Craptastic excuse for an entry

I attempted to write a thoughtful, insightful actually-containing-an-opinion post about Catholic Weddings: Who Gets To Have One where I asked for your input and everything, but it turns out I am not so thoughtful and insightful as indignant and irritated and slapping indiscriminately at the bee in my bonnet. So. There will be none of that today. Some things must be allowed to sit. Sit sit sit!

Instead I am editing someone's personal story, a personal story that for some reason did not require one single capital letter. While I appreciate the creativity and free-spiritedness of the person in question, I have never been so thankful for Word's change case feature.

Sigh. I've got nothing today. I'm looking at my website and thinking, "Curses! Pink flamingoes in January!" I'm crap at PhotoShop, so I don't know what the odds are on me coming up with a new banner image any time soon, especially since I love my pink flamingoes and it took me a freakishly long time to set up this design in the first place. I have to update my list of books, I have to update the footer, I have to at least edit out the mention of summer. Ye Gods. It's JANUARY.

But SPEAKING of January, the Oscar nominations are out! Unfortunately I am already bored. The only award I am remotely interested in is Supporting Actor, as Marky Mark should get a seven-foot Oscar for his role in The Departed. He was awesomeness squared. Also, if you liked The Departed (and who doesn't like Boston gangster movies where every other word is four letters and starts with 'f'), get thee to Netflix and sign up for the Hong Kong original, Infernal Affairs. Super good movie, people, even if Maggie Cheung is nowhere to be found.

How many people can put their full name on their website, knowing they are completely un-Google-able? Just me, suckas! The only bad thing about it is I'll have to use a pseudonym when I write the Great American Novel. I have actually spent a lot of time thinking about what pseudonym I will use, but that goes about as well as the quest for a Name for the Boy. As in: miserably.

Hello stream of consciousness!

Really. This is pathetic. I promise to have something smashing happen to me this evening so I'm full of entertainment first thing tomorrow. ("That would be a first!"- Dwight K. Schrute Bobblehead.) But there is potential! Phillip is working late, my friend S is stopping by for pizza, some random dude is bringing a truck to take the the Ikea desk we posted on craigslist, like, an hour ago and Veronica Mars is ba-ack! I may even break out the non-alcoholic wine.

(No, I won't. While it was a thoughtful gift for the pregnant lush, non-alcoholic wine is like drinking strawberry Kool Aid mixed with Lysol. I do, however, enjoy holding it in a wine glass at parties, which is about all it's good for.)

Also, why are all my post titles showing up as links? This is nearly as bothersome as the pink flamingoes. Grrr.

Comments

[Christina/Mrs Broccoli Guy]

See now I like the pink flamingos and reference to summer because it's like your blog is a little mini tropical vacation!

[Jenny Ryan]

Wasn't Veronica Mars AWESOME last night?! I love that LoVe was back together, but I'm pretty sure that it won't last for long. I'm enjoying it while I can. Altho I am kind of intrigued by the idea of Veronica and Piz.