This is probably the fourth? time I've pulled up Blogger to write an entry in the past twenty-four hours, and this will probably be the fourth time I'll surf away before I complete a thought. It's Thursday night, I've got the Tom Cruise samurai movie on, we still haven't done anything around the house for Christmas and the cat's being insistant upon some lovin' to the point she's nearly knocked the laptop off my lap.

There is no way I'm going to sound the least bit intelligent tonight.

The New York trip is still fresh in my mind and straining to come out, but the travel editor at work has already called dibs, so you'll have to wait a year before you hear tell of my time in the city.

That is, unless you're on the list for the New Year's blowout, which means you'll get the story, plus Adam bouncing bon mots off my narative and vice versa. Oh, and there might be slides, too. Slides of paintings in different muesums. Some featuring me making faces. Don't you want to cancel your plans and come hang out with us instead?


(A preview.)

Thoughts: Jesus, I need a haircut. And to stop wearing hoodies. And lay off the onion rings.

I look damn pretty in that color, though. And those glasses rock.

Work survived my absence, and I was disappointed there wasn't a large-scale celebrity scandal while I was gone. The big question of the day was about the transit strike: how did we survive it (hired towncar) and how it was affecting the city (bumper-to-bumper traffic at 5 a.m.). Then it was "where'd ya go, who'd you see, what shows did you see, do you totally want to move there?" (Everywhere, everyone, all of them and oh, hell yeah).

I am glad to be back in the land of salsa, really. And speaking of salsa, it's the salsa jailbreak episode of Mythbusters, and I totally have to see it.