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Some of you may be wondering where I've been...you may think I've entered into another one of those spirals of slack that I'm prone to....but you're wrong! I have a legitimate reason for this prolonged absense....and she is pictured below  the sneakers are included for scale. Her name is Pixie and she flew into my life about two weeks ago (Ok so it doesn't explain the entire absense...) She is my very own punk rock poodle but is proving to be more punk than poodle right now. We're working on getting her adjusted to Brooklyn living (no she will not be wearing trucker hats and wristbands or drinking coffee). She's just a handful and a handful at that. But she's been urging me to get back to writing here in her own way so here I am. If anyone has any good advice regarding paper training please drop me a line! So Talulah told me that I should write more about myself on here...I've always made it a point to keep my personal life outta this thing but I suppose I could be a little more candid without pissing off too many people. I don't think "too many people" read this anyway or at least anyone I know. So it's 8am and I am watching "Amy Fisher: My Story". What's shocking about this is not that I am watching a made for TV movie about Amy Fisher, that's par for the course with me. It's that I'm up at 8am. Actually I'm not up because I never went to sleep. There's been a lot of that lately for me. Anyway the acting in this is really good....these unknown actors really have the Long Island dialect down to a tee..."It's O-vah wit Jo-E, I sware!" Labels: TV I am one now. But I won't be one of them damn fools with the white cord coming out my jacket that basically says "hey you, Mr. Mugger, I'm the one with the $300 mp3 player in my pocket!" on the subway. I told um, Telulah that I think the more people I see with the little white cord the more I think Apple is a secret division of the CIA designing these "music players" with subliminal programing as an attempt to resurect the famous MK-Ultra mind control program of the 50's. She told me to shut up.
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