I woke up in a closet.

Ever think about what it’s like when you’re watching (or reading about) footage of people getting blown up by evil dudes with machine guns, then they show a dog running through the street that gets stuck in the cross-fire, and you suddenly feel immense sympathy for the dog?  It’s because animals are cute, you can’t really blame them for fucking anything up, and they need our love and attention

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I’d imagine that Sarah Palin’s interview with Katie Couric last night is how a lengthy surprise-interview with a not so well-rehearsed Miss Teen USA would go.

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Sometimes I feel uber-conservative about my food preferences let alone my experimentation with it.  Certainly I grew up a meat and potatoes kind of girl (in the backwoods of Western New York), but we rarely had such American commodities as bacon or cheeseburgers.

A while back, a friend and I were debating the flavor-merits of bacon.  She claimed bacon could make anything taste better.  She also claimed that if there was a way to make a pouch out of bacon to fill with peas, then she would eat peas.  Maybe that’s counter-intuitive for why would eat peas in the first place, but maybe the girl’s got a point!

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Yesterday I saw Maggie Gyllenhaal AND Matt Maala (note, man in photo is not Matt Maala)!

I always feel really nervous when I see celebrities in New York, let alone in Brooklyn.  My initial thought is “OMG OMG that’s ______ ________!”  then my eyes get big, then I think “what would I even begin to say to her if I opened my mouth?”  I’ve told myself before that if I ever met Michael Showalter, I would tell him about my friend’s band Dickfish based on the old Stella skits, but even then, I think he might consider me an obnoxious opportunist that just wanted to tell her friends she talked to Michael Showalter.  Partially true, but I think he deserves to know his legacy.

Scott Tomford, Matt Maala and I were all standing in front of the dry cleaner’s next to Bittersweet on Dekalb.  Scott and Matt were deep in conversation about braces or gym class when I noticed a tall dark haired woman that emanated “I’ve been in movies before” walking towards us with a stroller.  I looked at her face, she looked me in the eye, and I stood there like a creep holding my coffee mug and looking at her with this creepy, embarrassed smile.  I wouldn’t say that her expression said “Please don’t say anything” but it affirmed, “yes.  I know you know who I am.”

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This has really been bothering me a lot lately.  I think about it every time I see a poster with his face on it, every time I hear the name George Michael, and every time I see orange tic-tacs.

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Apparently there’s a crisis in stock market, David Foster Wallace killed himself over the weekend, and Sarah Palin is still showing up on every website I read.  It’s Monday, I’m probably enjoying the lull before the storm of obnoxious people at the library, and I don’t understand any of it.

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If I really worked for a blog, I’d have the pleasure of being the first to blog news.  But, my wordpress blog doesn’t pay me, I have less time to pay attention to things happening because of school, and I don’t have cable.  Fancy that.  Moving on, there were a few things I wanted to talk about that happened in the last day or two/over the weekend.

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venus in transit

My nephew got to come home for one night before he was taken back to the hospital for jaundice.  He’s been there since Thursday night I think.  Hopefully he comes home tonight.

I haven’t had too much time to focus on current events since my mom has been visiting, school has started, and the baby was born, but I’ve had a little more time to spend alone to focus on writing.

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For now I’ll just say that I have a new nephew.  His name is Felix and he was born this afternoon.  My sister and her husband are welcoming their new eating and shitting machine at Beth Israel right now.