I’ve just been tagged by DevilWoman. I don’t usually play, but DW is hilarious and I’m a huge list maker. Also, I’m feeling rather aggressive today; and I’ve found it’s best not to write memoir type entries when in the throws of anger. Or restless irritation. So here we are. Quirks and things. A tag.
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I’ve just finished watching The Holiday. Kate Winslet is lovely. But I can’t bring myself to care for Cameron Diaz and I find Jude Law incredibly pompous and irritating – in spite of that rather touching display of affection in his penultimate scene. I would have turned it off, Winslet notwithstanding, were it not for
Yesterday I checked that email address I never check – and I’m glad of it. Amidst all the annoying chain letters, the phentermine and porn spam, I had a note from the lovely Dina. The food blogess and publishing girl sent me an email re: Gather.com’s First Chapters Writing Competition. It’s being promoted as something
My turn. Because Oprah said to… If you really knew me, you would know I think I’m fat. Not just fat. Obese. Morbidly so. I have since I was nine. I sometimes see photos of myself and think “No way that’s me. That person looks normal. Not like Jabba the Hut. Not like me.” I’ve
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It’s funny how you meet your other. I don’t mean the one you have babies with. The one you vow to love and adore and never leave. I mean your other other. The person that’s so much like you they could be you if you weren’t around to do it yourself. I met Mallorie when
“I could read his prose on salary, but not Jane’s. Jane is entirely impossible. It seems a great pity that they allowed her to die a natural death. Everytime I read ‘Pride and Prejudice’ I want to dig her up and beat her over the skull with her own shin-bone.” –Mark Twain
Traditionally made, seasonal, fresh cheese makes me sick – as a dog. I love it and eat it anyway. Slabs of it. Throw in some red, a few grapes and a nice thick finger of fruit cake, and who cares about migraines or Christmas dinner? It made me fat in college. Not real fat, but
Just a quickie, and not really a blog post at all, just a yikes! type thing. Dunno how I missed it – must have been all that quivering and avarice – whatever – but Judith Regan got sacked on Friday. The original story went something like this: HarperCollins let the slugger go none too ceremoniously
Christmas trees and lights, his mother’s ornaments – long, fat and Victorian – wreaths of garland and holly berry winding around door frames and banisters. Wrapping paper and bells jingle belling. Nat King Cole. Warmed mince pies covered in brandy butter – the kind that clears your head. Sparkling wine and sherry in thick little
