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The mandatory Brokeback Mountain post (after viewing)

Are you kidding? I’m not saying anything about this film. Everyone with fingers and an Internet connection has already said it all. However, what I want to know is, does content from Live Journal ever make it into search engines? If so, please let me use the term “Ferrari salesman” as much as possible. Here’s why.
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Tim and I share an Aha! moment

When you decide to make a trip to Walgreen’s at 4:30 a.m., sometimes you have flashes of insight that are either brilliant or too obscure for anyone else to appreciate. While discussing a certain 100% heterosexual celebrity, Tim and I were struck by the odd similarities between his life and Tony Polar’s.

How many people get that reference? Anyone? Anyone?

No more wire hangers!

In all actuality, I wish I could be more like Joan Crawford. (“Who doesn’t beat their kids?”–Evie Harris) At least as she was portrayed by Faye Dunaway in Mommie Dearest. Because then I’d have a clean house.

There was a time in my life–a very unhappy time–when I kept an immaculate house. Now I just have a lived-in house. VERY lived in. Now I do what I can do when I can do it. When I’m writing, things go untended. Which is bad, because if they go too untended, I can’t write. I can ignore the layer of dust on top of the refrigerator, since I can’t see it, but if things get cluttered and I can see the clutter, I start getting edgy.

Since I’ve hit another writing block (not writer’s block, which I don’t believe in, but just a point when I have to mull things over for a while), I figure it’s time to deal with some of those jobs left undone. Bank statements. Filing away last year’s paperwork. Sending out those cards for January birthdays that have passed. (Sorry.) Finishing my fourth quarter tax stuff in preparation for turning over one of life’s messiest jobs to the accountant. Trying to figure out where the hell that iTunes gift card is. (Do those things expire?)

I’m giving myself three hours to get my house in order.

Confidential to Lisa in Iowa

Before I start this entry…

Whenever I say “confidential to…” or read the same title in Tim’s LJ, it makes me laugh. How pathetic is that? Clearly, I’m just one step away from watching and extolling the virtues of movies like Dumb & Dumber. Which I haven’t seen, so maybe it’s brilliant.

Okay, one other digression. Why don’t I like Jim Carrey when he’s trying to be funny? Because over all, when he brings it down a notch or twenty, I think he’s talented. But when he’s consciously funny, it’s in that Jerry Lewis way that makes me want to slap him. I wonder what they think of Jim Carrey in France?

Lisa, you asked about the novel I’m working on. It’s a departure for me, because the main character is a straight woman. Since I am a straight woman, this should be a snap, right? It’s not. Mainly because it’s a Christmas romance about a woman in her twenties. Of course, since I perpetuate the myth that I’m 35, that part shouldn’t be too much of a stretch. However, I have a love/hate relationship with Christmas. And with romance, for that matter. But I’m making that work for me in the story. So far, though, no way to work the camels in, dammit. It’ll be out the end of this year, so you can bet when I’m sure of the title and other details, I’ll be posting about it nonstop on here.