Okay, so more about my cat


This is a very appropriate image of Parker. He's so black that sometimes he disappears behind his eyes, and he has these round, almost alien eyes. And a few more:






Many thanks to Ben and Miranda for the images, since I do not have a camera to take my own damn pictures.

Month of TMI

So today's TMI post is all about that fun little monthly visitor's annoying companion, PMS. I'm beginning to wonder if PMS isn't actually directly responsible for any terrible moods I may experience month to month (great big duh). I only noticed this because lately I've actually been pretty damn happy, as opposed to merely content or frustrated -- my default emotional states of 2006. But today I'm in the most awful angry mood, and for no discernable reason. It's as though someone flipped a switch inside me, and I've gone from "la la la, all is well, life is good" to "I want to strangle the next person that breathes in my direction." Now this is going to sound pretty wierd, but previously I've been rather fond of my PMS. I like that it gives me an excuse to freely feed my cravings for chocolate and sweets, and I actually kinda like the breast tenderness (subtle masochism, perhaps). It even gives me a pass if I act a little bitchy. But I haven't paid much attention to the anger in the past. Most of the time I thought it was just me being naturally angry, and rightfully so, because people suck and life is hard. And yet when I look back, I think I may only be passionately angry conveniently at the same time each month. This is not good. I am enjoying my newfound joy, and I hate that some stupid hormones are fucking with that.

But the anger is my excuse for procrastinating at work today. I just don't feel like it, goddamnit.

In happier news: Parker the kitty has learned to play fetch! He is the cutest. He is probably a big reason my overall mood has shifted from "meh, content-ish" to "pretty darn good." Animals will do that.

Rubbing Elbows

The other day three things happened at once: I got a migraine from hell (ow) and now I'm convinced I must start telling my doctors about these things. There is no longer any doubt in my mind that I have migraines. 36-hour-long debilitating headaches are not normal headaches. Plus the nausea. Oh, the nausea.

Then, of course, I took Parker to get snipped. Poor fellow, was pretty angry with us for almost a whole day! Gasp!

And Monday night, after I spent the day recovering from my headache and worrying about my kitty and not going to work, I went off to a script reading for this yet-to-be-made movie at the home of one celebrity whose name I shan't mention but it rhymes with Bike Buyers, oh and Tim Blake Nelson was there and he is awesome. Anyway, the script was pretty tight, and it was fun to listen and imagine the film in my head before someone imagines it onto celluloid. I must admit, though, I'd probably never actually go see this movie if I hadn't gone to the reading.

Being at the swanky yet-subdued urban dwelling of the rich and famous, surrounded by other handsome, wealthy, and fashionable people reminds me of some of the exciting and deceptive aspects of working in production. While working in production I was always next to fame and fortune, but never really a part of that life. I felt like I was somehow stealing my way into a world where I didn't necessarily belong, kind of like sneaking into the movie theater. At first I believed that I was on the verge of belonging to this world, just by being next to it. But I wasn't. And I'm glad I understood that, because it can be very tempting, and the close proximity made it deceptively close while in reality it was far, far away.

Anyhow, it's not even my "scene," but it's thrilling. It's probably more thrilling, though, to those of us on the outside. I'm happy with dipping my toes in here and there, and really, I'd be happy if I wasn't. It's just kinda cool, is all I'm saying. And a script reading is cool in general. Now I'll have to see that movie, if it's ever made. Just to see if it's anything like my imagination predicted.

Hey, I'm Spartacus Too!




I'm not usually one to jump into the political blogging melee, but I've been lurking at this blog for about a year now and I'd feel badly if I didn't show my support.

Melissa is awesome. It makes me sad that she resigned from the Edwards campaign, due to some nasty, serious threats from so-called "Christians." But of course I'm a big fan of the blog and I'll support her no matter what she chooses to do. So check it out if you want a provocative, interesting read.

WARNING!! TMI!!

So it's Friday, around 9:30-ish, and I'm all: "hey, I think I'll get it on with the bf now instead of right before I'm ready to fall asleep, so that a) I'm not having sleepy sex and b) we can actually do something afterwards, like play video games, and have some cake that I bought for dessert."

But NO! Motherf**ker passes out right after. No video games or cake for me. :( I guess I'll read or something. At least it wasn't sleepy sex.