I fucking hate it when somebody on facebook says “I meet most of the diagnostic criteria for X HORRIBLE INCURABLE UNTREATABLE DISEASE”. Because, lalala, I run off to the dreaded Differential Diagnosis Machine that is Google and go “ARGH MY GOD I HAVE THIS DREADED DISEASE and it isn’t fatal BUT GOD HOW INCONVENIENT.”
No, I don’t have this dreaded disease. I am just complaining about how the ‘monkey see monkey do’ part of my brain seems to be hyperactive.
Keith and Paul, bless ’em, have gotten me out of the house for walks over the last couple of days. Oakalla was gorgeous, as always, full of lovely dogs. Whom I respected from a respectful distance, but Paul never saw a Samoyed he didn’t want to manhandle.
Inherent Vice is a sterling example of how you CAN film a Pynchon novel. Joachim Phoenix is remarkable, as is the rest of the extremely well chosen cast. Josh Brolin is a standout.
I have met Keith’s girlfriend! She exists. L. is a charming young woman with a most infectious laugh. I gave her a lift home the other night and so had a chance to interact with her.
Buster is remarkably blithe for someone who’s been castrated. He leaped up onto the pinball machine less than 24 hours after the operation. If he keeps this up he’ll rip out his stitches. Remarkable feline. Hopefully his remarkable aim, persistence and bladder capacity will be put to more pious uses in future.
Today’s walkies will include tomaters. Jeff needs tomatoes for BLTs. Also, I must cook bacon.
Everybody have a lovely day now!!
