Self has wireless reception from the couch in living room, happy happy joy joy! Which means she can roam the web while watching flat-screen HDTV! First self was on X-Men: The Last Stand, but she got tired of looking at Halle Berry’s face and switched to The Remains of the Day (Shocking to remember that Anthony Hopkins was ever that young. Or that middle-aged, anyway), and then grew bored with that as well and flipped through, in short order: What Ever Happened to Baby Jane (If she were with Jim S in VCCA, she is sure he would have stopped here), Little Miss Sunshine (the scene where Steve Carrell meets former BF in gas station convenience store), and John Carpenter’s Vampires — self still can’t get over the fact that James Woods was in this movie, considering he supposedly has a “genius” IQ of 160 and is a graduate of MIT. Anyhoo, it wasn’t long before self tired of that as well, and ended up on Bandidas, which features Penelope Cruz and Salma Hayek, in fact a whole surfeit of boobs, and also features that amiable actor Steve Zahn.
On self’s lap is Vanity Fair of September 2007, the one with Gisele Bundchen on the cover, showing off her very bronzed gams, and inside said issue is a whole gallery of sexy Brazilians of both genders, which starts self thinking that her next writing residency should definitely be in the southern hemisphere.
In the meantime, however, self has decided to prepare a recipe called “Grandma’s Chicken” for dinner. Hubby won’t be home for another two hours at least, so self should theoretically be writing. But writing impulse has gotten mislaid this whole week. (Self asks herself, with much gnashing of teeth: Why? Why? Why?) Today she went to her favortie shopping place, Costco, and bypassed all Italian olive oil for the domestic variety, for after reading that article in New Yorker about how sunflower oil is being passed off as olive oil in Italy, she can’t justify paying the extra bucks for the Italian variety.
She also went to Wegman’s, and purchased a gallon of Grant’s Dog Repellent, to scatter around her plants. After getting home, she read on the label that repellent has to be applied every 24 hours. Which means she’ll be back to Wegman’s for another bottle in no time.
Then, self went to the bank and showed them a letter she’d received in her e-mail yesterday, which stated that there was suspicious activity on Dearest Mum’s ATM debit card. Could self verify her personal information? And self took it into the bank, and after bank manager read the whole thing very carefully, manager pronounced the e-mail fraudulent. Really, dear blog reader, self feels there has to be a law protecting consumers against receiving e-mail like this, for she can imagine that if Dearest Mum had received such message, she would have gotten so panicked she would likely have sent her personal information.
Oh, and self mustn’t forget to mention that last night, when hubby walked in the door, he discovered self deep into Justin Timberlake’s Future Sex/Love Tour at Madison Square Garden. Justin has one song that self likes exceedingly. The rest of the time, she was entertained by the dancing, by the girls with the rubbery limbs doing all kinds of pole-dancing moves in full view of audiences at home (but then, this was HBO, not NBC), and by the glam back-up singers.
Anyhoo, self will attempt, for just the nth time today, to do a little writing.
Stay tuned, dear blog reader, stay tuned.