Brief Unrelated Sidenote: As a regular viewer of Elizabeth Hasselbeck "The View", I feel it's my duty as a journalist to relay the news that Rosie O'Donnell is leaving the show after only one year. Fox News is speculating that it's because of obscene comments she made this week, while MSNBC made a clever "The View Not So Rosie" play on words. Either way, sh*t is going down. A semi-informative link relating everything inconsequential about this is below: http://www.showbuzz.cbsnews.com/stories/2007/04/25/tv/main2725526.shtml
Now normally I don't weigh in on these matters, but if ABC knows what's good and hot and potentially off the hook, they will quickly replace Rosie with Raven-Symoné Pearman of "That's So Raven" and "Cosby Show" fame. You heard it here first. Now on to the real thing:
Feelings: Dissatisfaction with output, Curiosity about the effects of ADHD, Ambivalence towards footwear at Journeys and Foot Locker.
Sins: Wrath, Unfettered Avarice, Sloth
Fears: I can't possibly put together back to back days of productivity, I'm avoiding pushing the plot forward for unknown psychological reasons stemming from my childhood, I didn't bring nearly enough underwear on my trip.
Thoughts: Remember yesterday? Remember how much I wrote? As Mike LaFontaine said in A Mighty Wind, 'wha' happened'? Well, I'll tell you wha' happened: It's called the mall, friends. The University Town Center in La Jolla to be exact. There I was, hard at work smoothly operating my computer, maximizing my touch typing skills, about to get to an important, climatic part of the book when my dad said, "Hey, I'm going to the mall, do you need anything?"
Do I need anything? Me? Well, no, of course I don't, but that doesn't mean I don't want to go walk around an outdoor mall with no good stores and a decent skating rink. I quickly invited myself along.
"But you need to write," my dad said, almost pleadingly, potentially because he didn't want to sit in the car with me and listen to me talk about having to write.
But, alas, I assured him I would write later and stay quiet in the car, and not bother him about changing his Smooth Jazz 98.1 to something with a little more "edge".
Three hours, two shoe stores and one Sports Chalet purchase later, we went back to the house, where I sat in the hot tub reading and "brainstorming" until dinner. A late night push to up my word count was for naught, as I ended up face down stretched out on an ottoman in my brother's room. Not good, friends, not good at all.
Question to Ponder: Does Fox News truly believe that, as their headline suggests, "Disco Family Dance Parties" are "popular all over the country"?
Seemingly Obvious Moral: Don't write your blog in a room with multiple tvs turned to news stations.
Until tomorrow, when I attempt to "bring it".
The Only Living Boy in New York,
PS- Pictured Below: Raven telling Bill Cosby about the perils of over-saturating the junk bond market, and Raven now, just being so, so...oh f*ck, I forget how the saying goes.