Guaranteed to be Vain & Vapid™ or double your money back.
Gray, rainy day. But a cute dog came into the office and I turned on the camera. Also manage to end on an up note as I muse about our 24 years together and how I look forward to seeing him at the end of every day. So much for that old chestnut about gay relationships not lasting.
More than nine minutes? Yikes. Guess I went a bit overboard with my anti-SOPA rant. Turns into a damnation of general entertainment industry practices. BBC, why won’t you let Americans have access to your shit? Take our money, please. Then the cats eat.
Time for one of my regular trips to the dermatologist. A bit about a former doctor who bought the farm at a crystal meth fueled orgy. Seriously. And some other stuff, all much less colorful.
Dressing for a chilly turn of the weather with just about the most indulgent clothing possible. Good news on the kitchen faucet front. A quick lesson in making hot chocolate with Kahlúa. And a terminally cute scene of the cat batting around an ice cube.
If 15 videos in 15 days isn’t obvious, I make it official. Yes, I’m doing these video entry thingys daily in January. Otherwise it’s just my usual obsession over food and some scenes from my slice of San Francisco. What else do you do on a gorgeous Sunday?
My Saturday didn’t go quite as planned. Lots of fun with plumbing, cranky husband and elusive parts. At least I got a nice sunset out of the lousy day though.
It’s Friday the 13th. Who cares. Day off so I talk about Starbucks reserve coffees and the Clover coffee machine. After some errands I have a mini-review of “The Adjustment Bureau,” “Are You There, Chelsea” and Chelsea Handler in general.
A bit of a rant on one of my pet peeves. Also an asshole FedEx driver illegally parks and blocks me in the garage then I ruminate on how wonderful Amazon is. It’s twenty twelve. Really.
Started making coffee this morning and realized I was out of beans. The day just goes from there. Coffee, cats, waffles, sunshine, coffee.
High hopes for a productive day dashed by the goddamn Exchange server. Bah. You have to settle for me assembling dinner.
I’m going to drink wine now.