Cowboy Bebop really does have the most beautifully haunting soundtrack.

Dwayne said I have "shampoo commercial hair." It's apparently doing that slow-motion-flowy thing as I turn my head. It really has gotten very long, hasn't it?

Late night at the office - all the copy editors had to stay after and pitch in as the night editor never showed. Casey's gonna get a talking-to bright and early tomorrow.

Did I ever tell y'all about my father pushing me to try Internet dating? Well, his latest scheme is even better - he wants me to singlehandedly lead a media crusade to take down Donald Trump. Never a dull moment with that man.

So let me get this right. JC added another performance in Chicago. On the same night. At the same venue. Five hours later. o_O *keels over d-e-d from vicarious pre-emptive exhaustion*

Reading dismal epic Lambs. Hooker!AU at that! So sad.

Big thanks to everyone who took the time to write reviews/take pictures/record media/share it all with the rest of us. I'm so glad y'all had such a great experience, and very happy for Chris that he's found this new thing for himself, too.

Two weeks!

and what they see is me watching you

It's the writing time of my month, and I consequently spent the morning in Einstein's, drafting questions for a fantasy interview with JC. As a point of pride, my most teenie question so far has been "What do you sing when there isn't anyone around to hear it," with the option of alluding to any Risky Business-style antics that may involve.

*idly ponders using her press credentials*

Do you ever have imaginary conversations? Not out loud, just in your head, with someone whom you may never get to actually have it?

Now, I advocate reading valiumbitch as a general rule, but this recent entry made me laugh and love so hopelessly, I had to share. Let me know when you find that copy of "A British Accent, A Great Career and Fantastic Sex: Three Easy Steps To Achieving It While You Sleep," baby.

If you're all really unlucky, I might make good on some idle ponderings of a singing phonepost.

Excuse me as I take a very deep breath...

And shout from the rooftops.

I'M GOING TO FRANCE THIS SUMMER!!!11!a million!!

An Amy just called to tell me CEA finished processing my application, and that congratulations, I've been accepted to study at the Sorbonne! For four weeks! I'm going to Fraaance!

I might need a minute. And a tissue. Because, France! The Sorbonne!

*squeesqueesquee!