Futzers

So, is there anything more surreal than watching Omarosa (and can I just say, what the hell is that website??) commiserate with Johnathan Baker about the vicissitudes of reality television editing?

Yeah, I'm home alone tonight. And I just finished watching Bravo's Battle of the Network Reality Stars. No, I'm not sure why. Thank Gd you don't need an actual reason to watch horrible television. Luckily for my sanity, I only watched it with approximately half of my left eye, while I perused the internets for new blogs which I'll use to get entirely too wrapped up in the lives of people who, like me, think there actually might be folks out there who are interested in reading about crap.

I'm getting really excited about the trip to see Meglets next week... I leave a week from tomorrow. Of course, I'm flying N.W.A. (not the 80s sensation whose lyrics about growing up in the inner city amid the horrors of the crack epidemic gave voice to the previously voiceless, silly), whose machinists went on strike over the weekend. I totally sympathize with these guys; they're getting their salaries cut by like a quarter, not to mention what the airline is doing to their pensions... but NWA had such a good price from Austin to Boston. (Now, of course, I know why.) In my defense, I bought the tickets by doing that thing where you don't see what you're flying until you've paid for the tickets.

I'll have to go to get a travel guide... meg might have to work while I'm there, so I want to be able to figure out what the hell's up. And find my lush store.

Got my hair cut and colored yesterday... it's so great to have finally found a person who really gets what works with my hair, much better than I do. She doesn't have a website, unfortunately... but I think she's pretty busy already. (Note how I'm not giving away her name. You fuckers find your own miracle-worker.) I've got mostly dark, with bits of blond and a couple little shocks of red... I feel like I may be pushing a little, given that I work in a pretty conservative environment, but my boss liked it today as did one of the other ladies I work with, so I guess I'll be ok.

I really have to go watch Alton Brown make a cobbler. bye.