Thursday, July 31, 2008

The "latter-day Raymond Chandler"

Brendan, my favorite reporter in the whole wide world, has a multi-part series running in the Times-Picayune this week, which has just been glowingly reviewed by Editor & Publisher.

The crime beat isn't easy, particularly not in New Orleans, and Brendan's been working like crazy since he got there. If you'll all allow me a little Hallmark moment here, I just want to say how proud I am to know him. Keep up the good work, dude, but when you're done with NOLA, maybe find a cushier beat. You deserve it.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

My interest is RAISED.

Politics aside, I find Ben Bernanke pretty attractive for an older bald guy.

It's probably the beard.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Who needs a condo when I have a lamp?

I started a new savings account with ING. It's called the Happy Fun Times Rainy Day Account. Currently, it has $25 in it, which will not buy me much Happy Fun Time, but the hope is that I can build it up and then periodically empty it for things like:
- a plane ticket to New Orleans
- a new laptop
- a frame for the print that Patrick gave me as a gift, like, ten zillion years ago and I have not yet framed because Christ on a bike, why does framing cost so much? And why are there frame shops on every other block in this town? Who can afford all the framing that is keeping these places in business?
- a lampshade for Dirty Anne Bonney. This is not even that expensive, just hard to find. But sister needs a lampshade, as you can see:


I had an idea the other night for a personal finance book, and then Braden told me that I'm the oldest 26-year-old he knows, and made fun of me for having a 401(k), and invited me to come meet him in Vegas. Which I am obviously not doing, because Vegas is not the place for old 26-year-olds with an interest in personal finance. (Note that I said "interest," not "expertise." The book would take approximately eight years of research to do, and I don't think my current job offers "book leave" like the New York Times.)

Anyway, woot woot for my $25. There was a time when this kind of delayed gratification was beyond my capabilities.

I am not going to address how this new endeavor was brought about by my depression regarding the impossibility of my ever ever owning real estate, ever.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Who am I kidding, there will never be a last post about the thing.

So lazy, Kate! So unproductive! Why still at work? Why why why?

Well, the upshot of my inability to accomplish anything during normal business hours is that I can now inform you of some hot info I've just learned, specifically: The Little Fish Movie that Could will be screening again tomorrow at Bryant Lake Bowl as part of the IFP Cinema Lounge. This means that I will have to miss kickball AND spend money at Bryant Lake Bowl, two things I don't relish, but such is the life of an in-demand actress and filmmaker screening the film again satisfies a need for attention that I can't satisfy with blogging, kickballing, or Facebooking. I guess I don't technically have to spend money there, but if I'm there then I'm gonna want an Ace, know what I mean, and my dislike for BLB's haughty servers (exemption: Kristin) and stale menu will just have to take a backseat.

Okay, I'm going to finish this article now. 4 realz.

Monday, July 14, 2008

More than you're probably interested in knowing.

"Very long wait" YOUR FACE, Netflix. I hate you I hate you I hate you and if you don't send me Mad Men tomorrow... well, likely nothing will change, but I will continue being dissatisfied with you and whining about it on my blog.

Umm. I was busy with a work thing most of this weekend, so I didn't really get a chance to unwind. This might explain the greater than usual Monday morning fury. The work thing was a large outdoor event, and we had a minor crisis on Friday night when a storm rolled in and the attendees had to be evacuated to nearby parking garages. It all ended well though, and when the whole thing was over on Saturday, Emily and I celebrated at the Bulldog with my good friend, vodka.

Hey, vodka, I missed you. Let's agree to never spend another day apart. Oh, and I love you too, coffee. You're my angel of the morning, and vodka is my lady of the night.

On the docket this week: Summer Music & Movies starts tonight; if I'm not still at work I'll be there. Class at the Loft on Thursday; the first one last week was very enlightening and I wrote a fascinating article about a bunny which included the quote, "Hey, I just poop wherever." Friday is Emily's birthday party, for which we will return to the Bulldog and hope a bald stranger sends us drinks again; but wait, maybe not, because I have to drive to Sioux Falls on Friday night for JazzFest; my parents are very excited about it and my mother is intent on introducing me to some pharmacist, but little does she know that the only pharmacist I have eyes for is Tony at the downtown Target.

Tony, remember that time you counseled me on Cipro dos and don'ts? Staring into your eyes, I was almost able to forget the searing pain in my bladder. Call me, dude; my number's in the computer.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Stick a fork in me.

Oh, hey there fella. You liked my profile on the thingamajig? Well, thanks. Gee, you seem attractive as well and it is evident that you can write a sentence, which is pretty much all it takes for me to be interested, so here's my number. Oh, what's that? You were showing my profile to your roommate, and he already knows me? Because I went out with your roommate last year?

JESUS H. CHRIST. I QUIT.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

I know I said I wouldn't talk about it anymore...

... but now the film is YouTubed for those of you who were having trouble viewing it the other way. So, seriously, this is the last post.