On that note, every year or so, I go through a self-induced Wheaton-binge where all I do is read his blog and think about how cute he is; and how, even though he was (ocassionally) annoying on Next Generation, he was so frickin’ adorable, I couldn’t stand it – only strengthening my deep love and appreciation of nerds. Nerds = Hotness. All this means, reading his blog again everyday and after a year, discovering he’s on Twitter. So yeah, it may SOUND like I’m cyber-stalking him, but I’m really not. Really, I love him because he posts Twitterz like this: A kid just walked down my street, kicking a can. I looked for other kids rolling a hoop with a stick, but saw none. Timestream: intact.

I woke up this morning with an authentic plan to get back into eating better and exercising. Believe it or not, I use to exercise regularly. Then I started having problems with my back and it all went into the crapper. Woke up, did some exercises, realized it’s hard, went for a 20 minute walk. When I got back, I felt pretty good, but slowly this heavy feeling set in. Slug. Tired. I started watching Planet of the Apes, followed by The Day the Earth Stood Still, and fell asleep hard in the middle. Waking up intermittently to watch War Games. TCM is MIA from our cable line up, so I’ve been watching a lot of AMC. Damn commercials. Still, good stuff on my teletubes. When I woke up, I realized that today was hotter than it’s been in the last few weeks. That’ll do it. Being the delicate flower that I am, I don’t do well in the heat. It’s my hibernation time, you see.

And, I got a new gig. A vintage clothing company has hired me to shoot apparel for their eBay listings. Great. The pay is less than glamorous, but it will keep me busy several times a week. And that’s good.

Did I mention the Pasadena Weekly thing? I might have. An old friend/not friend asked me to participate in his weekly feature called “5 Questions”. It’s a neat opportunity and is the paper equivalent to MySpace surveys. Irrelevant questions towards irrelevant people. I can dig that. PT Barnum did say that one thing about publicity, so it’s all good. When it’s printed, I’ll post it. OK? I also had to include a picture – which was a new lesson in self loathing. I had a friend, who’s a kick ass concert photographer, do some shots of me. Lesson one: Fish-eye lens in my mortal enemy. Lesson Two: Concert photographers are better at catching fast moving moments, rather than still standing models. Ah well, what can I say? My good deed will be noted and the photographer will get photo credit.

Noteworthy items:

I haven’t had time to go through or upload my Comic-Con pics. As usual, I made it a point to take pictures of the people no one was taking pictures of. That’s my fave. The chubby Wonder Women, the old masked vigilantes…they’re the real heroes. I mean, seriously, if you’re old and fat and you’ve got the balls to dress up like a comic-book character, you’re A+ in my book. It takes real guts to dress up like that to begin with. Part of me loves the balls-to-the-wall attitude of these people, part of me finds it amusing, but mostly, you should see the looks on their faces when you ask them to take their picture…like you just made their day. The great thing about Comic-Con is that everyone there is willing to have their picture taken. For a few days, they’re celebrities. And with the total mass assimilation of Comic-Con, some of these people show up on new sites and in magazines. How great is that? Warhol said everyone gets their 15 minutes.

I’ll post Comic-Con pics when I get back from Chi-Town.

Along with that, I’ve spent a good deal of time going through images from several paid shoots. It got to the point where my eyes were starting to cross. I’m done, for now. I can’t complain. Being busy means I’m doing something right.

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve jumped on board the Twitter band-wagon. I’m not sure why. My brother put it fairly accurately: It’s like text-messaging…except you’re texting yourself. I get the concept of Twitter, but I haven’t figured out why it’s necessary in life. I’ll admit, it’s moderately fun to post mini-updates from my iPhone (as if anyone cares), but right now the only person on my list if AJB and I don’t think he reads it all that often anyway. I also think that once I start poo-pooing things like Twitter, it means I’m old. Get off my lawn, kind of old. I figure, as long as I at least see what all the fuss is about, I’m doing alright. I’ve also integrated into my blog, which is kind of neat. It also automatically posts daily Twitter updates, so if you’re not Twitterpated, you can at least know that at some point yesterday I was doing something….not all that interesting enough to blog about. Do you care? I don’t see why anyone would.

We live in such a extreme realm of voyeurism. We need constant updates from our friends and must keep tabs on them at all times. Frankly, Twitter is kind of sick, but you didn’t hear that from me. Once again, I find myself contradicting myself. If I dislike Twitter, I should dislike blogs. Right? Besides, news of this week’s earthquake in So. Cal hit Twitter before it hit the news. I guess that counts for something.