It’s a strange thing to have a job where you don’t spend more than one or two days straight in one office. I guess that’s how salespeople work, but having never been a salesperson, I’ve had no experience with it. Not to say I don’t like it, but I’m looking forward to spending two days in a row at my main office, getting all my stuff organized from the conference and catching up on my internet gossip.
Wha? Britney’s pregnant? Now that’s scary, someone who takes marriage so very seriously that she gets married and then divorced, ahem, annulled less than 24-hours later. What happens when the warm glow of the insta-family wears off and she’s actually changing diapers and being responsible for another life? Will she stop smoking and walking around barefoot in truck stop restrooms? Um, ew. Maybe the baby’s theme song will be, “Oops, I Did It Again,” as it spirals into the abyss of Hollywood kids with really messed up famous parents.
You go Tom Waits. You have and will always kick ass. Especially for that one great memory I have of you spreading fairy dust all over the stage the last time I saw you live. Big Black Mariah, all right!
I found this on bookninja.com today. A woman has read all of the Oprah Book Club books and then written a book herself about the experience of reading them. Um, considering the entire world read the Oprah Books is this book really necessary? And the last book about reading books I tried to read was Alberto Manguel’s A Reading Diary and it was terribly boring.