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I’m reading an epically long, thick novel entitled Shantaram at the moment. I’m on page 629…out of 936. As I might have already mentioned, it’s not short. Like at all. And it’s sometimes very difficult to read because all the characters have unfamiliar foreign names that seem to consist entirely of Ks and Hs. I’ll [...] A few weeks ago, a dear friend of mine handed me a copy of a book and said something like, “This made me think of you and your book.” Having now read the memoir, what I think he meant to say was, “This is what you might sound like if you were Mennonite, could construct coherent [...] Last night I was lucky enough to score a ticket to the opening night performance of Driving Miss Daisy (Thanks Keri, I totally owe you sexual favors). I don’t know that I have a whole lot to say about the show other than I LOVE JAMES EARL JONES. I would watch him read articles from a [...] So I saw this show last night called The Language Archive at one of the Roundabout Theatres. It’s billed as a comedy, but for some reason I didn’t find it funny at all. That bothered me. In fact, I think it’s still bothering me. Or maybe it’s just that freakish Craftastrophe I found this morning. The play [...] I like to think of myself as adventurous, even though I know I’m delusional. I usually say, “I’ll try anything once!” Well, it turns out I’m a big liar. I won’t try Cotton Candy Foie Gras. Mmmhmm. You heard me. Call me boring. Call me simple. Call me picky. I don’t care. I won’t eat it. You can’t [...] Operation Keep Elly Distracted seems to be in full effect. I can’t count the number of amusing emails people have sent over the past couple of days with the subject of “made me think of you.” It’s some weird shit. My reply? I think that if that made you think of me then clearly you think I’m [...] Sometimes being a whore really pays off. Oh and speaking of whoring, excuse me while I pimp myself out further and encourage you to visit my post over at Craftastrophe. I seem to have a gift for finding creepy dolls. Back to the whore at hand…oh wait…that’s still me. I’d been going through a bit of a dry [...] I’m a wee bit distracted today because I can’t stop singing “Rock Me Sexy Jesus.” (Really, go watch the trailer for Hamlet 2. It’ll make your Monday.) It’s just going to be that kind of day. I can tell already. Did your grade school have a morning show? Mine did. Every morning, they’d turn on the TV [...] I’ve never really been a big Patti Smith fan. Not that I was in any way anti-Patti, I just hadn’t really given her much thought. I couldn’t name a single one of her songs off the top of my head, unless you count Because the Night, but that’s just because I live in New [...] Have I mentioned lately that I never EVER pass up free tickets? Just in case you haven’t heard, I’ll state the fact again; I’m a complete and total [ticket] whore. As with all whore-related professions, it’s incredibly important to advertise your availability and proclivities. A gal needs to announce her whoredom as frequently as possible via every [...] |
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