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Product endorsements I've been wanting to make, but since I have not been posting, I haven't: those tissues with Vicks in them -- I swear, I would wear Vicks as a perfume if I could, j'adore!; ShiBui sock yarn; generic Target-branded spanx tights -- not crotchless as the originals (SEXY control undergarments, ooh!) but still; strawberry Whoppers (hence why I need the spanx tights); Soak wool wash; Nars Viridiana lipstick; and the wonder of Sonicare (probably my favorite Christmas present).

Several items, in brief:

1) I think Mr. P & I are going to rustle up a posse and go to the Richard Cheese show at Webster Hall in June.  All interested parties may email me to reserve space in our entourage!

2) Somone who shall remain nameless phoned me this weekend to discuss the proper execution of tights-with-sandals.  I think that today's Style section should serve to validate all I said and more!

Nothing folks like to do more than destroy, right?  Well said, Jezzes!

Since I dropped out of talking to y'all, I never did my year end list of books I read in 2007.  It was a sorta iffy year for reading on my part, since a lot of my reading time is contingent on having good weather so I can sit outside and "tan."  (That's funny only if you have actually seen my paleness in person -- men have gone blind from the reflection off my legs!)

Here's what I read in 2007, that I can remember: Sacred Games (Vikram Chandra); Lunar Park (Bret Easton Ellis); Bright Lights Big City (again! Jay McInerney); Hey Nostradamous (Douglas Coupland); Winter's Tale (Mark Helprin); The Emperor's Children (Claire Messud); After Dark (Haruki Murakami); Special Topics in Calamity Physics (Marisha Pessl); Marie Antoinette: The Journey (Antonia Fraser); Heat (Bill Buford); Careless Love: The Unmaking of Elvis Presley (Peter Guralnick); The Audacity of Hope (Barack Obama); The Blind Side (Michael Lewis); I Am America (And So Can You!) (Stephen Colbert); Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows (J.K. Rowling); The Golden Compass, The Subtle Knife and The Amber Spyglass (Philip Pullman); The Family That Couldn't Sleep: A Medical Mystery (D.T. Max).

(Thoughts on the books after the jump...)

Here's why I don't write about politics any more, people: look where it gets you!  Some insane fucktards spamming your LJ with Barackaganda.  As an Obama voter, it makes me embarassed to be in such company.  Sometimes I wish I had voted for Hillary out of spite.

Oh, I had this really brilliant revelation about parking spaces today, when I was in a parking space myself, but I forgot it as soon as I got out of said parking space.  See why keeping up here is going to be hard for me?  My brain has other things to do, apparently.

This weekend I watched Across the Universe.  Oh man, what a shitty movie. 

I feel a bit uncomfortable hating it so much, really, the same way I feel uncomfortable not really being that into Hillary Clinton being the Democratic nominee.  I mean, I love both Julie Taymor and Hillary for being badass ladies in industries dominated by men, and I really loathe the sexism that abounds in criticism of them both from unforgivibly banal (usually male) pundits.  And I don't want anyone else to say bad things about them, it makes me suspicious to hear someone say something even remotely fresh about them.  But at the end of the day?  If I am really evaluating them on the merits of their most recent work?  I have to give them a thumbs down.

Hmm, is that really the way I want to get back into the swing of maintaining this weblog thingamabob?  Well, yanno, I have had these random thoughts that I thought, "Oooh, I could put that on Pinktalk!" a lot, but then when I sit down to do it real quick, I think, "Oh fuck, I have to explain where I have been and that's going to be all this talky-talk drama shit, and maybe I should just wait until I have some blazingly brilliant revelation instead of just typing up some shit about how OMG, I can't help but feel that Bret Michaels is more serious about finding love than Flavor Flav, or what I thought about the adaptation of Northanger Abbey last month or whatevs."  But the problem is, I am never going to come up with some brilliant thing to say, and really, it's sort of pointless to wait until then.

Here's a short list of what I have been doing since last month though: working a ridiculous lot; developing an allergy to talking on the phone; seeing my girls; knitting socks; going on trips upstate (one of which took us to the CIA, OMGz, awesome!); getting obsessed with the color yellow; watching Mr. Pink play Bioshock; eating diner food; reading those architecture-and-sex Ken Follett books even though I am completely aware that they made me significantly stupider afterwards; drinking Coke Zero (may contain crack cocaine?); going to Target to pick up cat litter, fake milk and trash bags; teasing Stephen about the Giants and then having to take it all back; planning to go places on Sunday mornings (church, the early matinee at the nice GSP movie theater, PS1) and then never getting up in time to go; enjoying garlic; trying to overcome my inertia about vacation planning; giving people advice; dicking around on Ravelry; and drinking coffee.