17 de Enero, 2008
WOW. What a fantastic cold I caught in the city. I've been sick for a week and last night it morphed into a lung-drowning cough that made me have to sit up to fall asleep. Of course, it may not have helped that I was editing until four in the morning or so. I have to fill out one more type of form for MTV before I'm all done with my paperwork for submitting my first vlog (which was only a 1.5 minute intro), and then I think I may fall into the couch just for one tiny afternoon. I have to be full force on a book that's getting pubbed in México (I'm cover illustrator and also chapter headings illo hombre) soon...and really do have to get on my new vlog project (an actual piece this time involving other people and like, leaving the house) so I'm not...well, staying up til 4 am editing next week. Which I'll probably be anyway.
The flow of online noise junk-thought/junk-speech has increased as we now are only ...ten short months from the elections. I wade into it and feel little excitement. (Maybe that's just because it is taking about three chimichanga's worth of calorie energy to scroll an internet page at the moment.) Though nothing excites me more than the thought that I get to watch George. W. Bush (oh, to only dream that the man has Google Alerts set up) leave, yes'm—leave la Casa Blanca. The thought of that perpwalk (well, actually, I think of all his movements as a "perpwalk") and the absence of his sneering visage fills me with a lavender summer breeze type of sensation. Mmmm. Feel the oily wake of the Decider.
Speaking of lavender and summer breezes, I am too tired for clever segues. Coming soon: the fotografik account of my days at Zuky Ranch, and a part 3 to MTV camp. Which will be a bit more fun than the last entry. Because of course, despite all other considerations, it was fun, too.
Finally, an ex-girlfriend once told me I was the only person she knew who cooked by remote control. That's right. Deal with it.