it’s free holiday monday and that may account for my giddy feeling. or coffee on an empty stomach. zip.zip.hurrah.
because it’s been such a glorious & beautiful holiday weekend, i’ve spent most of my time holed up indoors watching the telly. well, telly on dvd. sat. was a buffy/angel marathon w/ Tash & Erino at the new Palace Smith (pron. palache smith).
spent yesterday reading, being hot, more reading, eating salad on the porch with s’rain. then we rented lost and watched some good ol’ episodes. there is a lot of backstory to explain, dammit. also, on both days, i suffered from what i can only think to call television secondary embarrassment. like i was somehow responsible for the cringe-worthy moments, the implausible plotlines, the incredibad outfits (oh buffster) that i was now subjecting my sister-friends to. i do realize it’s not my fault that lostaway kate & old-boyfriend tom (flashback-time) listen to a terrible radio play of their 9-year-old selves wherein they profess their love for each other & dreams of their future. however, very difficult not to cringe to the max on that one. shake it off.
in hair-do news, i’ve attempted the middle part for the first time in years and, i think, it’s going well. contemplating returning to a more natural hair colour (artificially, of course). an overall return to my hairstyle circa grade 11. ’95 was a good year for me.
have started reading dropped threads vol. 3, my current book club book. the foreword, intro (ann-marie macdonald) and first essay (margaret atwood) were friggin stellar. atwood’s was funny as all hell, referenced anne of green gables, and was so lacking in pretension. then i hit some essay about communing with animals. when will it end? just not for me. (for example, on the subway with tash: i’m annoyed by the dogs; tash hearts them.) i think the book will be a lot of yes-indeed and god-no-thank-you. i wonder which category chantal crabbyappleface’s essay will fall into.
i am also finally going to get prints of the new orleans trip. will get doubles for JB. make wee photo albums. i hate having all my photos locked up in the ‘puter where i never get to see them. or show & tell ’em.
by (the best ever) david shrigley: