Thursday, February 19, 2009

Random thoughts...

I feel the need to update the blog just because I hate to see too many days pass between them. Not because anyone is waiting for the next installment but I hate to look lazy! It's too late for running sentences together in a coherent way so here goes

1. I'm on Facebook now. And while I am tempted to write 25 random things about myself like "Jimmy Hoffa isn't buried in my back yard." or "I think toothpaste is a bad choice for personal lubricants" I'll just abstain.

2. Seeing snow through the eyes of someone who had never experienced snow falling is interesting but I still hate it.
3. My mother had WAY too many clothes.

4. So do I.

5. Is it just me or is Joe Biden getting on President Obama's nerves?

6. Grief sneaks up on you at really odd times.

7. I have some REALLY good friends and supportive family members.

8. My nephew's is a hoot.

9. There's not a better way to spend a cold night alone at home than a pint of Ben and Jerry's a watching an hour or two of guilty pleasure TV off the Tivo.

10. I think if you're dead, the Oscar should really go to someone else. I'm just saying...

11. And while I am on the Oscar subject, Marisa Tomei may not be Lawrence Olivier, or even Joan Plowright or Vivien Leigh, but the character she created in My Cousin Vinny is memorable and well done. Isn't that Oscar worthy?

Do a Mary Poppins/Mona Lisa Vito comparison for depth and nuance and see if they compare.

12. They're getting rid of Pontiac? How about still building them like Pontiacs not just as Chevys with a different badge on them. Then people might buy them!

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

My playlist

Here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc.)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie about the songs (they can be funny if you just leave them)

What's my mood right now? Sit Down James

Hows tomorrow going to be for me? I Can’t Take It Cheap Trick

What kind of person am I? O Que me importa ( 'I care' in Portuguese) Marisa Montes

Am I loved? Night Life Stacy Sullivan

How can I achieve my highest potential? My Life Billy Joel

What should I do with my life? If I Were A Bell Josie de Guzman

Is everything going to be alright in the end? Just to be next to you Dave Koz

What is my best quality? The Sky is Broken

How does my social life look? The Christmas Blues Dean Martin

Whats the meaning of life? I Remember California REM

What do people think of me? A Strange Education The Cinematics

How crazy am I? Love’s Great Ocean kd lang

Where will I be a year from now? Ain’t that a shame Cheap Trick

What is my fondest wish? The Maker Makes Rufus Wainwright

How did my best friend and I meet? The Breath of Life Erasure

What will I dream about tonight? Mohammed The Dandy Warhols

What should I be working on right now? When I First Saw You DreamGirls

Whats my mom up to currently? Take Back Your Mink Guys and Dolls

What did I do last weekend? Love Vigilantes New Order

Describe me. Sick Child Siouxsie and the Banshees

What does my ipod say about me? Thank You Dido

OK, ProjectChristopher's was funnier.....

Sunday, February 1, 2009

When I die...

I want to come back as a dog.

Baldwin had a rough morning today. After being rudely awakened at 7:15 and put on the elevator downstairs, he was set off on a walk to the Village. He was stopped by three different fans who had to pet him. They totally interrupted his sniffing but he put up with it with patience. As is his usual habit,he got to poop right in front of his favorite breakfast place, thrilling the patrons as always.

After finally reaching Starbucks, being tied up outside where strangers fed him pieces of $3 scones, he was cooed over while he waited for me to get my triple vente mocha. Then, the poor thing, had to walk past Some Crust bakery where he had a special delivery of a Some Crust dog biscuit from the owner of the Chocolate Lab that had barked at him on his way to Starbucks. The owner, somehow, knew his name (not mine) and that he'd be coming back that way again. After his tiring 2 block walk home, he fell exhausted into a deep sleep.

Life's rough, ain't it?