I pitched and did okay and nobody hit the ball right into my face which is my main sports nightmare although I have many others. Then we went to J&J’s house for amazing dinner and talks with their toddler, a fine gent who says many hilarious things and who knows my name. This may be the first toddler in my life who knows my name, not counting toddlers I have worked for (nannying capacity). Jessica’s cooking is truly monumental. She made this rhubarb thing I can’t even describe. Then the two dinners with Steve, so I guess total that’s 3 dinners although one of them I skipped. Just realized that yesterday the old man had two lunches and three dinners, all in a row. And yet he is very skinny. What is going on here? Then I slept the sleep of the dead and now have a headache and am confused and it is pouring rain. Welcome home Steve!!! Tonight gonna go see weird-ass music and get more of the hugs that are owed to me.

I’m thinking of doing a new experiment where I only drink on weekends. Or maybe even where I kick it (drinking) for like a full month just to see how it feels. I predict it will feel awesome, because that is obviously how you feel when you stop poisoning your body. However, drinking is itself awesome, hence the dilemma. I don’t drink very much because I am a lightweight wiener but I think I might see how it feels to give it up completely just for awhile. Just for awhile!!! Not until Steve goes back out of town, though.

Speaking of wieners, did I tell you this amazing snoopy story? The old man was walking the snoopy the other day and they went past a homeless lady with a big cart, sitting at a bus stop, and when she saw the dog she got excited and yelled, “CAN HE HAVE WIENERS?”

!!!!! That is a really awesome thing to yell at a dog.

I need a new book to read. I wish I could read Infinite Jest and House of Leaves again as though I had never read them. Alas ’tis not possible, at least not until dementia sets in, at which point I imagine nobody’s reading Infinite Jest anymore.

I’m reading Giants of the Earth but I don’t like it.

I’m waiting for the new M.R. James collected stories to come into the library. Why is it taking so long???

Also waiting for the Wolf Hall sequel, which obviously is going to take like a year. I should just buy it.

Things:
– I’m going to go back to pulling a tarot card at the beginning of each day. Today’s card: the seven of cups. Not all that glisters is gold*. Don’t let your fantasies have control over you–some of the stuff you’re wishing for could be great, but some of it could be full of dogshit. Some of the gleaming golden cups are filled with gems and the smiling faces of loved ones; others have poisonous snakes and what looks like a dragon in them. I take this card in a personal way because I do have a tendency to project into the future at the expense of really living in the present. Oh one day I’ll have a house with a piano in it. Oh one day I’ll be a “real” professor. Oh one day I’ll be fluent in French somehow. Instead of recognizing that life is happening now, all around, in the present, I’m living it. Stupid to project into the future too much. This is good. Today I will live in the moment, even if it is All Day Sweatpants which as you know I loathe.

– very excited to catch up on Mad Men. Shit, I just projected into the future

– this coffee is simply a delight to all the senses

*glisters. Is this saying the only context where you ever hear that word? I suspect it is a mis-hearing of “glistens” that has just been passed down in this weird adage. I’m not going to look it up.