The other evening, Julia mentioned Paris Hilton and I just about freaked out. What is this?
Why they hell are I am suddenly living in a world where Paris Hilton is ubiquitous? I actually asked Julia this and
she replied, "Ubiquitous-- yes. Omnipresent, even. But no, sadly not omnipotent."
At least we hope not.
But anyway, it reminded me that vocabulary-- and friends who indulge in vocabulary games-- is unequivocal, nerdy fun.
In other news, Todd is gloating,
David is entertaining, and
B is growing a beard. I'm trying to convince B (and myself) that we have room for a six-foot Christmas tree in this
tiny apartment and lately we've been on a Tolkien frenzy. Christmas cards and Christmas presents and just generally
Christmas time are all giving me those anxious-ulcer type stresses-- but I'm sure I'd look casual and carefree if you stood
me next to Erika right now. I learned from Laine this weekend that I have another old friend working at the White
House and still no tour. Michael called the other night to tell me his brother was one of the Hollywood
Squares, but when B and I tuned it in, we were disappointed that he was one of those bottom middle squares
that no one ever tries to connect-- and therefore he remained a miniscule spec on the screen throughout the show.
And last-but-not-least, Steven, or "just Steve", turns 16 today. Let's all pretend as if the card's in the mail.
All in all, a typical Wednesday night update. Aren't you glad Angel was a rerun? |
