and what they see is me watching you

[aruan]

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.

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[dexwebster]

I had one, where it was an interview situation with Billy Boyd and Dom Monaghan, and I asked them what was one of the strangest things they'd seen in the US, and they said those giant-size "Texas" blueberry muffins, and talked about how Billy had never seen a muffin that big and Dom liked to use them as paperweights and all kinds of things. And then I realized, wait a second, I'm making up a conversation with hobbits about blueberry muffins, and felt like a big dork.

So, yeah, you are not alone, even on the breakfast food count.