Stacy Horn

First, a gratuitous cat belly shot. This is Finney resting on the couch, after trying to pull the keys off my laptop, scratch the screen, tear up my papers, eat the isight camera, kill Buddy, kill my shoes, bite my face, knock over the vase on my desk, con me into feeding him breakfast twice and finally pushing the ibook off the desk when I got up to get him a toy. Ah yes, you must be all tuckered out. Rest little devil, rest.

Onto new TV.

Kidnapped. Is that the name? It’s okay. It has the actor who played Fearless in Boomtown, and I love that guy, but he got shot early on and I’m not sure if he’ll be back. I don’t think I’ll watch it again. Oh, the son was good, too.

Shark. James Woods is so full of himself and he’s good, but this is very ordinary, otherwise. Not a thing new. I don’t think I’ll keep watching.

Six Degrees. I don’t even know why I watched it, but this premiere is the best premiere I’ve watched this season, totally out of the blue. I really liked it. It had something. Did anyone else watch this?

Heroes. I”m going to give this a try tonight.

PS: To everyone who mentioned Veronica Mars. I tried! I totally expected to love it and didn”t (except I did come to love the father). I don’t get it. All my friends love it. Joss Whedon loves it. It’s almost like some flaw of mine has been revealed. My failure to appreciate it proves that there is something lacking in me.

She was in the Bronx! For those of you who don’t know Manhattan, that’s a long, long way.

I woke up so worried. Now I can get back to work! And working out! And whatever else I like. Maybe I will take a nice walk and pull down all the lost dog flyers I put up the past two days.

Look at
that face. Who could
not love Bean?

My friend’s dog Bean is missing since Wednesday night. I’ve posted pictures of Bean before — I love this dog. She somehow got out of an apartment on 17th between 2nd and 3rd.

There’s a $1,000.00 reward.

Bean is a puggle, (a mix between a pug and a beagle, she is a smallish dog). She has been missing since Wednesday night.

If found please call: 917-612-8086.

I wonder what else can be done? I put flyers up around her neighborhood. Maybe Gothamist would be willing to post something?

But maybe not. Then they’d be deluged with requests like this.

This is what it sounds like in my house. Me talking babytalk to Finney and Buddy, periodically all throughout the day. “Monkey” is one of the 16 billion million katrillion nicknames I have for them.

UPDATE. Oh God, I was going to go the library today, before I remembered it was Monday and it was closed. But I just read Bush is going to be at the library today (ew ew ew) to discuss literacy (hahaha, no seriously, you’ve got to be kidding me, literacy? Bush??).

This is my coffee table which sits in front of my couch, all of which sits in front of the TV. I brought my work over and was sitting there thinking, I could work on my chapter, continue reading that book on the left (quite good so far, it’s called Brimstone) or watch TV.

Work, TV, book, work, TV, book, work, TV, book. What did I do? What, are you kidding? I watched TV even though there was nothing on except re-runs! (That actor who plays Denny on Grey’s Anatomy though. Be still my heart.)