Thanks to Joe for these! (I borrowed them from The Activity Pit. I have no intention of giving them back.)
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Here I am with the imaginary father of my imaginary children, Joshua McCarroll, Red Eye wunderkind and McConaughey correspondent. We’re in the green room, wearing green. Well, one of us was. By the way, McConaughey is kind of impossible to spell.
Here I am doing The Strategy Room earlier today. I totally came up with the best strategy. I’d tell you, but it’s a secret.
Here I am smiling, probably at something I said.
Here I am cocking my head because I heard a high pitched noise or smelled a piece of kibble.
This is me on Red Eye last night shortly before Greg called me out for not answering the specific question he asked. What you didn’t hear in the commercial break? Me saying “How dare you call me out for not answering the question! Not answering the question is the backbone of this show!”
And then here’s where I explained that I don’t think smart pills actually make you smart. I think they make you annoying.
And then here I am making this face.
Oh look, it’s the beach (I had to get these off my camera. They’re from my recent trip of OC for Thanksgiving).
Another beach shot. Lovely, isn’t it?
And then here’s a couch I saw today at Raymour & Flanigan. This one’s four hundred and something dollars cheaper than the one sitting in my apartment right now but which I could return. Should I return the one in my apartment and get this one instead? It’s entirely polyester/synthetic/foam whereas there are actual feathers/down in the one in my apartment. Hm. It seemed comfortable though.
In the Trader Joe's bathroom
Too bad I saw this *after* I flushed my votive candles, potpourri and copy of Twilight.
Wear yourself out by listening to me go on and on about furniture
Earlier today I had a whole temper tantrum inside my own head and decided that when I got home I would write a blog post entitled “I don’t know how I feel about my couch. P.S. I’m neurotic and going to die alone.”
Then I found out that title had already been taken so I had to go with the one above.
See, I’ve been going back and forth on this couch. Not literally. On the upside, it’s comfortable. On the downside, sometimes I look at it and think “it looks like barf.”
But considering how goddamn long I took to decide and how annoying I was about it shouldn’t I just love it? Love it to pieces?
Because I don’t. But I think I like it. Maybe? I don’t know. I like it better now that I bought throw pillows for it (I haven’t decided which ones I like, hence the three different pillows.) Earlier tonight I decided I’d go with a silver, gold and white theme which is neato and, um, yeah. Neato’s all I got on that one. Fancy? Neato and fancy? I could do neato and fancy. And secretly Christmasy.
But then sometimes I look at the couch and think “it looks like a giant gum eraser.” I also think it looks like liver and I also think it looks like steak that’s been chewed up and spit out. Also: gristle.
But then I see it in photos and I think maybe it’s ok.
See, complicating matters is the fact that the delivery men nicked it in a couple spots so C&B offered to replace it. I explained that it was kind of difficult to get it into the space so they’re sending someone out to look at it here to see if he can patch it up in situ. What does in situ mean? Hold please.
God I’m smart.
Um, yeah, so anyway, if I act fast I could get this big gray menace out of my apartment and my life forever and then I could invite something else into my living room that I will go nuts about. Seriously, I’m sick and tired of myself.
But it’s not like I never like anything ever. When I look at my bed, my white duvet covered bed, I feel calm and good. I don’t have this crazy ping ponging meat-comparison making reaction happening.
Yet I’m not at peace with the decision to just return the fucker either. That makes me anxious too.
Let’s talk about my last apartment, shall we? I moved into it under duress. I wanted to stay in the apartment I was in before that, my first real apartment in New York, but it’s a long story and that wasn’t feasible so there my sister and I were, needing to find an apartment or break up and she had a friend who was vacating this great apartment in the village and we went and looked at it and because I couldn’t find anything else I said yeah, that’s fine. But then before we pulled the trigger I began doubting the decision and was freaking out and begged a friend from work who was later my boyfriend, unless he was already my boyfriend at the time, to go look at the place with me. We did and he reassured me that it was a great place and I would be happy there.
Sadly it was a terrible place and I was miserable there.
Or rather, it was a pretty decent place but I wasn’t happy there anyway. I never liked that apartment or that neighborhood. Also, there were mice. Oh my God, my couch looks like a big sheet of mice.
So I was thinking about all this this morning and thinking that if I’m having doubts about the couch, instead of letting myself be talked into it, I should just honor those doubts and not keep the damn thing and just wait until I find one I really feel good about.
But then sometimes I look at it and I like it.
And it’s comfortable. It’s really comfortable.
So then why not just get it in a different color?
Because that will take 12 weeks. And plus I’m trying to avoid having people remove it and bring in another one but I’m not sure why I’m trying so hard to avoid that. I mean, just because my idea of hell is moving furniture doesn’t mean that someone whose job it is to move furniture feels the same way.
But still, I just feel like I’m doing it. That thing I do. I don’t know what that thing I do is which makes it hard to know whether I’m really doing it, but I suspect I am. I mean, this feels very me in the extreme. I hate extreme me.
I’m also trying to see if it’s possible to get slipcovers for this couch. I mean, I know you can order them from C&B for about a thousand dollars but for that much, I may as well just get a different couch.
Still reading? I’m sorry to put you through this. On the upside… um…. well okay technically there is no upside. Oh wait, I know! Today I saw a woman pushing two black poodles in a stroller!
Also, I’m aware there’s a world that exists outside me and this couch. I find that annoying, too.
Photo from last night
I wish I’d taken photos at the next place I went last night–WOR studios—because that was priceless. I was the youngest person there by about sixty years and everyone there was crazy in this very entertaining old timey showbiz kind of way, made more surreal by the fact that it was two in the morning.
Well maybe not sixty. Forty. Thirty five? Well, you get what I’m saying.
Instead of wry commentary I offer you a puppy hugging bamboo
I stole this photo from Laura Leu, by the way. I mean, I borrowed it. I have every intention of returning it provided I don’t spill red wine on it. Think she would notice if I returned a magenta puppy? Because I think if you spill red wine on your picture of a puppy the best course of action is to dye the whole photo Bordeaux.
Thank you, Paul!
Interested in seeing many photos of me, some I hadn’t even seen before, set to music? Of course I am. I mean, of course you are. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T1jZ-DMa3o0
If you like festive seasonal crap
If you like festive seasonal crap then I am duty bound to tell you that now is the time of year that Celestial Seasonings puts out their special holiday themed teas. There’s Gingerbread Spice, Sugar Cookie Sleigh Ride, Last Year’s Fruit Cake, Cranberry Frostbite and Fuck, Where’d I Put The Wrapping Paper. I may have made up those last three but the first two exist and I’m telling you, they are whimsy in a cup. Need more proof? I offer the following good cheer filled picture essay.
Even MORE photos!
I have this part of my set where I talk about how my attempts to pose for a certain photo went horribly awry and the above just subtly illustrates my point. Why was my left arm dangling there? Why did I not put it behind the girl next to me like everyone else in the photo? I need a limb stylist.
a) I look like I’m sitting on a toilet. b) this confirms my suspicion that I glow. c) I get the toilet look when I’m cold. d) I don’t think the coat was he greatest addition to the outfit but I was cold. e) Glad so many photos are of me in the coat!
Here I am looking ravishing while Ray looks on proudly.
These are from the NY Funniest Reporter site, by the way. Go there and be greeted with my face. And some music.
More photos
I think I clicked something agreeing not to reprint these. But I’m reprinting them for the purpose of saying: go to this guy’s blog, he has some photos.