Hey you beauty cats.
Well, another day, another dollar. I’m not sure about you folks, but I am absolutely knackered. Thank goodness it’s Friday. And a long weekend at that!
It’s Thanksgiving up here in the Great White North (GWN) which means that over the next three days there will be an extra serving of turkey on dinner plates across the country.
For us (quasi) veggiephiles, Thanksgiving is the perfect excuse to go double duty (or just completely bonkers) on the multitude of multi-coloured tubers and gourmet gourds, so readily available around this time of year.
And goodness knows I plan on eating myself into a sweet potato stupor come Monday, mid-afternoon. Airing on the side of caution, if one of you could check in sometime Tuesday morning just to make sure my glucose levels have returned to normal I would really, really appreciate it.
(If I don’t respond, please contact that appropriate authorities.)
One million thank yous!
In the meantime, let’s get started on this Friday’s Fry-Up.
Hair today, gone tomorrow
Guess what I did?
Check out MAH NEW HAIR!
As a treat to myself for my success at the half-marathon last weekend I got it cut and dyed professionally.
Professionally! For the first time ever!
I’VE MADE IT TO THE BIG TIME MOM!
As you may remember from my post last March, all previous attempts at colouring my hair had been self-initiated (with varying levels of success.)
The lows were, erm, very low.
So, I vowed I would never again colour it again with dye from box. I’ve done my time wearing Dexter gloves and ruining M’s t-shirts.
And may I just say, I LOVE the results.
I’m digging the bangs, I’m digging the colour, and my ends no longer look like I stuck my finger into wall socket.
I also totally cracked up when why stylist told me, “You look like Jesse Pinkman’s dead girlfriend.”
Oh I certainly do.
Only, you know, less addicted to heroin and making much better life choices.
I am, after all, a role model.
Weirdos, weirdos, everywhere
I recently started watching Freaks and Geeks on Netflix. It’s pretty freaking awesome (no pun intended.)
Bill is hands down my favourite character. I just know that if I was fourteen years old I would be head over heels in love with him.
Check out his fancy moves:
I have to say I like the “Geeks” story-line much more than I like that of the “Freaks”. There is only so much James Franco I can take. And I just not that big a fan of Lindsay and her freak-chic slumming ways.
Is that harsh?
On the other hand, the trio of Neal, Bill, and Sam is just perfection.
I certainly wasn’t the coolest ice cube in the high school tray (my penchant for the musings of long dead Russian communists and nihilistic German misogynists didn’t exactly ingratiate me to a ton of suitors) but even though I wasn’t exactly on the same level as these three nerdos, I sympathize with them entirely.
The brilliance of their friendship warms my heart like mad.
It almost, almost makes me yearn for the days of braces and topical acne gel.
Bradbury, you evil genius
Given that I’ve been keeping up an intense reading regimen, I’ve been reading a ton of Bradbury.
Just today I finished The Illustrated Man.
All I can say is: HOW CAN SOMEONE WRITE SO WELL ALL THE TIME!? HOW?
How could this man describe things in such unimaginably beautiful ways – describe all things in such heart-stoppingly fantastical language – in a manner that never, ever gets tiring.
In a manner that is never, ever trite.
It is never too flowery, it is never overkill.
It is always perfect.
His words tie my stomach in knots, they bring tears to my eyes; they make me think. They make me fear. They make me nervous for – I don’t know what.
They make me question my life, question my writing; they make me want to be a better writer.
They make me want.
“They moved down the echoing throats of the castle, level after dim green level, down into mustiness and decay and spiders and dreamlike webbing.”
And so I dream.
I dream of this webbing.
I dream of the stars.