and there is no one to bless us
Oy, today. I traveled the length and breadth of Manhattan by noon. Also, at 9 am I was told I was going to Astoria for a meeting next week, and then when I left at 5:30 this evening, I was told that instead, I was going to the Bronx. (How wrong is it that it's approximately 6.5 miles from my apt. to there, but it will take approximately 50 minutes to get there? So, so wrong.) By the time the day actually arrives, who knows where I will actually be going? Not I.
After three hours of meetings, I went downtown to the office (from 168th down to Chambers on the A) and didn't have a moment to myself all afternoon. I didn't even open LJ in a tab, let alone look at it. It was a two-iced-latte day. Let me put it to you this way - most of the time, I only allow myself to have an iced latte once every two weeks (because 1. I'm not supposed to have caffeine, and 2. I'm not supposed to spend money on specialty coffee beverages), but today I sucked two medium iced lattes down like the universe depended on it. They were so good, too. Sigh.
I fear it's going to be more of the same in the next few weeks. Not the lattes - my wallet and my stomach can't afford that. The craziness at work. Sigh.
***
I enjoyed last night's Treme. Did Lester Albert kill that kid who stole his tools? How hardcore is he, man? That was scary. His son is hot.
I also really enjoy Bunk Antoine. "There's pride on Bourbon St." Heh. "A gig is not a job."
I think I'm going to have to try to make some icons.
And then Michael Trucco was on Castle! Anders! Sparring with Beckett! Max Medina as a crooked cop! Francie from Alias as the dead guy's wife! Fandoms colliding everywhere! (All I could think was that Nathan Fillion and Katee Sackhoff starred in some straight-to-dvd (I think?) horror movie a couple of years ago (I have screencaps to prove it!), so it was only fair that Anders got to spar with Beckett, as Castle got to hook up with Starbuck. Everything comes back to Starbuck in the end. Heh.)
"You're my partner! That means we're together until the wheels come off!" Ryan/Esposito! The show is shipping them hardcore! Though they added Castle in as an honorary partner. Oddly enough, that is not a threesome I'm actually interested in seeing. (Esposito/Ryan/Lanie, otoh... or Esposito/Ryan/Beckett..mmmhmmm...)
Anders and Beckett sparring was HOTTASTIC.
Also, I liked the Casablanca references in this ep, though there was another movie referenced as well that I'm totally blanking on now. Huh. Ah well, I enjoy it, but it's not a show that sticks in my head after it's over.
***
Today's poem:
Us
There are so many of us in New York, you know.
We're the ones in bed early, with mud masks on our face
and dozens of unused candles around the room.
Hypnotized, we dive into potato chip bags
and keep eating until Ted Koppel's finished talking about
whatever he's talking about.
Birthdays aren't a big deal.
We try not to make a fuss because every year
we get closer to 30,
closer to not having, never having
the husband and baby
we swore we'd have by now.
We organize our closets,
make pesto,
hem skirts,
keep a journal
and read - a lot.
We have rented every goddamn movie at Blockbuster.
We walk by Baby Gap
and get a pain in our chest.
We start looking at our best friends and think,
hey, why not
- at least I know what she likes in bed.
We know how to make really good chili
but it always tastes funny when we eat it alone.
We sneeze and there is no one to bless us.
The hardest part is the music,
the songs that pour out of elevators and taxis,
with voices that crawl between our ears and say
This one's about you, babe.
This one's all about you.
~Nicole Blackman
***
Oh! Last night I dreamt that RDJ was either my professor or my beta, because he showed up at my apartment (which was very different from my real apartment, and also cleaner. sigh.) with a sheaf of papers and was like, "You're a good writer!" and then he handed me the papers back and they were COVERED in red ink. Like, from margin to margin. But apparently he wouldn't have wasted the time telling me what was wrong if he didn't think I could get better. Also, he thought I should paint the walls of my (dream) apartment periwinkle.
I don't even know.
***
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people have commented there.
After three hours of meetings, I went downtown to the office (from 168th down to Chambers on the A) and didn't have a moment to myself all afternoon. I didn't even open LJ in a tab, let alone look at it. It was a two-iced-latte day. Let me put it to you this way - most of the time, I only allow myself to have an iced latte once every two weeks (because 1. I'm not supposed to have caffeine, and 2. I'm not supposed to spend money on specialty coffee beverages), but today I sucked two medium iced lattes down like the universe depended on it. They were so good, too. Sigh.
I fear it's going to be more of the same in the next few weeks. Not the lattes - my wallet and my stomach can't afford that. The craziness at work. Sigh.
***
I enjoyed last night's Treme. Did Lester Albert kill that kid who stole his tools? How hardcore is he, man? That was scary. His son is hot.
I also really enjoy Bunk Antoine. "There's pride on Bourbon St." Heh. "A gig is not a job."
I think I'm going to have to try to make some icons.
And then Michael Trucco was on Castle! Anders! Sparring with Beckett! Max Medina as a crooked cop! Francie from Alias as the dead guy's wife! Fandoms colliding everywhere! (All I could think was that Nathan Fillion and Katee Sackhoff starred in some straight-to-dvd (I think?) horror movie a couple of years ago (I have screencaps to prove it!), so it was only fair that Anders got to spar with Beckett, as Castle got to hook up with Starbuck. Everything comes back to Starbuck in the end. Heh.)
"You're my partner! That means we're together until the wheels come off!" Ryan/Esposito! The show is shipping them hardcore! Though they added Castle in as an honorary partner. Oddly enough, that is not a threesome I'm actually interested in seeing. (Esposito/Ryan/Lanie, otoh... or Esposito/Ryan/Beckett..mmmhmmm...)
Anders and Beckett sparring was HOTTASTIC.
Also, I liked the Casablanca references in this ep, though there was another movie referenced as well that I'm totally blanking on now. Huh. Ah well, I enjoy it, but it's not a show that sticks in my head after it's over.
***
Today's poem:
Us
There are so many of us in New York, you know.
We're the ones in bed early, with mud masks on our face
and dozens of unused candles around the room.
Hypnotized, we dive into potato chip bags
and keep eating until Ted Koppel's finished talking about
whatever he's talking about.
Birthdays aren't a big deal.
We try not to make a fuss because every year
we get closer to 30,
closer to not having, never having
the husband and baby
we swore we'd have by now.
We organize our closets,
make pesto,
hem skirts,
keep a journal
and read - a lot.
We have rented every goddamn movie at Blockbuster.
We walk by Baby Gap
and get a pain in our chest.
We start looking at our best friends and think,
hey, why not
- at least I know what she likes in bed.
We know how to make really good chili
but it always tastes funny when we eat it alone.
We sneeze and there is no one to bless us.
The hardest part is the music,
the songs that pour out of elevators and taxis,
with voices that crawl between our ears and say
This one's about you, babe.
This one's all about you.
~Nicole Blackman
***
Oh! Last night I dreamt that RDJ was either my professor or my beta, because he showed up at my apartment (which was very different from my real apartment, and also cleaner. sigh.) with a sheaf of papers and was like, "You're a good writer!" and then he handed me the papers back and they were COVERED in red ink. Like, from margin to margin. But apparently he wouldn't have wasted the time telling me what was wrong if he didn't think I could get better. Also, he thought I should paint the walls of my (dream) apartment periwinkle.
I don't even know.
***
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people have commented there.