Snark on 11
All right, I said others who were smarter and wiser and more educated than me would surely write smart and reflective things about a ceremony I couldn't be bothered to watch.
I was wrong.
Cintra Wilson wrote a nasty little bitch piece about the Oscars which even one who is a snark-lover such as myself found a bit disturbing. Seriously, dial it back and if you hate the damn thing then just switch over the Food Network or the Cartoon Network like I did.
She is right about one thing -- her assessment of Tom Cruise is dead on. He's the stuff of nightmares, despite whatever Rosie O'Donnell may say.
Good snark
So Salon isn't totally a bust because Heather Havrilesky wrote a great piece about the Oscars -- kinda the average Jane's view of the extravaganza. She had much better snark going and plus Heather is very clever and has a very lovely little site called the rabbit blog.
Pooper wars
Dana kitty was a cat that I kinda inherited from my roommates in college. We all agreed to get a cat, but I didn't think I'd end up with her after graduation. A few days after graduation my other roommates moved out and I realized that Dana was still in the house.
She was like, "What the hell are you still doing here?"
"What the hell are you still doing here?" I asked.
"You know...hanging," she replied in our mythical conversation.
"Dammit. I'm going to have to take you with me." So I packed her in the car with my other crap and moved across town to a horrible apartment on the corner of Crack Avenue.
And that imaginary exchange sums up most of my relationship with Dana Kitty - or Pooper, as she's known around the homestead. Anyway, I thought of this today because I bothered to re-visit My Cat Hates You.
It's weird.
The Eyes Have it
I've got a floater. Nope, not a floating kneecap, but a floater on "the jelly part of your eye that helps to keep the shape of the eye" as my optometrist said. I was just relieved to hear that I wasn't going blind. Apparently this is a totally normal thing that everyone has I'm just overly aware of it because it's in my right eye and I'm right eye dominant. Weird huh? I'm right eyed!
She also encouraged me to dump my beloved Daily Wear contact lenses and switch to disposable. She basically shamed me into it -- she said I was practically the last person in North America not using disposable lenses.
God, I'm such an early adopter of technology -- it's like she just found out I'm using a Wang or something. Anyway, I'm getting on horribly with the disposables. No wonder people want to throw them away! I swear that one of them has ruined my left eye. You know I use that eye.
I go back next week to see "how I'm doing" and to find out what the hell I've done to my eyeball.
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