Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?
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Wednesday, January 21, 2004 The Pitch: It's like Kal Ho Naa Ho meets Miller's Crossing! Greetings from Domesticityville. Things are going, from what I can tell, pretty great. Although I still feel a bit like a feral cat taken in from the wild, antsy and ill-behaved, Edi doesn't seem to mind, or is super-patient. It's been odd because today's been the first day I've been at home and she hasn't--a lot of her projects are taking time to come together, so she's been the one hanging around the house while I've been out working. I remember when we were moving I thought I'd have a lot of time to myself here, and was kind of looking forward to it just because, you know, that was pretty much the default for the last twenty years of my life.Turns out it sucks. Apart from the warm feeling that came from some successful food shopping in the middle of the day, it seems like I did nothing today except nap and play virtual strip poker. And I don't even like virtual strip poker. I'll have another shot at it tomorrow, and hopefully get a bit more done. I have to--there's laundry piling up (mainly mine--turns out I go through clothes and accessories like some sort of hairy, gimpy Barbie doll. Who knew?) and a Fanboy Rampage to write. It would help if the days were longer or brighter. Edi and I went out for a walk on Monday afternoon and it looked like fuckin' pre-dawn out there. It's sacrilegiously self-absorbed to bitch about the cold, dark days when people are freezin' their motherfuckin' asses out in NYC and elsewhere but you know what--I'm really not digging these cold dark days. Actually, I kind of like them when I'm with Edi because then it's kind of romantic, in a morbid "we're the last two people on Earth" kind of way. But when I'm alone in this ultra-drafty apartment, it kind of sucks. Oh, and the title of the entry? The last two good films I saw--maybe when I've got more moxie, I'll talk about them and the kinda lame one (Cold Mountain) and the absolutely soul-killingly lousy one (Line of Control). posted by Jeff | 5:40 PM | Wednesday, January 07, 2004 The Pitch: It's Like Raiders of the Lost Ark meets 28 Days Later! More or less domestic bliss day, as I unloaded box after box after motherfucking box of books and put them on my bookshelves, and Edi did chores and also ventured into the world. I thought it might be kind of weird, waking up Wed. morning and neither of us knowing what we were going to be doing with the day but actually it was pretty cool. Slept in, read the paper, made breakfast...Yes, all would be well if not for the diet. The brain-killing, stomach attacking diet. I am glad I'm on it. I need to be on it. One of the signs that I need to be on it is the fact that even though i'm eating a decent amount of healthy food, I am hungrier than a brain-craving zombie, even on days like today where the most strenuous thing I did was lift a box of magazines. My stomach must have been so insanely enlarged (or else I am hysterically susceptible to sugestion) because I have been hungry, easily for the majority of the day. I was hungry when I started writing this post, not hungry by the time I started the paragraph and now I am hungry again. It's kinda odd making the jump to the diet just as I move in with Edi--particularly since the good ol' George Foreman grill, which I've wanted for years now, arrived just today. (As much as I love the old roomies at Paris, there was no way I was gonna share a Foreman Grill with them. It never would have been available and it never would have been clean.) After the delicious dinner Edi made, I was so excited by the GFG, I grilled some peppers for us to eat. I'm thinking of making salmon burgers tomorrow for lunch--it's a very exciting thing for me, since I'd like to be able to cook for us and this seems just the trick for someone with no cooking skills whatsoever. But, like I said, kind of odd (and also a bummer) since I can't grill some peanut butter and banana sandwiches, and really go to town on the Salmon and stuff. Or it would be a bummer if the last month or two of '03 hadn't been a calvacade of high eating for me. Believe me, if you had seen all the food I put away in just the last week of December, you wouldn't pity me a bit right now. Hell, I don't even pity me: I just have a stomach that makes a noise like an just-unclogged sink whenever I type the phrase "grilled peanut butter and banana sandwich." So, overall... a really cool day. But so very unlike any other Wednesday I've had in my entire life. But that's probably a good thing, right? posted by Jeff | 8:51 PM | Tuesday, January 06, 2004 The Pitch: Rest In Peace, Anita. This shows how out of touch I've been. Anita Mui died last week of cervical cancer. She was 40. What god-damned tragedy. She was a great actress and presence in Hong Kong movies and will be greatly missed.posted by Jeff | 8:27 AM | |
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