I got a kindle. And I loooooove it. I have read 19 books on it so far, so I thought I would change the tone around here.
(Update: Cosmetics sucks. I took a paycut of 50% and am now stuck behind a fragrance counter with no one to talk to, so I read. On the aforementioned Kindle.)
I am writing book reviews. I never have before, but it seems like a good use of my workday. I have the last 19 to start with, so I'm going for an every other day thing at first.
My first review is of the Kindle. Stephen King was my deciding factor. He basically said a story is a story no matter how you read it or hear it or see it. So the Kindle is just another REALLY CONVENIENT delivery system for books. OMG, you wouldn't believe the fervor and outrage this purchase has caused in friends and strangers alike. Turns out people feel really threatened by something that isn't a book. People who never read start getting up on soapboxes and singing the praises of bound pages, and the smell of the paper, and the turning of the pages. I repeat: most of these people DON'T READ regularly. The only exception I must mention, is my librarian friend, who for obvious reasons, isn't a fan. So this is my question; if I love the feel of a heavy phone handset and the purr and whirr of a rotary dial, why in the world would I own a cell phone? The do the same thing, right? Well, yes, but technology has mad advances that make calling people easier more efficient so I use THAT instead. Hey my house is full of bound media that I love but now I can carry 6 books with me at one time, hell, 1500 books, and it all fits in my purse. Waaaay more efficient. So stop acting so superior about your love of the printed word and pick a book and prove it.
The one downside is that I can no longer lend my books out. But I'm trying to figure out how to jump that hurdle. It involves buying a Kindle, friends, so save your pennies. A special thanks to my family who all pitched in with Amamzon Gift Certificates for my Birthday. Best. Gift. Ever.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
This was written on 5/12
I know. I know. It's been forever since we've talked. So much to cover and so little...ambition. Let's start off with today.
PR, my friend and photographer and co-worker came back from disability today. And my heart nearly leaped from my chest!! I was so happy to see a friendly face in the crowd once again. She just wemt through severe shoulder surgery, and I'm so glad she's healthy. And we immediately made a date to do some photos and play with my...
NEW KITTEN! On Sunday, I adopted a new little 9 week old kitten. His name is Wayne. And it turns out everyone hates that name. Even me, a little. But it turns out it really fits him somehow. And he looks like a bat. Thus the Bruce Wayne reference. Also calling him Lil Wayne is hilarious.
The best part about adopting Wayne was being utterly irresponsible. I totally ditched work, saying I was going to lunch, instead going all the way to Santa Monica and mulling over rescue cats for TWO HOURS. I never pull that kind of shit with work, but I really have been at the end of my rope. People were looking for me and The Boss finally called my cell, knowing I was probably cat shopping. I ended up bringing the new little boy back to work with me and he lived in The Boss's office for two hours while I finished up my shift. Thank god Wayne is so cute and won The Boss over, otherwise I could have been in deep shit for walking out on work for almost 3 hours. Oops. And as much guilt as I felt driving back to work with a howling kitten, it was mostly about getting trouble. I didn't care about leaving my co-workers in the lurch or missing sales. It felt great to rebel and be irresponsible and not be so careful and rule driven all the time.
I am looking forward the Lost Finale.
PR, my friend and photographer and co-worker came back from disability today. And my heart nearly leaped from my chest!! I was so happy to see a friendly face in the crowd once again. She just wemt through severe shoulder surgery, and I'm so glad she's healthy. And we immediately made a date to do some photos and play with my...
NEW KITTEN! On Sunday, I adopted a new little 9 week old kitten. His name is Wayne. And it turns out everyone hates that name. Even me, a little. But it turns out it really fits him somehow. And he looks like a bat. Thus the Bruce Wayne reference. Also calling him Lil Wayne is hilarious.
The best part about adopting Wayne was being utterly irresponsible. I totally ditched work, saying I was going to lunch, instead going all the way to Santa Monica and mulling over rescue cats for TWO HOURS. I never pull that kind of shit with work, but I really have been at the end of my rope. People were looking for me and The Boss finally called my cell, knowing I was probably cat shopping. I ended up bringing the new little boy back to work with me and he lived in The Boss's office for two hours while I finished up my shift. Thank god Wayne is so cute and won The Boss over, otherwise I could have been in deep shit for walking out on work for almost 3 hours. Oops. And as much guilt as I felt driving back to work with a howling kitten, it was mostly about getting trouble. I didn't care about leaving my co-workers in the lurch or missing sales. It felt great to rebel and be irresponsible and not be so careful and rule driven all the time.
I am looking forward the Lost Finale.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
4/14
So every 6 months there is a mother of a sale. It's called friends and family, but if these crazy bitches were either of those things I would eat a handful of rat poison. And this year, it is half as lucrative, which makes it EVEN LESS bearable. The whole idea is to make a ridiculous amount of money to make up for the years it takes off your life in stress. Last year I rang about $50,000 or 4500 in commission. If I make $35,000 this year it will be a miracle. That is a $1400 pay cut for yours truly. Hells yeah!
And starting in June, I will be living through a pay cut of about $10000 a year. And my man just got his weekends, which were overtime heavy, cut entirely. And we owe the IRS $3000, due to general assholery at my man's studio. AND our Bank of America credit card just sent us a letter that basically informed us that we needed to call them if we didn't want our APR to go to 22%. So we called. Which was kind of a big deal, since we usually throw that kind of fine print credit card mail away. And we get to keep our 4% APR. But if we use the card it goes to 22%. Translation: they just closed our fucking credit card for no reason. We doubled the minimum for years, carried a balance and were never late with a payment. Obviously we fucked up. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
So things are well at the ranch. Maybe I'll get skinny, due to lack of food affordability. Thank God I can get Clarins Body Lift free around here.
And I'll have to get more self-disciplined about this whole acting and writing thing, because classes sure are off the table for the moment. Wow. Being terrifically talented and toiling in obscurity is sure getting overrated.
Note to self:
I should have spec scripts on file for: Law and Order, House, How I Met Your Mother, and suggestions....? Then I would just have a packet I could force on every lit agent in the city. Or I could order a cocktail and mime another cigarette....
And starting in June, I will be living through a pay cut of about $10000 a year. And my man just got his weekends, which were overtime heavy, cut entirely. And we owe the IRS $3000, due to general assholery at my man's studio. AND our Bank of America credit card just sent us a letter that basically informed us that we needed to call them if we didn't want our APR to go to 22%. So we called. Which was kind of a big deal, since we usually throw that kind of fine print credit card mail away. And we get to keep our 4% APR. But if we use the card it goes to 22%. Translation: they just closed our fucking credit card for no reason. We doubled the minimum for years, carried a balance and were never late with a payment. Obviously we fucked up. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
So things are well at the ranch. Maybe I'll get skinny, due to lack of food affordability. Thank God I can get Clarins Body Lift free around here.
And I'll have to get more self-disciplined about this whole acting and writing thing, because classes sure are off the table for the moment. Wow. Being terrifically talented and toiling in obscurity is sure getting overrated.
Note to self:
I should have spec scripts on file for: Law and Order, House, How I Met Your Mother, and suggestions....? Then I would just have a packet I could force on every lit agent in the city. Or I could order a cocktail and mime another cigarette....
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