Note to self: never park until an enormous fig tree in August. Especially don't do it with a rental car...
In other news, I spent much of the day in the sun making useful work connections, and got to tour a project site and now I'm camped out in the hotel bar writing a story and drinking a $3 glass of pinot grigio. Life could be worse.
Can you define yourself with six songs? [link]
Our pay-by-honor-system coffee machine at work is going away. So people started leaving flowers and notes on it today to express their sadness: [link]
Can someone ask Bret Easton Ellis if he would need Christian Bale to be a murderer to star in American Psycho: [link] ?
Why is he tweeting his opinion anyway? He's not even writing the script.
His comments about Bomer are absurd and offensive, but I'm boggled by him wanting the job so badly. It's a piece of garbage. Didn't he used to be a young literary artiste?
Wow, he's surprisingly into 50 Shades of Grey.
And an ass.
I guess I'm more surprised by the first, somehow, but that's some impressive assiness.
Ugh, Bret Easton Ellis. Get LOST.
-t, I totally agree. I can see him wanting the screenwriting gig, because, hey, why not cash in. But the ass-kissing given he didn't get the gig? Even if he's as stupid as he's proving himself, he can't
actually
think it's the biggest novel of all time. And I despise pointless inflation, especially in the hands of a fucking wordsmith.
Wow, he's surprisingly into 50 Shades of Grey.
And an ass.
I guess I'm more surprised by the first, somehow, but that's some impressive assiness.
I've long been aware of the second, but knowing the first fills me with a gleefully malicious sense of superiority.
Wow, eighties nostalgia really is in right now.
And I think he did it with Rielle Hunter, too.
Unless I'm confusing him with McInerney, cause I always have.(/writer cattiness)