Later, I Said Later

Internet, internet, I have meant to blog, truly I have. I have been mostly sidetracked by other things. Mostly, work. And books. And running. And…other things. I often think of topics or ideas to share with you all, but then forget it over the course of the day, which is filled with interesting things (like story conferencing with authors) and not-so-interesting things (like filling out mass market tip sheets).

What have I been up to? Not much. Psychic Roommate and I have been running our butts off all around the city and have just finished our last race of the year. We are now officially qualified for the 2011 ING New York City marathon. (And now I am pondering what exactly I’ve gotten myself into.)

In addition, I have seen this movie:

Black Swan

Black Swan, a movie that is totally up my alley.

I have pondered the origins of the phrase “up my alley” (and English idioms in general). Which, incidentally, Black Swan totally is. It’s an artsy psychological horror film about ballet. I love every word-concept of that sentence. “Artsy”, “psychological”, “horror”, and “ballet”. It sometimes surprises people how much I love the grotesque and macabre, but remember, I’m the girl who loves gothic fiction, haunted houses, creepy stories, lurid melodrama, and feeling unsettled. After all, Halloween is my favourite holiday.

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New post at Running Roommates!

Frozen Running Path

Don't be fooled; this is not snow. It's ice.

Things I Learned This Past Weekend

  • Running on ice works all the small muscle groups in your legs.
  • Running on ice when you have one flat foot also causes blisters.
  • You should always live with a tall roommate so she can do things like change your lightbulbs for you.

I’ve read MAGIC UNDER GLASS and I’m itching to discuss it, but I shall postpone that blog post for another day when I have more time. Things are picking up around here–good for business, bad for my sanity. Also, this Friday is Masquerade Prom and I have to figure out how I’m going to get ready for it when I have a full work day. Can I curl my hair on the New Jersey Transit, do you think?

Mum is in town and I’ve subjected her to a healthy dose of icky snow. Too bad she couldn’t bring southern Californian sunshine with her. I am so over February. Hell, I’m so over winter it’s not even funny.

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