Friday, June 30, 2006

The Earth Moved


I had a spiritual experience last night, and I hardly know how to talk about it. Every time I think of it I get frissons.

Saw the Blue Velvet anniversay screening and heard Mr. Lynch speak. At my favorite theatre no less, the quaint Crest in Westwood. The kind with a curtain that closes before the movie, and has a twinkly light show on the walls during previews.

Now, this is a really big deal. In the entire six years I've lived in LA, I've never seen that David Lynch was speaking anywhere. He's quite the eccentric recluse.

I went with my friend Carrie, and I was excited, but it wasn't until I sat down in the comfy red velvet seats that I realized how special this evening was to be to me.

I would have to say that Twin Peaks/Blue Velvet (for me they are the same, a la Elseworlds) is the single biggest artistic influence on me. Beyond giving me pure pleasure and enrapturing my imagination, they made me feel "gotten" in that rare way we only experience a few times in our lifetime, usually during an intense conversation at 3 am in a dorm room. It should have occurred to me as logical that I would thus get and be gotten by the author.

The Q & A started, and David Lynch was quizzed rather antagonistically about his artistic process. Now I've never been a "fan" of filmmakers. I don't stalk them or read about all their processes or emulate their styles. I guess I've always thought of them as compatriots rather than idols. So while you would think I would know all about Mr. Lynch, it was actually an amazing discovery to hear him speak (in that fabulous, whiny "Gordon" voice). And beyond being incredibly, charmingly cumdeonly and eccentric and funny, he said he always starts a movie/screenplay with exploring an IDEA. And that that idea attracts other ideas like bait, and he follows where they swim.

As much as I've enjoyed the last two years of bonding with and learning from fellow screenwriters, whenever they ask me to pitch them my stories and I start with a philosophical discussion of "Well, I wanted to explore this IDEA..." their eyes glaze over. I completely lose them. The professors were even less sympatico to what I was trying to describe about my creative process. I realized quickly that I was some oddball in the writing community, and just shut up about my how and why. Which is unfortunately, the part I'm passionate about. And that this process doesn't allow me to outline...I'm lucky I haven't been stoned to death or driven to the outskirts of town and rolled out into the tumbleweeds.

So during the Q & A, when I already thought I'd died and gone to heaven, Mr. Lynch started describing all movies only in terms of MOODS. Holy crap. Someone else feels movies and writing the way I do? Imagine me hearing DAVID LYNCH describe exactly my process and passion. Unreal. Finally, I feel like a real filmmaker and not a fraud.

AND THEN he said he's shooting his newest creation, Inland Empire, on MY CAMERA: the Sony PD150. He called the bad quality of it "terrible and beautiful".

Wow. So I have no excuses left. I even own the camera he's using. I could pick it up at any moment of the day and just start shooting bits.

(By the way, all he'll say about IE is that you'll see Laura Dern's talent and that it's about "a woman in trouble." Freaking hysterical. Is there a film of his that can't be described with that line? He got really moody and pissy when the moderator pushed him for more. Love him. Also loved him for his reverant tone and words about the "great Isabella Rossellini" and her father, an idol of his as a student filmmaker. If only everyone spoke so thoughtfully of their ex-lovers.)

Seeing Blue Velvet in a theatre with an appreciative audience was phenomonal. Has to be one of the funniest, coolest, most original films ever made. So quotable. Kyle's character Jeffrey is so insouciant, just like Mr. Lynch. I've always thought of Blue Velvet as Nancy Drew losing her virginity through gang rape, and then finding redemption as a nun. Mr. Lynch described its mood as Russian, with a little American. When pressed on what he would tell a first-time audience, he said to enjoy flying into the screen, into a beautiful dream.

It's funny, DL said some of his favorite directors were Fellini, Hitchcock, Wilder (he wants to live always inside the mood of Sunset Boulevard), but I always see a dollop of Roeg in DL's work. If you ever get a chance, go see BV with a great audience.



What an amazing night. But alas, no picture taken with David Lynch...his Q & A (really just a Q) was before the movie, and quite short. He exited quickly, and then it was dark.

Go to the jump for a little velvet...

How Cute Are We?


Just got emailed a photo from fellow Feedback member/scribosphere blogger Heidi.

If anyone else has photos, please send them along! :)

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

God Willing, I Don't Have an Egg Left

Oy, Kathy Griffin makes me laugh and laugh. This week's episode:

"I don't like children. I think they're selfish. If I accidentally got pregnant, I would definitely have the baby and then give it to Jessica. (Kathy's personal assistant)."

"A lot of women must want to give them back. I can't believe my mom kept me."

"Clair (Kathy's 16-year-old niece) is a big disappointment. She's nothing like me. She's caring, nurturing, and she actually wants to cook dinner."


And about her recent trip to Iraq to cheer up the troops:

"There's something so liberating about being an American woman sleeping in Saddam's palace. It was so like I just wanted to vote...I was just like walking around having my period on the floor like 'Fu*k you. Nobody tells me what I can do, I'm an American woman, fu*k you."

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Killing Me Softly

Anyone know why my sidebar appears after all my posts? After reading through every line of code and finding one missing end quote, it's...still broken html.

Help!

Pix From My Parties

Birthdays are a weird thing...while we all die alone, we all entered this world through our moms. My wise, dear friend Valencia was smart enough to know I would need support during this first b-day without Mom, and generously flew down to be with me, causing a chain reaction of me putting a little effort into arranging some entertainment...and voila! Depression avoided.


Thursday night was spent at Bigfoot Lodge, my fav bar. Very kick back, and fantastic music. We made it until midnight, when I turned Jesus's age, and even had some b-day cake to celebrate.

Friday night was 80s dancing at Ruby, and it was SUCH A BLAST! Hard to name a favorite moment, but it was probably either Rock Lobster or Valencia and me in the hip hop room fending men off after I did an S-Factor hip move. Aftewards Brenda, Anna, Dave, and Valencia led me down to Mel's where we were served after hours by one of the rudest waiters ever, who looked quite a bit like Kirk Cameron.

Saturday was pjs/hangover day (I'm old, remember?) until we got dressed and made it up the Hollywood Hill to Mark's party. Amazing food and met some nice people.

Sunday was Cheebo brunch, taking Valencia to the airport :( open house, afternoon drinks at Venice boardwalk with Sarah to say goodbye to Dannie and Warren :( where Hero was a huuuge hit on the boardwalk (What IS it? Is that ALIVE?), then home to host movie night: Shaun of the Dead. We enjoyed cheese fondue, b-day cupcakes from Joan's on Third (thank you Ellie!) and once again picked a deadly word to drink to: "Ed" (Shaun's roommate).

There was a strong showing over b-day weekend from the Scibosphere, Feedback LA, Flash Forward and the Miracle Mile Posse.

Thanks to all for taking my mind off aging, and helping me usher in my first b-day without Mom...she was missed, but we all told some great stories about her. V. funny. And best of all, you all made me feel very special and not at all alone. Thanks.

If you're interested, there are some Pix here.

THE GILMORE GIRLS

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Update

Still hung over. One of my best friends flew down from San Jose for the weekend. We're going to stumble down to brunch at Cheebo, come back and put up my pole for a little while, and then I have to take her to the airport. :(

Had such a wonderful b-day weekend. Thanks to all!

Heidi's screenplay reading is this Wednesday. If you're an Angel, please come out: Feedback LA

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Happy Birthday

Yeah yeah yeah, it's my b-day tomorrow. So nice, we're celebrating twice.

Know what I think about it all?



I want to know who's servicing me for my b-day. I'm in my prime baby, I've got needs.

Blow out this candle.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Word to the Wise


Banana Republic's massive clearance sale starts in a few days. If you're savvy, you'll go to their store or website NOW while what you covet is in stock...buy it, and within 14 DAYS get a price adjustment.

Voila. How the safari-shoppers bag their lion. Shhhh. Didn't hear it from me.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Disappointing


Ah, typical. Just found a new guilty pleasure, and it's already been cancelled. Thanks, BBC. Well, watch Hex while you can. Thursday nights, BBC America.

Mazel Tov!


Kudos to fellow blogger Lynne White for the publication of her book What in the World is a Pogo?

Kicking cancer's ass AND creating an adorable legacy. Yea, Lynne! Go buy it everyone! And if you don't know Lynne's story, be sure to blogroll her and drop her a line. She's an awesome person.

Monday, June 19, 2006

They've Got Toys Back in the City, Vince

Oh geez, how funny was Entourage? I have to remember to make Brenda watch it. We're freaking out about the possibility of living in the Valley, or as Johnny Drama put it, "North of Ventura Boulevard is hell's waiting room."

Little food tip: Trader Joe's has a fabulous frozen mushroom pasta dish for $3.50. Incredibly tasty, and easier to cook than mac and cheese.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Don't Miss This


My friend Nat has an art show closing this week. Be sure to catch it!

Ouch

Post Secret is really loaded today. Read at your own risk.

I didn't pick one to upload, because, well they just didn't have any that said "God, you took the wrong parent. You bastard."

Changing the subject to awesome men, Cesar Milan from Dog Whisperer is rocking my world. How great is he? I loved the Lakers episode where he told that little blonde he wants to see a woman rule the world in his lifetime because women know how to look after the pack. What a great guy.


And the fantastic South Park episode from last season, Tsst. Those guys are so freaking brilliant. And of course they love Cesar.


Friday, June 16, 2006

Dr. Who


Marathon tonight on Sci Fi channel. I don't think I'm going to be able to watch next season. I was really only watching for the delightfully insouciant Christopher (AKA my boyfriend). And the new Who...still gives me the creeps after seeing him as a stalker/murderer/rapist in that BBC miniseries. No thanks.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Brilliant


The 4400 had two great lines last night, both said by Berkhoff, their absent-minded professor character:

"Oh, sorry about the clutter. I fired the maid last week. She was always cleaning."

and

"So. Your daughter...what's struggling her?"

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Monday, June 12, 2006

I'm Super, Thanks For Asking



New thought on the tattoo. Really excited. I'm thinking: Fleischer Shield.

It's unique. It's Art Deco. It's got enough black to cover my old tattoo.

No NBA stars have it, and though it's not the most popular tattoo in the world (apparently the silver age version is?!?), it still says "Superman." Plus the colors aren't faggy or fade-prone.

It would definitely have clout with fanboys. Not like I need anymore. But crikey, I don't want to get what EVERYONE has.



Superman Lives script. Oh yes, there will be giant spiders.

"Siegel and Shuster created a piece of American mythology. It was my privilege to be the onscreen custodian of the character in the '70s and '80s. There will be many interpretations of Superman, but the original character created by two teenagers in the '30s will last forever." - Christopher Reeve.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Well, I Royally Effed THAT Up

MIM and Nurse Sis have politely reminded me what I was SUPPOSED to blog about the Madonna concert was how funny it was that she kept commenting on the sad sad performance of LA audience members. As I've griped before, no one dances in LA. They're too cool for school.

And at the Staples Center Saturday night, La Ciccone was pretty peeved no one would dance, sing, or really even stand for her. After cajoling politely, she called us all motherfu**ers, then growled this classic utterance:


"Come on, you stuck-up Los Angeles f***ers!"

At which point the crowd went nuts, and did as she requested...Which I believe was stand and sing the lyric "Time goes by...so slowly" for her Hung Up finale.

Points being:

A. I was right.
B. A community of two recognized that momentous occasion.
C. If you want LA crowds to participate at a rock concert, clearly you must behave as a dominatrix.


The last point is surprisingly not surprising. After all, this is the town people who hate themselves move to to prove that all the people who hated them in high school
WILL BE SORRY SOMEDAY, DAMMIT.

Joyful group response to sadism? Priceless.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

For Nurse Sis


Brenda is dying to have me blog about the Madonna concert last Saturday in LA. We gave each other tickets for our June b-days (neither of us had ever seen her live) and high-tailed it to the Staples Center, our second-fav concert venue for ease of use.

I thought the show was just fabulous. Afterwards we met up with Mark and CC and wished HER a Happy B-day.

I think the part Bren really wants me to blog about happened BEFORE the show. I was standing in a ridiculously long beer line, brewing myself into a foul mood, when someone yelled "LIZ FIES!" (Mr. James Lipton, my fav noise is hearing my full name shouted across a room.)

It was Anita, a super-cool villa-mate from Spain.

Too bizarre. We'd talked about having to go together to concerts in LA, but nothing had materialized yet because of the crappy June lineup and her crazy shooting schedule. (She's a TV producer, yes, for shows you actually watch. Drunk.) But it was great to see Anita there and to introduce her to Brenda, who was stoked to meet her.

The world is getting smaller, and I like it!

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Well, They Royally Effed That Up




For gods' sake. It was the sly sense of humor that made The Wicker Man perhaps the scariest movie ever. Stop remaking cult classics already.
New WICKER MAN trailer. Not recommended.



From Variety regarding the ORIGINAL movie:
The Wicker Man was lensed entirely on location in Scotland and is possessed of a weird and paganistic story. Anthony Shaffer penned the screenplay which, for sheer imagination and near-terror, has seldom been equalled.

From Stomp Tokyo's review: "(Character) Summerisle is frank and unapologetic about his paganism. It was started by his grandfather, who found that the local population responded well to the revivification of the Old Gods. In one telling exchange, (Sgt.) Howie protests that a group of girls are dancing naked over a fire in what is a fertility rite:

Lord Summerisle: They do love their divinity lessons.

Sgt. Howie: But they are... are naked!

Lord Summerisle: Naturally! It's much too dangerous to jump through the fire with your clothes on."


Effing classic.


Look at that. Man, does she know how to be the male gazer instead of the gazee. Own that power. You "merely" cross identify with masculinity, girlfriend. Woof. I can feel my testicles shrinking up into my body.

We're screening the original, uncut, difficult to find in America version this Sunday at movie night. Email me if you're in town and want to come.

You KNOW This Guy is Great in Bed...

Shopping Tips

If your undies are all down to the threadbare-I-only-wear-those-during-my-period state, then it's time to toss them in the circular file and hit my favorite clearance sales.

The newVictoria's Secret IPEX bras are to die for at $25.

And Hanky Panky, the world's most comfortable thong, is on rare sale at shopbop.com These undies are particularly brilliant because they fit sizes 0-14. So unlike bras, you won't have to replace the expensive buggers with every 10-15 pound weight fluctation.





Shout out to Lynne and her mysterious Pogo project! How's it hanging, lady?

I am Jack's Total Lack of Surprise

Man, leave it to those wacky U of Chicago kids.
Good on you. Keep Project Mayhem alive for Mom. God, she loved Fight Club. Maaaybe partly because they done killed Big Bob so good.

Is it just me, or do you have a feeling this Hollywood story analyst can taste colors?

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Geek Out


Re: X3

Listen.

I have NO PROBLEM with them killing characters and removing powers. Great, classic comic storylines, which as we all know can be easily reversed. Jean Grey herself died in X2. And since they killed off Gyrich, how the hell ELSE are they supposed to make a roster switch so that you get to see all your fav characters? Death and Gyrich = Marvel staples.

Now here's what's pissing me off about the X3 continuity griping. (Beyond my normal argument supported by comic critical studies that comics are our greek myths, our legends, and therefore absolutely MUST be elastic in their constant retellings, so chuck your continuity arguments at the Arclight door).

If you're going to effing geek out about the Dark Phoenix storyline not matching the Claremont comic, then for gods' sake do it right, man. The problem isn't that she died in Logan's arms instead of Scott's, etc. etc. etc. This issue truly rivals the character morphing of Kitty Pryde/Rogue and Gwen Stacy/Mary Jane.

So what I object to is that X3's Phoenix character was more based on Chthon (A #185-187)/(WCA #50s)Immortus - influenced Scarlet Witch's story, not Dark Phoenix. I should know, Wanda's my favorite effin' comic character.


From the costume design of Dark Phoenix (morphing Chthon and SW of X-Men Evolution)

to a catatonic witch telepathically elevating a house with teammates trapped inside (hola WCA #50s again), to placement by Magneto's side as favorite pawn, to accidentally killing off her teammates, to the power more resembling Wanda in The Ultimates than the Phoenix Force (destroyer of STARS, not a hundred measly people), to the skin disintegration that is a direct reference to House of M #1's variant cover, and Magneto and X and the telepathic block scene felt MUCH more Genosha/House of M than origin Jean Grey...need I go on?


Oh my stars and garters, am I the only one who has read Byrne and Bendis's Avengers stories? Hand them an effin' water hose and a residual check already. Damn, they must be PISSED. Remember The Avengers? Much ignored and abused effin' FLAGSHIP of the Marvel Universe?

NOW...two legit film gripes? The score and dialogue were completely beneath the quality of the rest of the film. Large subtractions.

Otherwise, a logical and not terrible finish to the trilogy. Some pure moments of childish delight, and some sadness that Ratner doesn't understand nor linger on human emotions, since Stan Lee has always insisted on the soap opera of human emotions being the true Marvel draw.

Will I see it again and illegally copy the DVD? Sure.

Ian was EXTRAORDINARY again. Freaking chills. And Rebecca. Loving Mystique. Ororo should have died. Some really cool nods to the comic storylines, and fantastic visual puns.

I really liked Kelsey as the Beast, but it PAINS me to see Beast without Wonderman. And it was really weird to have Kane walk past Prof. X with no reference to bloodties. Okay, and why bring up Juggernaut's helmet if not to mention it blocks X's telepathy?

Am I a little freaked out they've Frankenstein-cobbled together so many storylines? Assuming Galactus belongs to the Silver Surfer franchise and that they're not touching Kree-Skrull and Shi'ar with a ten foot pole, all they have left to steal from is The Hellfire Club, Savage Land, Apocalypse, and heaven help us, Mr. Sinister...Sure. I'm worried.

Now, m'on cher, bring on Gambit, Bishop and Betsy. And if The Brotherhood comes back, it better include Quicksilver.

Oh yeah, and really?!? MORLOCKS?!? *Shudder*

Holy crap, I just let my geek flag fly. Here come the marriage proposals...

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

How I Recover From Jetlag

Photos courtesy of Nurse Sis, bien sur.




Goddamn, that dog's cute. Someone should make a stuffed animal based on him.

Jesus

Avi "left" Marvel. I don't know how to feel about this. Does anyone else think this is wonky after X-Men just broke records?

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

An Inconvenient Truth

Brenda and I just got back from seeing the movie. Thought it was fabulous. Please, please go see it. The things we need to do aren't that drastic, and otherwise we're pretty much all going to die.

It really is a moral issue rather than a political one. And if you won't listen to a liberal about it, here's a fantastic review from a staunch conservative who wants you to see it, too.

Monday, May 29, 2006

Favorite Purchases

To make the trip spa-like, I stopped in the airport at The Body Shop and made some excellent purchases. Which is good, because the shopping and fashion in Spain was...uh...CRAP, for lack of a better word.

May I recommend for your summer enjoyment:
Lipscuff
, the only exfolient I know of for your lips.



To make your lips baby soft, then follow with the yummy-loverly Shea Lip Butter. Yeah, baby!





And last but not least, the amazing MANGO package of
shower scrub, shower gel and body butter. Soooo wonderful, and the mango butter works great for massages as well. Edible you!





These items definitely added to my vacation, and made my roommate declare me Best Roomie! (Okay, the back massages and late night girl talk didn't hurt either...) So if you need a treat for yourself or a lady in your life, no excuses!

Saturday, May 27, 2006

Why I Hate International Travel

by Liz Fies

Flew halfway around the world to go to freaking Santa Monica. I shit you not. I´ve basically been in Santa Monica the past week.

Guess where I´m supposed to be?

Atlanta for my connecting flight.

Guess where I am?

Effing Madrid.

Guess where my luggage is?

NO ONE KNOWS.

Eff Spain and their laxadazical time-telling, connecting flights that leave EARLY, and their directions that consist of ¨Just go out of the terminal and make a left and then a right¨ when what they mean is ¨RUN out of the terminal because you´re LATE because we lost your bags, make a left and RUN for 1 MILE, THEN make a right and GO DOWNSTAIRS.¨

Effers.

It´s a good thing I was a rock star in the discoteque or I´d be putting a voodoo curse on the whole lot of them right now. For some reason, I have INDESCRIBABLE GAME in Spain. Now infamous among villa-ites for attracting Spanish men. Kooky. Too bad I´m NEVER coming back.

I´m so effing tired I finally understand the movie ¨Lost in Translation.¨

The company was spectacular. Probably have never had that much fun in my life with such an amazing group of people. But you know what? It could have been anywhere. They were that totally awesome. So awesome they should be arrested.

Got laid...disapointing. And no second shot at it when he´d be more able; it was a onesie - never - happened - thing, forgotten instantaneosly. Then was alternately abused and ignored by Meathead Freakshow all week at the villa. I did not choose wisely. Got the recreational sex thing right, but forgot to add female orgasm and ¨dude doesn´t turn into a crampy PMSing woman¨ to the visualization list. If there were ever a case for ¨Why buy the bull(sh*t) when the sausage is free?¨ Finally ratted him out to the girls, and they banded together and gave him a little what for. Funny story. More on that later.

Found out I´ve been wearing the wrong bra size and that I´m actually a 34DD. How the hell did that happen, and maybe I should stop trying to diet away the thighs and just accept the god-given bounty?

Kissed a few random Spaniards, none of whom had game. Leered at one hot hot gardener all week. Made a new BFF.

And Liz doesn´t care anymore, because Liz just wants to come home.

Liz may permanently speak in the third person. And change her name to Jade.

Next time Liz is just going back to Hawaii.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

hola

Things are great. Place is as beautiful as the pictures said. The other 12 people are amazing. Every one of us has had some huge trauma, and we´re partying more in a week than I ever did in college. Pretty much haven´t slept in a week, but the bronchitis is gone.

Saw a shirt that said ¨Spanish Olimpics: Eating, Drinking, $%cking¨, and when in Rome...Last night we went to a disco, and I kissed two different guys. Both of whom bit me (!$%) Not so sure about this Spain city thing. Would rather stay in the sweet villa and keep having dance party 2006.

Pretty great. Except of course the guy I picked in the villa is now treating me like dog doo doo. I always pick the good ones. More on that later.

Hasta pronta! Or however that´s spelled.

Friday, May 19, 2006

Travel Blues

My flight from Atlanta to Barcelona was canceled due to Delta's second plane malfunction of that hour, so I'm in an unplanned layover in beautiful downtown Atlanta Holiday Inn. Not QUITE the spa in Spain I was looking forward to.

Luckily, I was one of the few people booked on a flight the next day, so all I'm really losing out on is $160 for my hotel room and a day of my vacation. At least I still get to go. And I had no eardrum problems on the descent, I'm sure in part due to the antibiotics and these crazy earplugs called "Earplanes", recommended by astronauts. Alrighty then!

I let my friend/organizer know about my travel changes, and it turns out I'll be sharing the planeride from Madrid to Malaga with one of my other unmet tripmates. Charlie described him as "Tall, bigger than me, also like a rugby player, blonde blue eyes with a cleft chin." I told Charlie I'd be married to him before we arrived in Granada.

Atlanta is a trip. I wish I had the energy to go explore. I would definitely check out Margaret Mitchell's house, but unfortunately I'm really dizzy/exhausted from the meds for my bronchitis. So I'm just hanging out on the computer, and I'll probably go pool my $7 (?) meal vouchers together and try to buy some lunch and watch All My Children.

All in all I'm fairly sanguine about the whole thing. I mean, I'm so blessed to be able to take a vacation at all. And I met some cool people, since 100 of us were stranded. The Holiday Inn last night was a total pickup joint. I was running from the men.

Last night I had dinner with Paige, a second-year Harvard Law student. We ate grits at an all-night waffle shop together after commiserating in the airport for four hours while we got booked on new flights (she's totally screwed - she has to travel backwards now and has 3 additional layovers. But she'll be traveling until mid-June, so it will all work out in the end).

Definitely odd being in the south for the first time. We were the only white people in the waffle shop, but unlike Chicago, the black people would actually talk to me. But then this morning I met an amazing man in the business center - 40s ish, an RN from South Dakota and a preacher. He and his wife of twenty years just adopted their ninth child this morning (plus 2 of their own). He was such an amazing, loving guy, totally filled with light. And I was so open and spoke to him the whole time, but HE NEVER LOOKED ME IN THE EYE. It's just all so weird. I mean here's this guy doing all this good in the world, and he can't be shy because he's a preacher, and he's been to every state but California and lived in Germany while he served in the military, and he didn't feel he could look me in the eye. I guess because I'm white, or maybe a white woman? I don't know. I hate that feeling. I mean, we connected. He actually really made me think about adopting. But I'm sure we would have connected more if I could have caught a sparkle in his beautiful eyes.

Anyways, I'm off to go find some food and a comfy chair to pass out into. Hopefully I'll wake up in time. I'm so dizzy I feel like I could sleep forever. I'm usually so independent, but I had these weird vivid dreams all night about friends and family rescuing me from dire situations. Like I was calling on my cell phone desperately for help and couldn't get through to anyone. Course, I also kept dreaming I was showing up in innapropriate places and taking my top off. Not like I have a problem with nudity in reality. Oh, and I had a dream that there was a huge resort pool where owners could swim with their dogs, and there were hundreds of them. Mom was in that dream.

By the way, grits taste COMPLETELY different in the south. I highly recommend them.

Sorry about all the non-sequiters. I hope there's some level of lucidity to this post. Clearly I'm not able to judge. God I hate the effects of medication. :)

Thursday, May 18, 2006

So Behind in Posting

And now I'm leaving the country. Ain't that just like a woman? Leave you wanting more.

I had a fabulous weekend. Drove down to San Diego to meet fellow blogger Meg for the first time in the non-virtual world. She is so cool! A witty do-gooder, out there fighting the good fight and getting her masters at Cambridge...and anyone who sings "Living on a Prayer with the rest of the sushi eaters is good people by me! We shared a hotel, and it just happened to be prom night on the top floor. So funny. Meg had great stories, and you know nothing beats conversation in my book.

I've been so blessed to meet wonderful people through this site. I never was good at pen pals in school, and was always jealous of the people who forged friendships that way, and now here I am meeting strangers who feel like old friends.

On Mother's Day, Nurse Sis and I hosted a brunch for ladies without moms. It was so lovely and touching. God I love spending the day noshing.