Be a crab or just live near one

This is usually about the length of time I have to go between posts before one of my four faithful readers e-mails me or posts a comment asking if I'm okay and/or when am I going to post already. No one has been looking for me lately, but I've decided not to wait around for you this time, people.

First off, I have to brag. I won Karan's Oscar Pool, correctly predicting guessing 16 of the 24 Oscar winners this year. My prize, aside from the self-congratulations, arrived less than 72 hours after the Oscar telecast ended: A DVD of the Best Song-winning film, Once. (And if you haven't already signed up for a free online subscription to nytimes.com, don't blame me for moving on.) I had really wanted to see this movie but it came and went from theaters too fast, so I'm very excited to watch this. Thanks, Karan, for the generous and thoughtful gift, and for hosting the game again this year!

Okay, has anyone else been watching Celebrity Reh@b with Dr. Drew? It's not really as good since king-of-all-train-wrecks and former pretend celebrity boyfriend Jeff Con@way left to, presumably, go back to his pill-popping ways, but this show is as addictive as any of the substances that these Q-list "stars" have ever taken to excess. And also? Conaway couldn't have been righter when he commented on Drew's arms. Rawr.

I stayed home from work today to nurse a stuffed-up head and sore throat. If I wasn't such a baby, I would have gone to work anyway, but I am a baby and I am also tired and crabby, so now I'm on my couch watching last night's episode of Breaking Bad. (Ask me how much I <3 my DVR. I dare you.)

I always include a little note to my landlords when I send them my rent check. Saturday morning they called me to thank me for my note this month. I don't know who's nicer, them or me. It's a toss-up, for sure.

And speaking of how good the living is on Revere Beach, did you hear about the big auction of unsold units at the newest building along the Boulevard? Buy one and we can have a standing date for lobster rolls at Kelly's once a week, seagulls included at no extra charge. (Buy two condos, give me one, and we'll be best friends forever, with or without the crustaceans.) I tried to convince the rich Ju sister (not the formerly Jaded one - regretfully) to buy one of the units as an investment, 'cause she's usually complaining about her tax burden (boo frickin' hoo), but she declined. My bigger concern is that Mother Ju would buy one and then want to meet me for crustaceans nightly. I do enjoy a good crab salad or lobster roll, but even an avid treyf-eater has to draw the line somewhere. For me, that line is in Salem and I really think she should stay there.

(Love you, Mom!)
(Really.)
(Just not next door, 'mkay?)

Oh, and just to round out my TV-watching-of-shame, I confess to watching and thoroughly enjoying every moment of the return of Angie and Jesse on All My Children. All we need is for Jenny to rise from the grave and Greg, wherever he got off to, to come on back along with Liza Colby and give us a reunion for the ages. And, seriously, am I the only one who cannot get over how Darnell Williams and Debbi Morgan have not aged more than about 3 months since we last saw them in the '80s? Forget La Lucci with her skin-care infomercials (and unacknowledged cosmetic surgeries); I wanna know how Debbi and Darnell have managed to virtually halt the natural aging process.

Speaking of AMC, today's episode is just getting underway. Later, 'tater.

Posted by cynical at March 03, 2008 01:04 PM