Tuesday, December 10

Movies I always stop and watch (Robert Redford edition)

For whatever reason, whenever certain movies cross my screen, I must watch them. Is that Say Anything? I am now busy for the next two hours. Most of my other must-watch list would not be surprising to any reader of this blog (Some Kind of Wonderful, Reality Bites, Gone With the Wind, Working Girl -- the classics, people). But for some reason, I cannot not watch Three Days of the Condor. Is this the best Robert Redford movie ever? No. (Probably The Way We Were wins my vote for acting and Ordinary People for best Redford movie without an actual appearance by Bobby (and also wins as one of the saddest movies I absolutely fucking love). Sure, you bitches are going to be all, "But what about All the President's Men? Or The Sting? Or Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid? To which I will reply: Babs. And also, have you even seen This Property Is Condemned? And you didn't mention it? Shut it.) The point is this: I have no rational reason for loving Three Days of the Condor, and yet I do. It's eminently watchable. Is it Redford playing an out-of-his-league spy? Faye Dunaway being the weird photographer who is weirdly (not weirdly! Hello, he is Robert. Redford.) drawn to the Condor? I don't know. It just works, people. It just works.

Wednesday, February 6

Thursday, March 1

On writing

I ask myself all the time why I write for a living, because my process goes something like this:

Me: Sweet, I've got the interview all lined up. It's going to be awesome talking to her, she's so smart and talented. Shit, wait, she's so smart and talented, and she's going to think I'm an idiot. My questions are stupid. She's heard these a million times before. Her utter disdain will come arcing across the phone lines, and I will be paralyzed and stuttering with fear. Dammit.

[Interview happens.]

Me: Oh, man, that was awesome. She was so smart and talented, and I'm totally in awe of what she's done and what she's doing. She's killing it.

Me, slightly later: She's killing it, and I am a total loser. I can't write this. I can't do her justice. I'm the worst writer ever to commit words to the page. I should go hide in a cave.

Me, even later: Why am I a writer? I am not a writer, I am a sad, sad example of a human being, just waiting to be exposed as the awful, sorry excuse for a writer that I am.

[Writes the article.]

Me: I think that works! I'm only 200 words long. I am a writer!

[Waits for editorial feedback]

Me: I suck. I will never work again.

[Editorial feedback does not include the words "suck" or "utter embarrassment."]

Me: Slid that one by them!

[Assignment comes in.]

Me: I'd love to write that! It sounds fascinating.

Me, later: Why did I do this again?

Thursday, January 11

I'd rather be reading

While it is true that I'd pretty much always rather be reading, 2017 wasn't the greatest reading year for me. I hit my goal of 65 books, but that's all I did. Not one book over. I read a fair amount of my usual mystery and romance, but added in some young adult books and graphic novels for good measure. I'd say my favorite/best book read last year was The Woman Upstairs by Claire Messud.

I'm sticking with 65 as a goal again this year, but I freely admit that I hope to surpass it. I've got a decent stack to start, but I think I'm going to need more books.

Thursday, August 24

Problems of the binge-watching era

Switching between the world of Luke Cage and the world of The Crown is a little strange. And I kind of wish the corgis would show up in Harlem, but that's probably not in the foreseeable future. Plus, I would worry about them getting caught in the crossfire. (In other news, both are great and everyone else has already watched them.)

Thursday, April 20

Suffering succotash

I've said it before, but it bears repeating: I hate transcribing. Mostly because it's tedious, but also because I have to listen to my own voice. This is pretty much the worst, as I sound like Daffy Duck. (My high school English teacher pointed it out as my "sibilant s." She was not my favorite.)

In other news, this winter I discovered I also walk like a duck, as evidenced by my footprints in the snow. It's all part of the journey of self-discovery, people.

Wednesday, February 1

Not funny anymore

The past few months all I can think is: Where are we going? And why are we in this handbasket?

It's a crazy world out there, people. Stay sane.

Monday, January 9

I am not acting like anything, I am calmly reading

I won't lie, 2016 was kind of a rough year for me. Lots of good things, but also many stressful ones. This led to a lot of anti-anxiety reading, which for me means romance and mystery novels. During the move, I wasn't reading much at all, and I was pretty sure this would be my first year not hitting my reading challenge. But then I discovered Elizabeth Hoyt. And Tessa Dare. And Sharon Bolton's Lacey Flint series. And just like that, I read 78 books last year, making it five straight years of hitting my Goodreads goal.

For the first time, however, I won't be upping the ante on my reading challenge. Last year's mark was 65 books, and I'm keeping that for 2017. That's slightly more than a book a week, and that seems reasonable to me. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some reading to do.

Friday, January 6

I'd like to introduce to you ...I'd like to introduce officially to you ... the Fizz

The other thing keeping me busy has been the latest addition to our family, Fizz (also known as Mr. Fizz, Fizzywhig, Fizzes, pumpkin, pumpkin eater, puppyface, and baby). We got him when he was just an adorable ball of fluff, but he has quickly grown into a larger ball of fluff. He is adorable and loves to chew everything. He also loves the snow. Mainly to lick it.

Wednesday, January 4

What a year

Holy hell, how did it become 2017? I did not approve of these changes. On the other hand, I did not approve of much of what happened in 2016, so perhaps it's best to move forward.

As you may have surmised by now, the move consumed much of the year for me. House hunting? Not as much fun as they make it appear on TV. Moving, as we all know, sucks, but I love our new house and our new town, and it's been great settling back into the East Coast way of life (swearing more, generally being angry about everything, and regularly visiting Dunkin Donuts).

"Blog more" has become an annual resolution, and I've yet to follow through, but I'm hoping 2017 will be different.