One new thing - I got a card made out of that really rough textured recycled paper. Except apparently it has flower seeds embedded in it, and you're supposed to soak it and bury it and eventually you get flowers. Weird - anyone seen this? Does it work?
That sounds cool! I've always liked the handmade paper cards, and this does double duty.
I'm going to be glad when the World Series is over and Bones comes back on and saves me from watching Jericho. I've moved away from the horror (well, cause there was really none this week) and am bored with the idea of a show about survivalismitis. Theoretically. But Bones will be back, so I don't have to ponder that.
I think I just like Skeet. I never would have thought I would, but I can't figure out why else I'm watching.
There were
horsies!
(It was all very
Little House on the Prairie
at the end, wasn't it?)
Except apparently it has flower seeds embedded in it, and you're supposed to soak it and bury it and eventually you get flowers. Weird - anyone seen this? Does it work?
I got one as a wedding favor, cut in the shape of a butterfly. We haven't tried planting it yet, because we are lazy that way.
It was all very at the end, wasn't it?
Lord, yes. With all those straw hats! The wardrobe choices for the extras were goofy.
DebetEsse --
Megan, the only time I was happy tonight was when I got the ASL joke.
Oh, oh, what was it? I think I recognize, like, one in 10 signs, which is just enough to feel frustrated.
As someone who's watched a lot of very bad television by choice, I don't know why anyone would watch Jericho unless they were paid to do so. It's so bad, and so earnest in its badness. I did like John Rogers's comment that it's the best show from 1988. Not as much as I liked Ellis saying it was retarded, of course.
As someone who's watched a lot of very bad television by choice, I don't know why anyone would watch Jericho unless they were paid to do so. It's so bad, and so earnest in its badness. I did like John Rogers's comment that it's the best show from 1988. Not as much as I liked Ellis saying it was retarded, of course.
Actually, Strega, I want to thank you for your recaps, as they made me realize just how bad it was, and so pull the plug early.
Hee, thank you! And you're welcome!
A
Nerve
article on the sex/dating habits of the powerful in Washington DC.: [link] Despite being in
Nerve,
it's worksafe.
At one fancy dinner, a campaign manager started flirting with me and telling me how much he'd liked my recent appearance on a network news show. And by way of flirting, he said, "Do you want to meet Ted Kennedy?" I said, "Sure," and as he's leading me over to Ted Kennedy, he says, "So you'll have dinner with me, right?" I realized what a transaction it all was. As it turned out, it was good that I met Ted Kennedy. He was really nice to me. He knew my work. But then I was faced with this dinner. It just seemed weird, this currency of introductions and dinner.
...
When I was leaving New York for D.C., this banker friend of mine said, "Don't move to Washington. It's all about power. It's not like it is in New York, where it's all about money." It's true. At least in New York people know why they're doing things: to get rich and famous. In D.C., they are motivated by these constantly shifting power dynamics, always trying to get to the top. And it's not like you can just look at your W-2s to know where you stand. You have to be ever-vigilant about who's important from one day to the next, and get close to those people. It means having sex is not a high priority.
...
But for the most part, people don't really want to sleep with you. They just want to show you off. This Bush appointee invited me into his office during a meeting just so his staff would see me in his office. He didn't really want to have an affair with me. He just wanted people to think he was. I had to watch this staffer he was meeting with feel the humiliation, thinking his boss had brought his mistress in. It feels lousy. As a woman, you don't want to be for show.
