So very many of you have contacted me lately, wondering if the character below is perhaps based upon me:
No. It is not.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
judy bernley....please hold...
Been a bit busy these days. Like these girls, but without the marijuana or sexist-egotistical-lying-hypocritical-bigot of a boss.
But real, real busy. Talk soon.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
self hater
I know that I will incur the wrath of certain people, but I have a confession to make.
You see, I have the day off (it's Maundy Thursday) so I slept in a bit and woke up hungry. Since I live in a neighborhood that's supposed to be "walkable," I thought I'd walk out and get some breakfast. When I'm not working, I like to park my car and not move it again until I absolutely have to do so. Sadly, there was only one place to go.
The Fucking Flying Biscuit.
I know, I know, I KNOW! Stop hating! Believe me, i've already beat myself up over it. I really thought long and hard about it, and eventually decided that I didn't want to drive across town to West Egg, even though it's a superior breakfast place. And there's nothing else around here. I thought, "It's just eggs and grits...how bad can it be?"
Well, it was bad. And I hate myself for falling into that infernal place's trap. Please forgive me.
In other food-related news, I've settled on a menu for Sunday's Eastah brunch with my family. And in honor of today, the first day of spring, I plan to throw open the windows and clean EVERYTHING.
You see, I have the day off (it's Maundy Thursday) so I slept in a bit and woke up hungry. Since I live in a neighborhood that's supposed to be "walkable," I thought I'd walk out and get some breakfast. When I'm not working, I like to park my car and not move it again until I absolutely have to do so. Sadly, there was only one place to go.
The Fucking Flying Biscuit.
I know, I know, I KNOW! Stop hating! Believe me, i've already beat myself up over it. I really thought long and hard about it, and eventually decided that I didn't want to drive across town to West Egg, even though it's a superior breakfast place. And there's nothing else around here. I thought, "It's just eggs and grits...how bad can it be?"
Well, it was bad. And I hate myself for falling into that infernal place's trap. Please forgive me.
In other food-related news, I've settled on a menu for Sunday's Eastah brunch with my family. And in honor of today, the first day of spring, I plan to throw open the windows and clean EVERYTHING.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
sheesh
This is some weird news, from the AJC....
I mean, it's not weirder than a lady sitting on the toilet for two years, but it's still a bit odd.
I mean, it's not weirder than a lady sitting on the toilet for two years, but it's still a bit odd.
Sunday, March 09, 2008
annuale
No one...and I mean NO ONE...makes fun of women like a woman can. My Goddess this is the funniest thing I've ever seen.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
hay
Had a great time in Los Angeles. Previously, I have always said that I hate LA. Now, I can honestly say that I like it, and was able to find inspiration there.
A brief rundown (more for my own memory than your entertainment...sorry):
Celeb sightings: RuPaul (sans drag), Rami from Project Runway, Vince Vaughn, and Paula Poundstone. In fact I sat next to Paula on the whole flight from Atlanta to LA, and somehow managed to avoid speaking with her. She had this distinct look that said, "Please leave me alone." Not crazy, not uppity, just a celebrity who didn't want to spend four hours talking to a stranger. I was happy to oblige. I was a non-celebrity who just wanted to read. Oh, and we drove by Cher's compound in Malibu. Didn't see her, though. Like she'd just HAPPEN to be taking out the trash or something...
Bar Review: Loved Akbar and MJ's. While at Akbar, Kenny and I were approached by TWO different groups of people, just to chat and say hay. You wouldn't believe how rare that is, so I was enchanted.
You know what? West Hollywood? Feh. We spent precious little time there, and - truth be told - that's fine with me. I mean, I'm sure that I could have a great time there, but I think we were all happier in other venues. Not that I'm the most "alternative" person in the world, but everyone looked like plastic molds of one another, and I just need a little difference in flavor...
Best lounge experience by far? The Dresden Room. It defies description. I'll try someday, but suffice it to say that Norma has found the next venue for her act. Maybe PTB can come do a little backup retardation....
We saw a terrible movie (Be Kind..Rewind) in an amazing movie theater (the Arclight). When you buy tickets online for any show at this theater, they note that when they say the movie begins at 8:15, it will begin shortly thereafter. They do not show advertisements, and the previews are brief. Additionally, they CLOSE the doors at the start of the movie. If you haven't made it in by then, well...tough titty. Awesome.
We went to the Getty Villa, to view the newly-restored building and the antiquities collection that is housed within its walls. It was absolutely wonderful. Kenny and I drifted around the stunningly-restored villa, and marveled at the breathtaking art and gardens. And it's FREE!
But, as always, the best trips are about the company. It felt great to visit with old friends and see their lives. And it was great to return home to new(er) friends. Mission accomplished: a change of scenery restored my outlook, and I feel ready to sally forth.
I'm not even very angry about the work crew that began working on my roof this morning - AT SEVEN A.M. Well, maybe just a little angry.
A brief rundown (more for my own memory than your entertainment...sorry):
Celeb sightings: RuPaul (sans drag), Rami from Project Runway, Vince Vaughn, and Paula Poundstone. In fact I sat next to Paula on the whole flight from Atlanta to LA, and somehow managed to avoid speaking with her. She had this distinct look that said, "Please leave me alone." Not crazy, not uppity, just a celebrity who didn't want to spend four hours talking to a stranger. I was happy to oblige. I was a non-celebrity who just wanted to read. Oh, and we drove by Cher's compound in Malibu. Didn't see her, though. Like she'd just HAPPEN to be taking out the trash or something...
Bar Review: Loved Akbar and MJ's. While at Akbar, Kenny and I were approached by TWO different groups of people, just to chat and say hay. You wouldn't believe how rare that is, so I was enchanted.
You know what? West Hollywood? Feh. We spent precious little time there, and - truth be told - that's fine with me. I mean, I'm sure that I could have a great time there, but I think we were all happier in other venues. Not that I'm the most "alternative" person in the world, but everyone looked like plastic molds of one another, and I just need a little difference in flavor...
Best lounge experience by far? The Dresden Room. It defies description. I'll try someday, but suffice it to say that Norma has found the next venue for her act. Maybe PTB can come do a little backup retardation....
We saw a terrible movie (Be Kind..Rewind) in an amazing movie theater (the Arclight). When you buy tickets online for any show at this theater, they note that when they say the movie begins at 8:15, it will begin shortly thereafter. They do not show advertisements, and the previews are brief. Additionally, they CLOSE the doors at the start of the movie. If you haven't made it in by then, well...tough titty. Awesome.
We went to the Getty Villa, to view the newly-restored building and the antiquities collection that is housed within its walls. It was absolutely wonderful. Kenny and I drifted around the stunningly-restored villa, and marveled at the breathtaking art and gardens. And it's FREE!
But, as always, the best trips are about the company. It felt great to visit with old friends and see their lives. And it was great to return home to new(er) friends. Mission accomplished: a change of scenery restored my outlook, and I feel ready to sally forth.
I'm not even very angry about the work crew that began working on my roof this morning - AT SEVEN A.M. Well, maybe just a little angry.
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