I'm baaaaack...
Hi! Been a while since I touched down here. Also been a while since I actually ranted about something instead of shilling for my work (both still available BTW--and another to come, more details later). Thought I'd get a few rants off my chest:
1. The Jehovah's Witnesses stopped by my house last week. Again. They fan out over my neighborhood at least once a month, which begs the question--do I live over Hellmouth? Should I have Buffy on speed dial because the minions of darkness are about to rise up and take over my tree-lined suburban street? It sure seems that way the way they keep coming back, no matter how many times I politely turn them away. In the dead of winter even. Sheesh!
2. This year's Oscars proved several things:
- Curves, curves, and more curves are in. Not a bony, scrawny anorexic chick in the place. Seeing J Hud and The Queen (Latifah, not Mirren) gloriously strut their stuff confirmed that plus-size is a plus these days.
- Bald may be beautiful, but not on Jack Nicholson. Hopefully he'd adopted the chrome dome for a big-screen adaptation of Kojak (or is that KoJack?).
- Other male trend: facial hair; I won’t call it a beard since it’s mostly just some scraggly hair on the chin, like Shaggy from Scooby-Doo. And that begs another question, when does Scooby get his Oscar? Mr. Doo’s body of work has been outstanding, and think of the acceptance speech…“Wrank wroo…”
- Who’d a thunk Al Gore would be the most exciting thing about the Oscars?
- And finally, Old Broads Rule! There were a lot of ladies in that “I feel bad about my neck” demographic at the Oscars Sunday night—and they stole the show. From glam Diane Keaton to glam Thelma Schoonmaker winning her umpteenth Oscar to glam Sherri Lansing receiving an honorary Oscar (for her good works, alas, not for her phenomenal producing credits), to double glam gorgeous Catherine Deneuve to the fabulously glam Helen Mirren taking home the gold, numerous women of a certain age were being celebrated by the notoriously "ageist" Oscar for the first time since…well, probably ever.
3. Book signings are fun--and weird. I did my first book signing a couple of months ago to a packed house of four very enthusiastic people (including the book store owner). From what I've heard from other authors, you can never be sure ANYONE will show up, so I was thrilled to see some live beings in the audience. I even got to sign autographs, so I felt like the real deal.
The children are shouting, something about starving to death and are we going to eat this century...and the dog is staring at me with that piteous I-want-dinner look, so I'd better hop to...
Ciao for now! Janet - Now power in the 'verse can stop me (but hungry kids can slow me down!)
1. The Jehovah's Witnesses stopped by my house last week. Again. They fan out over my neighborhood at least once a month, which begs the question--do I live over Hellmouth? Should I have Buffy on speed dial because the minions of darkness are about to rise up and take over my tree-lined suburban street? It sure seems that way the way they keep coming back, no matter how many times I politely turn them away. In the dead of winter even. Sheesh!
2. This year's Oscars proved several things:
- Curves, curves, and more curves are in. Not a bony, scrawny anorexic chick in the place. Seeing J Hud and The Queen (Latifah, not Mirren) gloriously strut their stuff confirmed that plus-size is a plus these days.
- Bald may be beautiful, but not on Jack Nicholson. Hopefully he'd adopted the chrome dome for a big-screen adaptation of Kojak (or is that KoJack?).
- Other male trend: facial hair; I won’t call it a beard since it’s mostly just some scraggly hair on the chin, like Shaggy from Scooby-Doo. And that begs another question, when does Scooby get his Oscar? Mr. Doo’s body of work has been outstanding, and think of the acceptance speech…“Wrank wroo…”
- Who’d a thunk Al Gore would be the most exciting thing about the Oscars?
- And finally, Old Broads Rule! There were a lot of ladies in that “I feel bad about my neck” demographic at the Oscars Sunday night—and they stole the show. From glam Diane Keaton to glam Thelma Schoonmaker winning her umpteenth Oscar to glam Sherri Lansing receiving an honorary Oscar (for her good works, alas, not for her phenomenal producing credits), to double glam gorgeous Catherine Deneuve to the fabulously glam Helen Mirren taking home the gold, numerous women of a certain age were being celebrated by the notoriously "ageist" Oscar for the first time since…well, probably ever.
3. Book signings are fun--and weird. I did my first book signing a couple of months ago to a packed house of four very enthusiastic people (including the book store owner). From what I've heard from other authors, you can never be sure ANYONE will show up, so I was thrilled to see some live beings in the audience. I even got to sign autographs, so I felt like the real deal.
The children are shouting, something about starving to death and are we going to eat this century...and the dog is staring at me with that piteous I-want-dinner look, so I'd better hop to...
Ciao for now! Janet - Now power in the 'verse can stop me (but hungry kids can slow me down!)
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