I don’t really have enough to say on any one subject, to make up a whole post. So, the lazy blogger’s standby it is. Lists!

  1. Clinton Kelly is my fashion twin. Today he was wearing a short-sleeved gingham cowboy shirt. WHICH I HAVE TWO VERSIONS OF. Not to mention that velvet jacket from the intro. It’s just, like, two shades purpler than my favourite jacket of all time. And for gay men.
  2. I ate two cupcakes today. This is after a week of vegetable renaissance! and making fresh food! and bringing lunch to work! I seriously bought broccoli, people. Just cause. (I made this killer pasta with broccoli and carrots and “peanut-lime sauce” (aka peanut butter, lime juice, canola oil, honey, ginger, garlic and whatever else seemed like it might taste good) and green onions.) But seriously, baby carrots have become a total staple in my house, up there with prewashed mixed greens. I’ve eaten so much carrot this week I’m liable to turn orange.
  3. I think I might be getting tired of Bust. Most of it’s good, in its girl power, hipster, craft-obsessed way and I’ll probably still buy it. I loved the (too short) article on bawdy female comedians through the ages, and the cover story (about Gretchen Mol and doing the Bettie Page movie, which looks kind of good, but then I always want to see biopics and wind up being disappointed, unless they are Capote). But the two-page article on women’s poo habits in public restrooms? Read like a parody of a ’90s standup act. It didn’t really say anything new, and I wasn’t sure why Bust would bother publishing it at all. Why not give Moms Mabley more space?
  4. I really just don’t photograph well. (Seriously, CLICK AT YOUR OWN RISK. It is cute in its way, but this way is the ugly way, like most of the tiny dogs on Cute Overload.)
  5. Forehead smack moment: “One reason it works so well is that high school and noir’s universe are more alike than not, sharing the same affinity for power struggles, secretive conspiracies and passions that run dangerously high. The actors play it without tongues in cheeks, allowing the humour to emerge more naturally from the material.” This is from a review of Brick — which I’m not knocking, I think it looks good — but seriously? What original idea! No one’s ever thought of that before. Oh, wait. Those sentences could be from an article about Veronica Mars.
  6. Oh yeah, it’s technically my birthday. I think it doesn’t count until I go to bed and then wake up, but I guess I can still note it. 23. This has been such a weird year. I’m kind of in a holding pattern of waiting for things to happen. But really, life’s been pretty good to me. Cute apartment, cute boyfriend, not starving, grad school, all my original body parts (except my two front teeth and my hair colour) blah blah blah. I guess I kind of have a lot to be grateful for, and I mostly am. Grateful. We all get caught up in things that don’t matter and get tired of everything and stuff though. I should maybe try to do that less.