You're a hair, Liz Lemon.
Welcome to Friday night, in which I'm caught between wanting to be a literary sponge and then a literary genius (wanting to read the entire stack of New Yorkers from my bathroom floor in one go and then magically transform into the spirit of Sarah Vowell), and being utterly and completely brainless (wondering whether I can handle watching Arrested Development and searching for new icons at the same time, or if that's just too much, especially if I think about throwing in the half-pint of blackberry sorbet I've got waiting in the fridge. Crazy times, these!).
Speaking of Arrested Development, I take back my statement that Tobias is my favorite character. I've moved on and now have an intense but totally non-sexual crush on Lucille Ostero. Liza Minelli! Brownish and pointy! That was clearly someone's brilliant, drunken/middle-of-the-night casting impulse. LOVE. Also, did anybody else ever watch Alia Shawkat on the old ABCFamily show State of Grace, with Mae Whitman? Old schooool, man. I loved that show. Anyway, hilarity all around.
And I'm so happy that this week's 30 Rock was "The Head and the Hair," which is possibly my favorite episode ever. It's what made me fall in love with Liz Lemon in the first place. It's making me want to listen to girl rock and wear my glasses and read witty, modern work by witty, modern women (but then there's the whole brainlessness issue, so....likely not).
And speaking of witty, modern work by witty, modern women (smooooth!), I just finished my post-Potter palate-cleanser, Sarah Vowell's Take the Cannoli, which I pretty much adored. How can I get her job? Do I have to know things about American history? Because, frankly, I think my junior-year AP US History left me dumber than I was before. I wonder if that's a problem (for reasons other than the obvious)? Anyway, she's got me on an essays kick, so I think I'm going to dip into the enormous, beautiful copy of The Portable Dorothy Parker that I finally, finally bought with a gift card a few weeks ago. I wouldn't actually call it "portable," but I guess that's the publisher's problem, not mine. Someday, when I'm ready for something with plot and characters, I think East of Eden and the Haruki Murakami novel The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle are going to have to fight it out for next dibs. (Also, Harry Potter has reintroduced me to the sensation of reading for hours at a time, and I am thankful. And I have suddenly discovered my back yard, and what a nice place it is for reading after work, even though it's basically a patch of dirt with a table, chairs, and a barbecue. Woot for privacy in the outdoors!)
Also, I really, really want someone to write a Craigslist missed connection about me.
That is all. I do believe it's time for some Arrested Development and sorbet (no icons) before bed, where I will try to undo my new bad habit of sleeping through Saturday morning crew practice.
Speaking of Arrested Development, I take back my statement that Tobias is my favorite character. I've moved on and now have an intense but totally non-sexual crush on Lucille Ostero. Liza Minelli! Brownish and pointy! That was clearly someone's brilliant, drunken/middle-of-the-night casting impulse. LOVE. Also, did anybody else ever watch Alia Shawkat on the old ABCFamily show State of Grace, with Mae Whitman? Old schooool, man. I loved that show. Anyway, hilarity all around.
And I'm so happy that this week's 30 Rock was "The Head and the Hair," which is possibly my favorite episode ever. It's what made me fall in love with Liz Lemon in the first place. It's making me want to listen to girl rock and wear my glasses and read witty, modern work by witty, modern women (but then there's the whole brainlessness issue, so....likely not).
And speaking of witty, modern work by witty, modern women (smooooth!), I just finished my post-Potter palate-cleanser, Sarah Vowell's Take the Cannoli, which I pretty much adored. How can I get her job? Do I have to know things about American history? Because, frankly, I think my junior-year AP US History left me dumber than I was before. I wonder if that's a problem (for reasons other than the obvious)? Anyway, she's got me on an essays kick, so I think I'm going to dip into the enormous, beautiful copy of The Portable Dorothy Parker that I finally, finally bought with a gift card a few weeks ago. I wouldn't actually call it "portable," but I guess that's the publisher's problem, not mine. Someday, when I'm ready for something with plot and characters, I think East of Eden and the Haruki Murakami novel The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle are going to have to fight it out for next dibs. (Also, Harry Potter has reintroduced me to the sensation of reading for hours at a time, and I am thankful. And I have suddenly discovered my back yard, and what a nice place it is for reading after work, even though it's basically a patch of dirt with a table, chairs, and a barbecue. Woot for privacy in the outdoors!)
Also, I really, really want someone to write a Craigslist missed connection about me.
That is all. I do believe it's time for some Arrested Development and sorbet (no icons) before bed, where I will try to undo my new bad habit of sleeping through Saturday morning crew practice.