to finish up

movies i can watch over and over
first: cold comfort farm--"there'll be no butter in hell!"

second: big fish--epic tales about giants, blizzards, a witch, and conjoined-twin lounge singers

third: anne of green gables--i've been watching this since i was six years old: my dad sat on the roof holding our TV antenna all four hours [i still have that original VHS]

fourth: x-men--i have the hots for patrick stewart [does bald get any sexier than that?]

places i've lived
first: my parent's house, bedroom to the right of the stairs--i spent an awful lot of time in the walk-in closet [walk-in closets...remember those? sigh.] where i kept my stuffed-animal kingdom. [you think i'm kidding about the kingdom, but i really gave all the animals various kingdomly duties and assigned titles, etc. i still have the small notebook where i wrote out the details.]

second: the third floor of david john hall--i shared my bathroom with a member of the swim team, a cheerleader, and a very tall girl from hong kong

third: krasnodar, russia--i don't remember the street name, but i do remember that our front door was padded [a subtle hint of things to come]

fourth: cleveland, ohio--in an apartment above sarajane and next to valentino's pizza where we were lulled to sleep every night to the soothing sound of dishwashing

favorite tv shows
first: foyle's war
second: masterpiece theatre
third: the office
fourth: the cosby show

websites i visit daily

first: the new york times
second: the weather
third: craigslist
fourth: print & pattern

places i'd rather be
first: in a corner of hyde park, with a book, under a tree

second: on the top of a mountain in the uintas, with henry on my back, and joe holding my hand

third: driving the road from boulder to escalante

fourth: sitting on my parent's back deck watching the sun light up the red rocks in the south valley

people to tag, as it were
first: ioan gruffudd
second: diana rigg
third: dwight schrute
fourth: chili cheese polenta

swallowed

i sliced the tip of my index finger on something in the dishwasher.
[i know, i know. i have a dishwasher. it's amazing. it's a half-pint that rolls around on casters and hooks up to the sink and has changed my life for the infinite better.]

that's why i haven't been typing. really.

[although, i have this funny suspicion that even though my hit counter registers over 100, i'm the only person reading this and i sign in as various people in my sleep and make comments to myself. isn't that the nightmare of every writer? besides the one where i get swallowed by jaba the hut.]