In honor of Virgin Radio

My favorite spot in the afternoon Virgin radio lineup is a segment called "I am...." wherein listeners text in some near-existential one-liner about what they're doing at the moment. Since I haven't blogged in ages and I'm bored in class, I thought I'd play with this idea.

I am....

looking at Clean Air Act discount rates and wondering if they figured in the cost of my brain matter dysfunction related to looking at incomprehensible numbers before declaring the Clean Air Act a cost-effective measure.

London, baby!

And here they are....

My pictures from London. I warn you that my camera only saw the light during the approximately 5 minutes wherein Cate emerged from behind her own camera to rest or wander. My pictures are extremely random and represent about 10% of what we actually saw. For more detail, bug Cate to post her entire 1000+ picture library.

But this will do for now.

Credit where (My) Credit is Due

I. Am. A. Star.

A behind-the-scenes star, I suppose, but a star nonetheless. My sense of humor, camaraderie, and general glee were crucial in the making of this film, by Omar Phillips.

Enjoy it.

But only come back here if you're willing to praise me excessively and use vain, flattering words that match my overzealous self-evaluation. It's what my publicist says is best for my new-found "image." Oh *sigh* the life of true celebr-I-ty!

Come back....come back....COME BACK!

That's an exact quote from my airplane trip home. Did I cry? Only for an hour as I left and during the whole landing process as I watched California come into view. Hawaii was heaven. For one brief week, I was an angel. And then I (thank heavens not literally) crashed back to the not-so-divine Los Angeles.

I miss paradise.

Here's a small taste of it for y'all....

By the way - that's my splash as I jumped into the pool....I also went parasailing, snorkeling, and fell in a stream. All just a pretty typical vacation day for me, really.

Missing from all of this is the underwater camera shots - sea turtles, dolphins, unimaginably huge fish, and me flying 400 feet above the water under a parasail....it was unbelievably awesome - in the true meaning of the word.

However, if adventure ain't your thang like it be mine...there was plenty of culture, too:

In closing,don't be surprised if I go missing one day and suddenly show up in a trendy organic cafe with wireless Internet on the North Shore of Hawaii. I could really get used to going barefoot, being tan, and knowing several sea turtles on a first name basis.

COME BACK! TAKE ME BACK! I WANNA GO HOME!!

No Reports of Gender Bias Here!

I called my dad on Sunday and we had the following conversation:

Me: Hey dad! Did you see the end of the Eagles game? It was fantastic.

*long pause*

Dad: Why are you watching football?

I closed my eyes for a long moment as I offered the God grant me patience prayer...What is it about me that makes it so foreign that I watch football regularly? Is it not possible that a woman who dresses well, likes pedicures, and attends art functions could ALSO enjoy a good rumble? Remember, please, world-at-large, that the Latin word for ME is conundrati...

Me (offering the same explanation I have offered to hundreds of people throughout time): Because I like football. I have a hard time following it live, but I really enjoy when it's filmed well so that I can see the action, hear the plays, and make fun of the announcers.

*Dad chuckles, pauses, then gets excited*

Dad: Well - you'd better not miss the Bears! They're really on this season.

Me: So I hear. They're on next, Monday, right?

*sound of my Dad hitting the floor as my mom dials 9-1-1*

Doing My Part to Support the Beehive State

CELEBRINERD

It's a great word, Ken Jennings, that fills a much-noted void. I may even be one, as I recently had my first FAN encounter.

"Oh my gosh! It's GLO! Wait! I've got to have the inside scoop. This guy....?"

Yep. That was my Friday. Very surreal. Kinda like everything in the world of the celebrinerd. Just a little off from the pack. That's where you'll find the celebrinerds.

Whaddaya think? Have I said it enough to register with Google? I'm trying to take this word global.

At long last, I have been inducted...

Here it is. The first EVER sports injury. My coolness quotient went up considerably when it happened.

Unfortunately, while it hurts to get hit by a fastball that you can't hit to save your life - it doesn't leave as much of a bruise as expected. So, the picture doesn't do justice to the amount of injury that it is. Really. I'm in pain. I may die. Any minute now. That's how cool I am now. I may die from sports.

Okay. I'm kidding. I did get hit by a ball shot out of a pitching machine at 50 mph, but it was entirely my fault. I was leaning into the box. I was pretty darned determined I was going to at least try and hit that ball. I failed. But I got a SPORTS-RELATED INJURY. You have no idea how excited I am about that.

Next up, I need to actually play a sport with any degree of ease. Then I will be the COOLEST girl on the planet. I just know it. High school told me so.