November 12, 1999

Okay, I'm not writing this on Friday, but I didn't write an entry on Friday so just pretend. Oh yeah, my WWF article went up today. This one is an intro to the WWF for the novice, so you can read it even if you don't watch, if you want. If you check this link in the next day or two, there is a big graphic on the front page of the site. I'm famous!

I'm recycling a picture again because I think opening Photoshop would crash my computer right now. I still look like that. That was only a week ago. I also fixed the picture up at the top there so that it shows up and you can see my lovely duck-y theme. Why ducks? No idea.

Mary and I went to see Anywhere But Here on Saturday. During the movie, I thought about coming home and writing a review of it, and then I started thinking about how the Reviews section of my site needs a revamping. So you can see how much attention was being paid to the movie. It was okay, but only because of the performances of Natalie Portman and Susan Sarandon. I know it was a book adaptation, and I think they must have had to cut it up quite a bit, because it felt kind of thrown together. There were a lot of peripheral characters, and some of them seemed interesting. But there were so many, none of them got much screen time. And the pacing was super slow. I was expecting a big tearjerker a la Steel Magnolias or Terms of Endearment, and it wasn't that. I never did get around to re-doing my review pages.

Beth was nice enough to write to me about FHA loans (and I still haven't returned her e-mail - okay, I just took care of that). When we do buy a house, that is definitely the way we will go, if we qualify and everything. Unless we have enough to put down a bigger down payment. Then we will, of course.

What's the big hurry? Our neighbors/landlords are driving us crazy. They are just so damn loud. I have living in apartments and dorms for nearly 10 years now and these are easily the loudest neighbors I have ever had. And we can't exactly complain to the landlord - they are the landlord. And it's not like they don't know...the husband was down here one day collecting rent and he heard it and made a comment about "old houses" and I wanted to ask him why he doesn't lay down a fucking rug or two, or possibly take his kid's shoes off when he's in the house. But I didn't. Because it's far more effective for me to bitch in my journal, right?

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Personal Jukebox is supposed to hold up to 81 hours of MP3 music. That's about 1200 songs. That's a lot of music. I couldn't find a price anywhere on the site though.

Brandy was hospitalized for "dehydration". I feel bad if it's true, but dehydration usually means [whisper] drugs [/whisper].

The WB's new show "Brutally Normal" sounds like it combines Dawson's Creek with Ally McBeal. No, really.

The Real World Hawaii season finale did well in the ratings.

Media may feed weight problems of teenage girls. Well, duh.

Sarah Vowell has an interesting piece about the portrayal of NYC on television in Salon.