Awwwwright, it's back to business here. I've been doing a lot of traveling lately and I'm happy to be done. I don't think I could ever be a matador of international renown, simply because I hate to stay in hotels. The cups in the room are too small, the quality of toilet paper is abysmal, and the TV channels are hard to remember. Also, it's much more expensive to stick to the Powell Eating Plan when I'm not at the Manor. The Powell Eating Plan is turkey sandwiches, bananas, granola bars, and bags of salad, which is maybe $9 a week when bought at the grocery store. When bought at a restaurant, it's like $20 a meal because I have to order all kinds of crazy crap a la carte. A la carte? More like a la crap! (Take that, service industry hyenas.)
Laura's redecorating the house, which is an adventure. My style of interior design, if you can call that, could be deemed Evolutionary: let's wait for stains to appear on the walls and carpet, and then see if they eventually join with other stains to make interesting shapes. It's kind of a fractal thing, and very cerebral. She's eschewed that, going for lots of fancy carpets and Purr Pads.
Yes, I said Purr Pads. Those are little fuzzy pads you put on your couch so that your pets can sit on the furniture without fuzzing it up. I agree, it sounds completely absurd. However, we've been Purr Padding it for nearly 30 hours now and the pets can't stay off the damn things. Millionaire idea: furniture made solely out of purr pads, made exclusively for pets.
We watched Match Point last night, Woody Allen's latest entry into his "Can we forget about what a creep I am?" sweepstakes (no matter how creepy he gets, I still love him). I liked it, but as I watched it, I kept thinking, "This is just like Crimes and Misdemeanors!" And then the ending happened, and it sealed the comparison: Match Point is a British Crimes and Misdemeanors without the Jerry Orbach character. It would've been really cool if Jerry Orbach swept in right at the end with a bad Cockney accent, although that may not happen since Orbach died, I believe. Maybe just a guy who looks like Jerry Orbach who can do a Cockney accent. It strikes me that he'd be a lot of fun to hire out for birthday parties.
Posted by Cody at August 7, 2006 5:51 PM