jaysaint Getting it all down on paper…

Thanks, Willowkitty!

MEME tag:
1. Thank the person that tagged you
2. List 5 random/strange/weird things about you
3. Tag 5 others

1 – When I have multiple items on my plate I take three bites of whatever is closet to 1 o’clock, then three bites of what’s to the right of that, and so on and so on.
2 – I get one hiccup each time I take one sip of a heavily-carbonated drink.
3 – My fingers are all double jointed.
4 – I believed in Aslan longer and more sincerely than I did Santa.
5 – Nothing can calm me down like spaghetti. At least nothing that isn’t pharmaceutical.

I don’t tag specific people, because it will bug me if they don’t play along. But if you’re willing then consider yourself tagged!

I was talking to a friend of mine yesterday, and she told me this story about a young woman (who was just dumped by a boyfriend of three years) I know:

She’s got this new boyfriend who she’s been dating for two months, and they’re very much in love. He’s French and in NY working. He’s married, with a three year old. He lives with his wife and kid, but his wife “doesn’t talk to him anymore.” And he “loves [name redacted] more than anything in the world.”

On one hand, the friend who was telling me this clearly was uncomfortable with it. On the other hand, she remained hopeful that it would be okay. The boyfriend is telling this girl that the wife will probably move back to France without him. And maybe they are really over in everything but the legal details.

And, high horse about the morality of the choice aside, I kept saying, “This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. She’s one in a string of mistresses and she’ll eventually be rotated out. He’s a cheater and a loser and I’m prepared to bet lots and lots of money she winds up miserable.” I base this on the idea that this young woman is not viewing this as a fling, but as a relationship. And I can’t believe that she’s kidding herself so deeply that she’s calling this guy her boyfriend.

I’m not coming at this from a holier-than-thou place. I feel sorry for her, and while I haven’t made that particular bad choice in my life I’ve made other ones. So I’ll put my first stone down. But I can’t stop rolling my eyes.

I love to do a random journal search. I just learned about a whole world I had no idea existed. A few years ago I made the same kind of discovery when I stumbled across some slash. Which, to this day, I’m simultaneously repelled and entertained by.

Anyway, who knew that there is a whole community (or, I guess, communities) out there of people who pretend to be famous people? It’s online role playing where you join up and pick a person you want to pretend to be — Ashlee Simpson, Paris Hilton and the OC cast seem to be very popular. And then you just keep a journal as this person. You can see it in action at http://www.aftercelebrity.com.

I got wise to this by finding a journal by a kid who plays one of the OC kids. And his latest entry was a FULL-ON rant about people stealing other people’s characters and icons (icons are a very big deal). And how the lying backstabbers are driving all the really brilliant writers out. And how he’s one of the last great writers left and now he’s leaving too. He made a passionate case, using lots of CAPS and screen captures of IM dialogues and dated photos of celebrities to prove icon theft.

The best part is how he slipped back and forth from speaking as himself to speaking as his character.

My party outfit is laid out on the bed. I’m all washed and powdered and perfumed. And now I just need my husband to NOT be stuck in Detroit.

His connection flight from Michigan to Newark was cancelled. It looks like everything will be fine and that he’ll still be home around 7:30, which is plenty of time.

This is good news and bad news. I had worked up this plan in my head where I was going to run down to the market and buy something decadent for dinner and some champagne so that I could throw a little party whenever he got back. But now he will probably be on time, which means we can get dolled up and go to Jen and Jorge’s party. Which I’m also sure will be delightful. And regardless I need to get to the market and buy a dessert to bring. My skirt for tonight is so insanely tight that I won’t be partaking of pastries, but I still need to have them.

What kind of shoes should I wear? How is it that no matter how many pairs of shoes I have, it’s not enough?

I wish all and sundry a safe and rewarding evening.

So, I can now resume my normal life again. I tuned into ‘Lost’ about a year after all the hype hit. So I Netflixed the first season, and then caught up with season two via bit torrent.

Let me not appear too casual here. Once I started watching season one I was completely, totally, overwhelmingly interested. I like to talk about the characters like they’re my friends. I like to call my girlfriends and talk about who on the island we most want to kiss.

So season two, episode seven was a slow download. I had eight and nine in the bag, but had to wait. And finally last night, just as I was going to bed at around 2am, episode seven was complete. So I stayed up and watched all three.

Now I’m sleepy, but it was totally worth it. And when Damon comes back we’ll watch them all again.

Hooray!

So much that’s on tv is stupid and worthless, but when it’s good it’s so so good.