Where is your mobile phone? Purse.
Where is your significant other? Upstairs.
Your hair colour? Brown.
Your mother? Uneasy.
Your father? Measured.
Your favourite thing? Sleep.
Your dream last night? Stalker.
Your dream goal? Novel.
The room you’re in? Pink.
Your hobby? Knitting.
Your fear? Crazy.
Where do you want to be in 6 years? Organized.
Where were you last night? Here.
What you’re not? Tall.
One of your wish-list items? Clothes.
Where you grew up? Military.
The last thing you did? Taught.
What are you wearing? BCBG.
Your TV? MSNBC.
Your pets? Loud.
Your computer? Demanding.
Your mood? Nervous.
Missing someone? Nana.
Your car? Dirty.
Something you’re not wearing? Pajamas.
Favourite shop? Anthropologie.
Your summer? Hot.
Love someone? Fraction.
Your favourite colour? Tiffany.
When is the last time you laughed? Henry.
When is the last time you cried? Obama.

Your turn.

Meme

Originally uploaded by Kelly Sue

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This is a game by cast on cast off, here by way of yarnmonster.

The rules:

Using fd’s Flickr Toys,

a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker).

The Questions:

1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One Word to describe you.
12. Your flickr name.

Tag yourself if you want to play!

Henry, NO! Originally uploaded by Kelly Sue

First, let me thank Dennis Culver again for the amazing Henry, NO! sketch you see pictured above. So. Awesome. (Dennis is one of those guys who has really upped his game over the last few years. I admire his work ethic tremendously. It’s obviously paying off — check out that THING!)Next, a big thank you to the N3rds for having me on their show and being so kind in light of my caffeine-fueled chattering. I screwed up my courage this morning and listened to the whole thing and — surprise, surprise — it wasn’t as bad as I feared. I do hate my voice, particularly at first, but as I start to relax it’s not as bad. Anyway, I figure my horror is just a symptom of my rampant self-obsession and no one else is going to notice.

Kwip has a lovely voice, doesn’t he? Something about him reminds me of my friend Ryan Olson, who is similarly melodious. (Speaking of voices, do you watch The Wire? I want Slim Charles and Norman to have their own radio show.)

I was bummed to hear in their review of THE IMMORTAL IRON FIST #12, they referred to Misty Knight and Colleen Wing as “peripheral bitches.” Setting aside the general ugliness of using “bitches” as a sort of plural pronoun for “women” (which is an uphill battle I’m not going to win, so I’ll just register my dissent politely and move on), I felt as though Misty and Colleen as Heroes for Hire (and with Misty being Danny’s ex, to boot) had earned a distinction beyond arm candy. I think this feeds into a larger discussion we could have on the problem with CONTINUITY and the big two in general, but that’s a can of worms I don’t have time to open today. More when Fraction’s not waiting for me to take the baby, you know? (So… when HL’s 25, we’ll get back to this.)

Speaking of HL, Kara is busily trying to buy a house (YAY!! Go, Kara!) so, alas, she won’t be coming back to look after the boy. That means I’m back to not really being able to work during the day, and any progress I made before the holidays is rapidly coming to naught. SO: Fraction and I are going to go check out some Montessori schools with day care this week. Wish us luck. If we’re not in love with any of these, I guess we’ll start looking for another nanny who can do 2-3 x a week, but I’m hoping for the schools as I’m having to cut down on my work schedule anyway and we can only afford so much. Anyway, cross your fingers for us.

I’m such a dork: I got a little thrill this morning receiving an anonymous shout out from the Babies and Moms Radio Moms in show #42. (I’m the mom who sent Nancy the picture of me reading her book to my son.) I get so much out of their podcast, I really do. Go, BABIES AND MOMS! Love them.

Tonight’s Studio 360 sounds really good:

• “It’s not a computer game. Second Life is an online virtual world designed and controlled by its inhabitants. In some ways it’s just like “real” life: full of buying, selling, entertainment and sex. But the high-power graphic tools that make Second Life possible also make it a great place to design visual art and sculpture. Second Life resident Richard Minsky takes Kurt on a tour of the new virtual masterpieces.”
• “Four years after Buffy the Vampire Slayer ended, creator Joss Whedon has resurrected his cult hit TV series in a very surprising fashion: as a comic book. Produced by Eric Molinsky.”
• “Meet Hasan Elahi. He’s an American artist with a focus on new media. After someone reported him as a terrorist, he began using the power of the internet to clear his name: he posts every last detail of his private life, from cell phone records to lunches to urinals. He told Brooke Darrah Shuman how he’s made his website an art project called Tracking Transience.”

The following is from Delancyplace.com’s daily e-mail of March 6th (I’m catching up on my inbox). Emphasis mine –

In today’s excerpt, Delanceyplace favorite Alan Jay Lerner writes about the work ethic of great stars. The context is the preparation for his greatest hit, My Fair Lady, and Rex Harrison has voluntarily shown up before the rest of the cast to begin his rehearsals. This causes Lerner to reflect on another great star–Fred Astaire:
“[Right before we began rehearsals], while the rest of our future company was enjoying their Christmas in London, Rex arrived three days before the holidays to begin work in advance with Fritz [Loewe, Lerner's partner], Moss [Hart, the producer], and me.

“It was another example of something I found to be true throughout my professional life. Every genuinely great star with whom I have ever worked is a star not only because of talent and that indefinable substance, but because he works harder than anyone else, cares more than anyone else and his sense of perfection, which is deeper than anyone else’s, demands more of him.

“I remember when I was doing a film with Fred Astaire, it was nothing for him to work three or four days on two bars of music. One evening in the dark grey hours of dusk, I was walking across the deserted MGM lot when a small, weary figure with a towel around his neck suddenly appeared out of one of the giant cube sound stages. It was Fred. He came over to me, threw his arm around my shoulder and said: ‘Oh, Alan, why doesn’t someone tell me I cannot dance?’ The tormented illogic of his question made any answer insipid, and all I could do was walk with him in silence. Why doesn’t someone tell Fred Astaire he cannot dance? Because no one would ever ask that question but Fred Astaire. Which is why he is Fred Astaire.”

Alan Jay Lerner, The Street Where I Live, Da Capo, 1978, p. 89.

Jennifer Hudson may be a very lovely person — no doubt she’s talented — but I *hate* that song more than I can possibly express without hand gestures and sound effects.