My New Friend, Wally
I recently made it so that Facebook imports all my blog entries onto my Notes section. I don’t know if this was a smart idea. I mean, yes, currently any of my friends can look at my blog if they wanted to, but very few usually do.
Oh, hell, like anything that unique or shocking goes on with me.
But I do run the risk of people I work with knowing slightly embarrassing things about me, and they’re more likely to know these things if an alert comes to them on Facebook that I’ve “posted a new note” and they idly click on it.
Such as, I currently have my first wart.
I have never had a wart in my life. So when this thing first started on my finger, I didn’t even know what it was. I didn’t pay attention to it for a while, and it wasn’t that unsightly. But finally I said, what the hell is this?
I looked up “warts” on my computer at work and promptly got several screens scolding me for trying to get on porn sites. Apparently people tend to search “genital warts” on the internet more than just regular warts.
I finally made my self-diagnosis, and trekked to the store for some wart remover. It’s this pretty cool stuff that you charge the little tip and then put it on the area, and it instantly freezes it. Then after a couple weeks it dries up and falls off. (Cool. Can I save it? Put it in a locket to wear around my neck?)
The thing that’s frustrating is, you mean I do this treatment and then I don’t know for TWO WEEKS if it was effective or not? Yeah, that’s right. You can’t do another treatment for two weeks after you do one, you just have to wait and see. If after two weeks it hasn’t fallen off, then you can do another one.
Man, what a drag. I didn’t know I was signing on for possibly months of self-therapy with this thing.
I think I should name my wart. What do you think? Wally?
Enough gross talk. Actually, I think there are a lot grosser things. Wally isn’t that nasty to look at, but I’m just kind of tired of his companionship, you know?
Book Signing News
One more very cool new development:
At my book signing on December 20th at Changing Hands bookstore in Tempe, any person purchasing a copy of The Unreachable Star: My Unauthorized Travels with Patti LuPone is automatically entered to win two PREMIUM tickets to Patti LuPone’s performance on January 2, 2010 at Phoenix Symphony Hall. That is a smokin’ deal - for one piddling 16 dollar book you could end up with two tickets worth 85 dollars apiece to be up close and personal with THE greatest and most inspiring Broadway diva of our time.
And even if you don’t win, get tickets anyway. My philosophy has always been that memories never depreciate, and trust me, being witness to any performance of Patti LuPone’s is a memory you’ll be damned glad to have.
I won’t be there, sadly, but I think I’ve had enough Patti LuPone memories to last through this lifetime and three more!
Flu Season
Finally - a couple kids in Max’s school are home with swine flu. SHIT. Every time he coughs I have a heart attack now. It’s not that I think he’s gonna die of swine flu - I’d just prefer he not get ANY flu. I guess it’s kind of unrealistic to think he might make it through the whole season without getting sick. But hey, he consumes massive amounts of Michelina’s wheels and cheese (10 for 10 dollars!), and maybe it’ll prove to somehow have some mysterious immune-system-boosting quality.
Dude. TMI! Haha, just kidding. You should hear the stuff my girlfriends and I share amongst ourselves…like my friend Jenna and her crotch pain. We have no shame!
I love the randomness of your blog. Hope you don’t mind I linked to it on mine. So there’s more potentially embarressing publicity for you.
KatieBQ
November 3rd, 2009
This Jenna intrigues me.
Honored to be linked.
admin
November 3rd, 2009