something I forgot about myself

I like to play house. I start from scratch and buy a sword. then I buy a better sword. Then I buy a shield. Then I get a hammer. Then I can stab down with my sword.

When my brother and I were young we would line up all the furniture and gijoes (they fit almost perfectly in my dollhouse) for selection. He would mock all my first draft GIJoe picks and I smartly retorted that they were HIS toys. We would spend what seemed like eternity decorating the dollhouse. When all the furniture was just where I wanted it. My brother got to kill off each of the GI Joes I selected and we were done.

So all of the settlement hangups don't deserve details, suffice it to say I am in my new house. I am getting accustomed to the silence and sound of birds in the a.m. freaky. I am very aware of the absence of firetrucks and "Welcome aboard MTAs". Playing house for a month until I select a housemate...that I won't kill. I promise.

Back to the Lake

Returning soon to a theatre near you, featuring Reese W1therspoon. This poster rocks! This movie was weird! It came on regular tv one day and I watched part of it, and imagined it was the Twin Peaks of its time

get name

For at lEASt 5 years I have been trying to remember the name of this game I received from my sister one year for Christmas. It was during the bratty tween years where gifts bore or baby. This one was a real winner. I retreated to my bedroom immediately to travel the universe in 64 bits.

For years every time I knew I was coming close to the name of the game, "Rick Santorum" would get in the way. It just popped into my head just now while typing a print estimate. For no reason- "Tracers Sanction".

My myspace friend Tom was in Vanity Fair!

Vanity Fair this month was like a printed extension of MySpace. Ubiquitous and unable to break away from. salon breaks it down feministically.