Famous among dozens
1. I was reading a New Yorker article about an entomologist who used to roll her hair up in the car window when she was driving while sleepy so that her hair would jerk her awake if she fell asleep at the wheel.
2. Alice’s correspondence with age Four and a Half will hurt you with its brilliance. Read it, and do not stop until you get to the bit about Obi-Wan Kenobi.
I just splashed water on my face without removing my glasses, and moments later I tried to eat the pen in my left hand while holding a banana in my right.
Last night I dreamt that a bald man was chasing me, intent on slaughtering me for cannibalistic purposes.
phonophobia – fear of your own voice
eisotrophobia – fear of seeing yourself in the mirror
Suddenly I feel conspicuous ordering extra pickles for my hamburger.
Originally uploaded by MaggieMason.
For half an hour, I wandered around with my giant Cannon hanging off my neck. I took dozens of photos with a loud CHA-CHICK each time. As I aimed my lens at yet another bin of confections, the storekeeper said, “I’m sorry. I can’t allow you to take photos here.” I jerked up, my face burning, to find that she was actually talking to a woman who had just wandered in. The woman was aiming her tiny digital elf at friend who was grinning in front of a colorful gum display.
Clement Street, printed in the cement in childlike block letters:
“You are not my boyfriend.”
In case you hadn’t heard, Andrea and Matt had their little baby boy! Also, he’s incredibly gorgeous, and not in an “all babies are beautiful by definition” kind of way. Good genes, those superheroes.
Cameron Diaz gets Jude Law and Kate Winslet gets… Jack Black? Seriously, Hollywood? I understand that he’s supposed to be impishly charming, and winning, and etcetera, but Kate Winslet is lit from the inside. It seems to me that for a woman to play opposite a guy as good looking as Kate Winslet, they’d tell her to lose a hundred and fifty pounds and consider plastic surgery. (See Jude Law and Cameron Diaz.)
Gwar.
Update: I had a conversation with Bryan about this, and it made me realize (as did many of you) that I’d be about 100 times more likely to have a real-life crush on Jack Black than Jude Law. My issue isn’t that Jack Black isn’t a cutie pie, just that I can’t remember the last time I saw a movie where the girl wins a stunning guy on the basis of her awesomeness. In the few examples I can think of, the guy overcoming a woman’s lack of conventional hotness is a central plot point. In movies, awesomeness only seems to really count if you’re a boy, and that makes me want to punch something.
Mighty Girl 