This tricky little banky came home with me and is not sitting on the shelf above my bed along with a photo of my grandfather (tucked into the frame of an Addie Draper pastel that Dave gave me for my birthday about seven years ago), a pendant made from a photograph of monks taken by a woman who lived in Japan in the late '40s, and a folding paper cup printed with rabbits (a going-away gift from a student when I left Japan).
Dave thinks it's a bit creepy, but I think it's kind of impish. It's modeled after an octopus--a tentacle-less octopus, I guess.
Etc.
I've been Netflixing some old comedy specials including one by Mitch Hedberg. Do you know Mitch Hedberg? Probably not, considering he died of a drug overdose in 2005. Anyway, one of his jokes compares quitting smoking with starting flossing. They are equally difficult, he says.
Flossing must be on my mind because I am having a heck of a time keeping up with it. (I skipped it tonight, for example.) That's unfortunate because I really, really need to do it. And still I don't. Why? What is it about The Brain that makes flossing such a chore?
Anyway, I've also been Netflixing a show called Wire in the Blood, which is an intense British drama about an eccentric psychologist who helps the police catch serial killers. It is so intense that I often find them difficult to watch and have to pace them out to keep from being overwhelmed by the grimness of them. It is almost completely without humor, but very well done. Why is The Brain draw to it, I wonder.
What else? Oh, yes. As a bit of an antidote to Wire in the Blood, I've also been Netflixing Jamie Oliver's 2002 cooking show Oliver's Twist. It's terrible, frankly. I think this despite the fact that I adore Jamie Oliver. It's poorly filmed, the dishes generally aren't very interesting, even the theme song is annoying. And I've still watched about twelve episodes. Why, The Brain? Why?!
I'm Netflixing a lot recently because I just came off a Kindle reading jag. Over the course of a couple of days, I read a half dozen books, including Pride and Prejudice, which I've never read. It's hilarious, by the way, something that I had not suspected it of being (which is the main reason I never read it). I also read Hodges's The Little Princess, Bossypants by Tina Fey, Daddy's Little Earner by Maria Landon, Hard Time by Shaun Attwood, and Why me? by Sarah Burleton.
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