A geeky girl living in the big city, making her way, the only way she knows how... no wait, that's The Dukes of Hazzard. Who am I again? Oh yeah, a pop culture obsessed writer, publishing person, and occasional nerd. And I'm getting married. I talk about that, too.

Sunday, April 25, 2004

Two-wheelin' Around

A quiet, rainy Sunday, but I finally got my huge pile of laundry done, and put away, and Keeley and I did some necessary cleaning around the apartment, so I feel very accomplished. Yesterday, I got a bike!! Wheee!!! Another step closer to the triathlon. Yi Shun and Jim helped me get it back to the city, and now it's nestling next to my bed in the apartment. I'm debating naming it. And I want to throw a couple of cool stickers on it, that are otherwise just getting old mixed in with all my papers and such. But I should get it cleaned, and tuned up first, I guess. I need to get a new tube for the back tire, but with the rain and all, I didn't feel like going today to the bike shop nearby. It's open until 7pm most nights, so I can go one day after work. If I'm not too busy with details about setting up our exciting new business endevour. More details on that as there's something to report. Suffice to say, it's exciting, if a little geeky. But then, hey -- so am I.

Tuesday, April 20, 2004

Ah, nostalgia!

Last night, Elena and I went to see a screening of 13 Going on 30, which besides being down right hi-larious, has inspired me to try to track down one of best friends from middle school, back in the same fabulous 1980s. William Anderson, formerly of Port Chester, NY, if this blog ever happens to find its way to you, drop me an email! You used to buy me Good Humor Toasted Almond bars at lunchtime back at PCMS, and after school, you, me, Matt, and Joe used to sit in Joe's basement and listen to "Star trekking across the universe." If that's not revealling a deep dark secret of geekdom, I don't think anything else could possibly qualify!

Tuesday, April 13, 2004

While I'm asking for stuff...

It's icky and rainy, and I don't feel like going out to lunch, and none of the delivery menus are speaking to me. Bleh. Bleh, bleh, bleh. What a day.

I've been a total lackwit about doing my morning pages since our last GEG meeting, and now there's homework too, and a "Daily Do-able" that's been don't-able. Honestly, I think all I need is a nap. That would make it all better.

A nap, and a million dollars. Can someone on the web reading this take care of these tiny little things for me? Thanks.

Tuesday, April 06, 2004

I'm a fox!

Today I was called "a fox in high heels." I just think that's one of the coolest compliments ever. Thanks, Ana!

Monday, April 05, 2004

Looking for a prince... or a hellboy

I forgot, or rather woke up too late, to write my morning pages today, but figured I'd update my little blog instead. Not three pages worth -- never fear! -- but a paragraph or two on the latest and greatest adventures of Kate.

Had a lovely, relaxing weekend full of entertainment. Friday night, Keeley and I saw Hellboy which was an excellent movie and apparently a great adaptation of the comic book. Saturday, Stacey and I saw the slightest less well-done, but still damn entertaining The Prince and Me. We had some issues with Julia Stiles' character's decisions, but all in all, a good time. And what I want to know is -- where's my prince? I mean, hello? I'm right here, just waiting for a lusty royal to sweep me off my feet. Any day, boys...

Saturday night, Stacey and I went out to my favorite Mexican restaurant for my friend Judythe's birthday, and then to Queens (I know -- Queens!) to an Irish bar called Tailor's Hall to hear the band mr north. Not like the Prodigals and the McCabes -- mr north played U2-esque Irish rock, rather than traditional music. Would have loved to stay for the whole set, but we didn't have a place to sit, and Stacey wasn't feeling well, so we called it an early night and came home.

Sunday, we braved the Lower East Side and the Orchard Street bargain district for corsets to wear with the dresses for Stacey's wedding. We headed, appropriately enough, to Orchard Corset, where an older man sized us up and procured the proper sizes, with minor modifications for such inconsequentials as breathing and all that. Still -- yay! I have a new corset. It's very pretty. And, funnily enough, reminds me that I want to email a certain British gentleman who'll be attending Stacey and Richard's wedding next month.

And that, aside from a couple of hours reading and watching tv, was my weekend. With only four days to go until the next one. Say it with me now: "I think I can, I think I can, I think I can..."