12.23.2008

I should be packing.

(Do you read Mimi Smartypants? Her blog makes me die laughing. I'm in a short-winded mood tonight, so I'm writing in her style. I am not, however, trying to be as hilarious as she is. I also do not have a 5-year old named Nora. You are forewarned. )

STALKING THE PET RESORT
Matt's wife, Nicole, dropped their beagle, Kismet, off at a pet resort in Soho this morning before work. They're going out of town and so Kismet is going to spend two weeks with a bunch of other medium-sized dogs. The pet resort has a webcam and I literally spent all day with the thing on in the background. Every so often I'd maximize that window and check in on little Kismet; it was the most fascinating thing to see her interact with other dogs and the resort's employees.

I wonder what Oscar does all day while I'm at work.


JUST WHEN YOU THINK NO ONE IS WATCHING
Some people write poetry about watching their lovers sleep; I could never stay awake long enough for that poetic opportunity. I do love watching people while they work, though. I like the faces they make to themselves, crinkled noses and rolling eyes. I like the faces people make when they're thinking, when they're calculating sentences and code and strategy. Once an ex-boyfriend commented on the way I tap my nose sometimes when I'm deep in thought. I guess that's really what you want, right? Someone who cares to notice the little ways that you converse with yourself.


PREY TO YOUR MUSICAL MANIPULATION
Tonight I gave some money to a man playing Christmas carols on a trumpet in the subway. I am more willing to part with my dollars when you appeal to my nostalgia.

Needless to say, I will really be in trouble if someone starts singing French ballads under the New York ground.


WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE
One of the chairs in the living room has become an external closet. If my life were a children's book, that chair would be the bulky shape the kid believes is a monster when the lights go out. I should rectify the situation immediately (the wrinkling! it's getting worse by the second!), but I will probably just lie here on the couch and read blogs while I listen to Ingrid music. Then tomorrow when I'm supposed to leave for Christmas, I will suddenly fly into a fit of cleaning and put them all away in 7 minutes.

It's bad when the laziness is predictable.


YES, I REMEMBER MY DREAMS EVERY NIGHT.
Last night I had a dream that Kate, Steve and I were in an elevator. We'd just been shopping for Halloween costumes and while they found a plethora of possibilities, I couldn't find anything I wanted to be. When we got in the elevator, we tried to go down one floor and end up going down 1,000 floors. We then tried to get back to where we just were and missed it again by 1,000 floors.

I leave it to your interpretive skills whether I am concerned with my identity or social mobility.


CAT & CHEMISTRY
Here is a picture of Oscar, who just jumped on my lap and has now hijacked my left arm to use as a pillow. And yes, I am wearing my Dad's Chemists Have Solutions tee from 1970. Classy.


-- jen smartypants' fingers look longer than her torso in photos.

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