Roger Waters, Bill Murray, MySpace and Me

So I caved and joined the millions on MySpace. I figure if everyone else is on there, why not me? It'll give me exposure, another place to procrastinate, and new friends across the globe. How could I go wrong?

But wait, Daisy Dexter Dobbs has 800+ friends. I have, um, none. Fall Out Boy has 1.5 million friends. I have, um, none. And God only knows how many friends Frank from down-the-street has--but I can be sure it's more than I do. Because I have, um, none.

The last three days have been spent in linking and clicking and unabashed begging. Will you be my friend? I feel sorta like Meredith Grey begging McDreamy to pick her. In short, I've been transported back to High School.

What a great way to start the new year.

Despondency was setting in until this morning when Roger Waters accepted my invitation to be friends. So did Bill Murray. Nevermind that they accepted 76 other people today, they accepted me! I feel like the coolest kid on the planet. Sure they might really be unwashed men in torn T-shirts, smoking stogies and scratching their balls as they gleefully sign-up to be Richard Gere on MySpace. But hey, can 135,678 people really be wrong?

Don't answer that.

Happy 2007 to all my friends, new or not, famous or not. Even you--the stogie smokin' Roger Waters Impersonator. May all your fantasies come true!

Happy 2007!

Merry Christmas, the whole Christmas Season!

Meme, a name I call myself

I did this meme about a year ago and wanted to see if anything had changed. Not much had. And I'm still wearing the same outfit! Kinda sad yet comforting at the same time.

Three screen names that you've had: HouseSprite, The Bat Dame, Coatochrome

Three things you like about yourself: I’m a good listener, funny and a good mom.

Three things you don't like about yourself: I’m a vain, occasionally cold-hearted social misfit.

Three parts of your heritage: The French part is hot, the German part is cold, and the Scottish part hates panties under skirts.

Three things that scare you: violence, fanatics, clitorectomies

Three of your everyday essentials: Diet Dr. Pepper, good foundation garments, iced coffee

Three things you are wearing right now: pink hoody, blue sweats, pink VS bra

Three of your favorite songs: Another Brick in The Wall, More Than This, Talk To The Animals

Three things you want in a relationship: Laughter, interest, playful sex.

Two truths and a lie: I wrote a syndicated newspaper column. I was a radio weather girl. I dated a TV personality.

Three things you can't live without: My brain cells.

Three places you want to go on vacation: Queensland, Prague, Brussels

Three things you just can't do: go a week without a nap, achieve clear skin and find an illicit lover.

Three kids names: What. The. Fuck?

Three things you want to do before you die: live abroad, have one of my books made into a movie, be alive when they find a preventative for hangovers.

Three celeb crushes: I don't really like celebrities.

Three of your favorite musicians: Pink Floyd, Fall Out Boy, Green Day.

Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to you: Eyes, good posture, appreciation of me

Three of your favorite hobbies: napping, collecting airline stuff, obsessively checking web stats.

Three things you really want to do badly right now: Fly to Luzerne, ride my Vespa to the lake and have a beer.

Three careers you're considering/you've considered: airline pilot, veterinarian, archeologist.

Three ways that you are stereotypically a boy: I fall asleep after sex, guard my emotions and hate girl talk

Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl: skincare, nice clothes, hair pride.

Three people that I would like to see post this meme: Moe, Larry and Curly. But somehow, I don't think they will.

The Masters Among Us

I think it's important to make sure the children are exposed to cutting edge genius, the artists who shaped and defined the world in their time. For them to taste greatness and want to achieve it for themselves, whether it be in conquering the world, or just their tiny corner of it.

As ya'll know, I've taken the children to see Roger Waters, encouraged them to read Nancy Drew and To Kill A Mockingbird, and danced with them to Classical Thunder--the Time-Life Collection of magnificent overtures by the classical music masters. They've seen Star Wars and Jaws, Indiana Jones and It's a Wonderful Life. They have a cd by Pavarotti, "Opera for Kids" (no one listens to it, but it's wonderful and it's available should they be interested). And those are just top-of-the-head examples. There are many others I'm too lazy to list.

In keeping with this inch-along, lifetime theme of "Greats", this Christmas I bought Twilight Zone--The Complete, Definitive Collection, and The Honeymooners Classic 39 in DVD.

It's astonishing how many Greats are out there! Humans are a busy bunch! It will indeed take a lifetime just to cover the "oldies" forget about the newbies. Although *smug smile alert* this morning I snagged four tickets to Fall Out Boy.

If you have/want/had kids what artists would you expose them to? Who do you think is the best example of his/her genre? Who would you label as a Master Among Us?

Turgid Onion

Ok, the Smart Bitches found this first, but it was too good not to post here too.

I love The Onion.

Amazon review and other crap

Layover just got it's FIRST customer review on Amazon. And here I thought all the buzz had died down. That'll show me!

Yeah, yeah, I know I was supposed to report on the party the other night, but, truth is, I got nuthin' to report. Talked to a friend in another room all night so I have no idea how the gift exchange went.

Child number one got her braces off today. God she looks pretty. Wahhhh!

I've officially returned to my earlier writing process--the one that needs interruptions, stress, and disjointment. As they say, these things evolve. I say they go in circles. Whatever. I just wish my process would communicate the need for a change rather than let me beat the bushes to find what works.

If anyone who reads my blog reads others you'll know why I NEVER say anything that could be construed as an opinion. The bitch-slapping looks like a Hands Down free-for-all across the 'net, with Readers 103, Authors 0.

Oy.

~Signing out to write. Books. It's the only safe activity for authors these days.

The Origin of Frasier

Television writer supreme,Ken Levine has one of the best, most consistently entertaining blogs on the 'net. This week his guest blogger, Peter Casey, provided the untold story of the creation and casting of one of the best shows on television, Frasier. Be sure to scroll down to the first installment and treat yourself to a wonderful read!

Tomorrow I'll tell you all about tonight, our annual Neighborhood Ladies Gift Exchange. We gather, get raging drunk, exchange anonymous gifts and then steal them from each other. My contribution this year is a complete library of Ann Wesley Hardin books and assorted promo material. We'll see how well that goes over!

And while you're going merrily along, take a sec to thank a homesick soldier