Stacy Horn

This is Buddy cleaning himself. The impossible positions they are able to effect!

So, is anyone getting into Big Brother? I’m having trouble for the first time. The only part I’ve enjoyed is disliking Jen, but I don’t like the people I dislike to stay around. It stops being entertaining and becomes upsetting. The enjoyment comes from knowing that justice will be served, and watching their asses get evicted right outta there. Except, it is life and I am frequently disappointed, I just remembered. (Kaysar!) The people I dislike are not necessarily evicted. Oh God. I never learn. What’s probably going to happen is Jen is going to win.

Anyway, this morning we learned that someone in our choir died. He was 80, but still. It’s sad. I didn’t know him well, but he seemed gracious, alive and not near death. I’m so sorry Fritz. We’re all right behind you, more or less. I’m glad John made a big deal of your last birthday, and we all sang to you.

I’ve been editing editing editing, but I think I need to step away from the manuscript for a day. It’s very hard to stop though. The sooner it’s perfect, the sooner I can rest the sweet rest of those who have handed in an edited book.

This is another still from Beauty and the Beast. Beauty is sitting in front of the mirror in her bedroom, angsting about I forget what. But it’s a fairly accurate picture of how burned out I feel. I downloaded a horror movie called The Orphanage. I’m going to try to stop working and watch that.

Photograph missing! I don’t know where it went!

I have it on good authority that everyone reading this right now is fairer than any else. It’s a fact. Sorry everyone else. What can I say? Don’t hate us because we’re pretty.

I’m recycling a picture from an earlier post. This picture makes me happy. It brings back fond memories from growing up. Those were exciting times, except it’s always exciting in some way at all times, isn’t it? The way it was exciting for me then was because the world sucked in many ways, but I believed I could do something about it. I think Obama supporters are feeling that same potential, which is a good thing. Do your part to make the world better. Please do it without the hate though. I can’t take the hate anymore. (And I’m talking to you people hating on us because we’re pretty.) (Okay, I’m kidding.) (Except we are pretty.)

I can’t make up my mind what to do with myself today. Movie? Massage? Hard choices, I know. Sometimes I have the life.

Sometimes I love looking over at Buddy, all cosy and warm on the big, fluffy, snowy-white comforter, on top of my red velvet couch, with snow falling outside, and remembering that before I got him he was living in a shuttered, abandoned beauty parlor in Harlem without heat, and doesn’t he have the life now, and how nice is that?

Here is a picture of Buddy taken moments ago, except he has since jumped off the couch and is now eating. Nom, nom, nom.

It makes me happy that today Buddy is living in what constitutes the lap of luxury for a cat.

Update. Finney in the lap of kitty luxury.

It’s one of my favorite movies of all time. A while ago I uploaded a picture I took that reminded me of the statues from the movie. I had tried to find a picture from the movie so you could see the resemblance, but I couldn’t find one. But thanks to http://www.silverscreenings.net/, I have one now. So here is the statue, followed by the shot I took, I think on 10th Street.

This is another still from the movie. I was so mesmorized by this particular scene I wrote a poem inspired by it when I was in college. I was going to try to find the poem, but I’m sure it’s really bad. I was a college student! Didn’t we all write bad poetry then? But look at this. Gorgeous. Beauty is floating down a corridor in the castle of the Beast. The curtains float up before and after her as she glides by. It was just stunning. I’m going to upload some more stills tomorrow, I think. I could have written a poem about every scene. In fact, ever since I’ve wished I could have a bedroom like Beauty’s bedroom at the castle. It was an enchanted jungle, like a room that was both outside and inside.