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February 2, 2002

Blogger Beware...

Okay, I'm composing this one in another program, only to paste it in at Blogger... just in case.

Let me start by commenting on Blogs I've read and then I'll tell you about my past couple of days, days ahead, and other such stuff.

Sara: thank you for the Yeast Gravy recipe. I have given the recipe to the chef (read: fiancé) and hopefully we shall enjoy some yummy potatoes and Grit-style gravy very soon. I can't wait! Keith's recipe for dinner tonight: English Muffin Mini-Pizzas and Caesar Salad. Yummy!

Jocelyn: you have made my day with the Where Are They Now on Scott from 90210. As you may or may not know, my Debt Pop Culture Category (yes, from the short-lived but brilliant Lifetime game show starring Wink Martindale -- when, oh when will this show make it to The Game Show Network?? I mean, you're whipping us with Greed... can't you share the love?) is Beverly Hills, 90210, The Brenda Years. Well, when I was at Sundance (oh, and we just got the photos back, so Keith's scanning those in right now and I'll share a link after I get them uploaded, for your perusing pleasure), I worked with a guy who claims to be unbeatable at 90210 trivia. Pff! So, we've been emailing back and forth and he's stumped me once so far and I've stumped him three times (ha!). Anyway, this is a nice little thing for me to share with him (and, of course, I mean "rub in his face"). So, thank you!

Oh, and I think the people who yell on Milledge have no lives and they just wish they could be as cool as those who dwell in homes on Milledge Ave. Oh, and yes, yell back. But act like you're just doing it for fun. That'll learn 'em.

Dera: yay! So glad you're Blogging too! It really is an Athens Academy reunion! Happy b'day to your aunt! That's so cool! Your comments about neurotic pets remind me of what a neurotic pet-owner I am (Chip can concur. When he babysat my cat for a week while I was out of town, I wrote up a three page instruction manual on the care and feeding of my 17-year-old baby. Yes, I was teased mercilessly for having written such a thing, but I would've been a bad Mommy, had I not done so). I take care of pets here in LA when rich folk go out of town and I have learned that I am nowhere NEAR as neurotic in writing my pet-care manuals as these folks can be. Anyway, your story just reminded me that pets are nowhere near as neurotic as their owners... at least in my experience.

Chipperoonie, my love: you are a cornucopia of Academy kid contact! I'm so jealous! I think you had my ideal day: hanging with kids, doing technology, watching Bev9, and eating at the T-stand. If anyone can score a recipe book of my T-stand faves, I will be way happy. BTW, no one in Cali has even HEARD of Queso Dip and that right there is just sad! Speaking of sad... the end of the Evil Monkey era. Sniffle.

Shelley: I don't even know what an Xtracycle is, but you are my hero for being so fit. I didn't even walk to the market today. I drove. I did walk to the coffee house yesterday for tea with ReBecca and then walked, again, to the same strip of shops for dinner at Birds last night... but the market is something I wouldn't come back from either buzzed from caffeine or cider, so no walk there. Pff! Anyway, I'm still impressed with you. Fitness is a good goal. For everyone but me.

Courtney: I love you! Okay, I have a friend I made out here who is originally from Ohio and has now moved to Virginia who could be your twin in about a zillion different ways. I knew today, when I saw the photo you posted in the What We're Looking At Blog (no, Chip, my feelings aren't hurt at not being invited to any of those cool Theme Blogs), that I had to ask if you are, in fact Renee Burkhammer. Are you? Have you been fooling me all this time?

Oh, I loved your Scientology story. Too funny! And I am SO composing this elsewhere and pasting it in. Damn that Blog for stealing my brilliance. Oh, but Ev did write me back right away. What a cool guy!

Big Mike: thank you for the cookie advice! I got rid of the cookie that was stored and went back through the process... happy me! The new cookie is a happy cookie! I'm in! To stay! Yay!

Okay... what was today like? Uh... I had a gigantic panic attack today which was totally unfun, but I got through it and realized I was in desperate need of pantothenic acid. We'll see if that helps. So far, I'm still shaking. I hate that. I so thought I was done with panic attacks in my early 20s. Pff. This stuff bites! Anyway, post-panic attack, we drove to Redondo Beach, home of the closest Chick-fil-A to us. I became quite happy. The lemonade was even authentic. So so so happy: me! I also learned that Donna Karan Chaos is no longer made due to the fact that her dead hubby designed the fragrance for her. Of course I would buy it before he kicked it and fall in love with the fragrance and not be able to buy it ever again. Drat!

What else... oh, came home and Keith wanted to teach me how to ride my bike but I'm still to frightened of breaking a bone or two, so we'll do that another day. Instead, gave him a pedicure and made him watch Get Shorty, which he'd never seen. He got his new headshots in the mail today, which was very exciting. Next, they'll go to ABC Pictures for typesetting and litho printing. Man, I'm so glad I've retired from acting. Oh, yes, Chip, I think it's The Chamber that got cancelled. The Chair is definitely shooting next week and then taking a short hiatus (yeah, we'll see).

Yesterday was coffee with ReB, who is secretly married (Canadian) and now getting officially married. We had all sorts of "how to get married dirt cheap" talks. There are some pretty decent ideas for that, even in this godforsaken town.

Okay, I am now having a huge debate with the fiancé over pixel vs. inches and putting his headshot up on the website... blah blah blah. Y'know... it's fine for the boy to have his technology, but he shouldn't be allowed to debate about its uses.

About to watch Cops... our Saturday night ritual. Yes, I'm looking for family members. So is Keith. Made for each other, or what?! See, Chip, your family was just too law-abiding for me. Going to the club tomorrow for lunch? If so, tell them all I said hello and I love them muchlee. XXOO, Bloggers. Perhaps more later tonight. If not, I'll post again Monday (car's going into the shop for brakes, so I'll be house-bound). 'Bye.
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Bon

My epiphany of the night: I live my life like an interviewer on the red carpet. I'm listening to you. I'm asking (somewhat) intelligent questions. I'm right there with you. But I'm constantly looking just over your shoulder, in case someone better is coming up the path. Now, that's deep. [from Dead Laszlo's Oscar Wrap Edition, 2001]

Posted by bonnie at February 2, 2002 8:00 PM