Teh Aweome:
Loading up on supplies for the First Ever Central Booking Feed and Read. Suzan’s been a tremendous help. I have a really wonderful girfriend.
Where have I been?
Where have I been? The police station, the autobody shop, a wedding and sick in bed. No blogging for days. Sorry, dear reader(s). I’m back now
Mystery Tourist:
Oh so that’s who this is (thanks Justin).
Color Me Learning:
I woke early today and spent the last two hours participating in Dollarshort.org’s Coloring Contest. I’ll never in my wildest fantasies have my picture submitted by the November 1 deadline but I don’t care. I’m using this as an opportunity to learn Photoshop, a skill I should probably have in my quiver by now.
So I getting smarter, one pixel at a time.
Your “Issue” Movie:
I went to the monthly dinner of ex-employees of the Film Yard Video store, my first job in San Francisco and heard perhaps the greatest movie question ever: What movie did you see, know was a great film, but hated because of your own issues? My answer: Diner.
Oprah v. Franken, More:
I wrote about Oprah v. Franzen in my column this week, digging a bit deeper into their childish behavior and why his getting yanked from the show was probably inevitable.
Frowning Franzen:
Jonathan Franzen, whose novel The Corrections is Oprah’s Pick this month has been uninvited from the show, after making some nasty remarks about O and her brethren. I think they’re both acting like children.
Learning Dreamweaver:
I really need to learn learning how this Dreamweaver thing works. It’s depressing to read so many well designed blogs each day and think of how similar mine looks to so many others. I know it’s supposed to be about the content. I’m just having envy.
Member of the Media:
Now that I’m, like, a member of the media and all that, I suppose I’m entitled to attend events thrown by Media Bisto, which I did this evening. Ran into one of my officemates from the Grotto (Connie, thanks for being you) and saw the back of Alan Deutchman’s head. Even though I could say truthfully that, yes, I write book reviews for the Chronicle and yes, I publish a content-heavy Web site that’s still alive, a little lesion on my confidence makes me wait for some goateed fellow named Kirk who started writing for Vanity Fair at 13, to say “Hey, kid, go home. This is for real writers.”
Insecurity, what would I be without you?
Road Trip Yearning:
I need to take more road trips. There’s too much cool stuff out there.