From The Oracle of Bacon



Mo Rocca has a Bacon number of 2. Mo Rocca was in Bewitched (2005) with David Alan Grier
David Alan Grier was in Woodsman, The (2004) with Kevin Bacon



I just love that DAVID ALAN GRIER is the link between Mo Rocca and Kevin Bacon. Who knew??

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Laughing At Self



I totally misspelled saki in my last post. Twice.



I'm working on a redesign of this blog's template. I'm gonna make it all pretty and slick one day soon.



I think Finals Week Stress has given me Heartburn. Way to feel too old for college.

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Post 102: In which our heroine goes to Athens, and eventually has homemade sushi and lots of wine and sake in Atlanta



You read that correctly; yesterday I made my every-couple-of-years pilgrimage to Athens, GA. I went there directly from my grandparents, where I'd been since Thursday afternoon. I went to Athens to hear my ex play from his new Great Directors album (yes, it is five tracks named for five directors, and each song is centered around its namesake. Kind of clever and cute.) and hear The Men of Science play their biggest show ever. If you know me, you know I never go to shows, especially not shows that require me to drive out of my way to places like Athens, but I had a good time and didn't complain. (Ok, I complained a little when I first arrived, but once I ate dinner I chilled out and enjoyed myself. Plus I got to see a lot of people I hadn't seen in months and months, so that was nice, too.)



I ended up driving home straight after the show, which got me home at about 2 in the morning. I got up this morning and took my time about life (rare for me, and something I should probably do more of). I eventually got lunch, drank a few cups of coffee, filed some stray documents, swept out my bedroom, put away my clean clothes, and even studied a bit. Then I picked up Bonnie & Bonnie's Rob, and we went and had (homemade!) sushi at another friend's house. Lots of red wine and sake were had by all. We even managed to connect Paul Giamatti to Kevin Bacon in exactly six degrees. (Yes, we did realize "Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon" is so 10 years ago, but we didn't care.)



I'm waiting to hear how a friend's first date went...since I haven't heard anything yet and it's 11PM and they met at 6:30ish, I'm thinking it's going well.



And I'm planning to update the links sidebar sometime this week. I'm thinking after my finals are all completed.

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Diners, Internet Dating, Tapas, and More!




CV and I are turning completely into this horrible, horrible single-girl-in-the-city cliche...so far this week we've commisserated at the same diner not once, but twice in the past 5 days. We had the same server both mornings, and today she saw fit to offer us man advice (uh, were we really being that loud and revealing? Answer: Yes.) In addition, we have now both entered the "money-back guarantee" world of internet dating. We thought it'd be more fun if we had each other. Or something.




Yesterday I had $1 tapas and $2 domestic bottles with Ori. We flirted shamelessly with the (cute) (artist) waiter. He remembered us from when we used to go there weekly over the summer, when we were both out of school. Ori and I make a rather striking pair, so we get recognized quite a lot out on the scene. Throw her man J in the mix and we three transform into a trio of devilish, multi-racial, pan-sexual trouble.



Before eating yesterday, Ori took me by the house she and J are hoping to buy. I am very, very jealous that she has a boy who wants to buy real estate with her. This is really all I want out of life: some man who wants to buy real estate with me. For real.

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I should be doing everything except this




I want someone to hold my hand while I walk alone.



I want to go on a million different adventures by myself and with you.



I want only the things that are mutually exclusive, and I want them all at once.




And in non-navel gazing news, the ex and I are working on a Christmas song for y'all. It's sort of a melancholy anti-love letter to the holidays and being alone with another person. Or something equally pretentious sounding.



And speaking of pretentious, how about this piece of intellectual creme puff from the paper I'm supposed to be finishing as I type this: "If viral marketing works as the post-modern incarnation of word-of-mouth, will every human soon become a walking barrage of advertisements?"



Ok, all for now.

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Tired of December



I'm tired of December. It's the worst month for me, what with the lack of decent sunshine any given day and the red-and-green cheer everywhere that I've never been able to get into. Great example: I only like the melancholy Christmas songs. If someone's voice isn't laced with heartbreak and disappointment I don't want to hear it.



I also think the lack of sunshine screwing with my seratonin levels makes me go a little crazier than I am the rest of the year. I feel a little unbalanced and in desperate need of attention. The "Look at me! Look at me!" compulsion kicks in and often gets me into impulsive trouble.



Yeah. I spent most of yesterday afternoon laying in my bed trying to keep the world from being my enemy.



I've got a paper to research and write, so I guess I'll write more later. Or not.
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This is a sort of an inebriated post, so I'll probably regret it later but...




I can't go anywhere in this town.




I am a foodie snob.




I like sherry.




My god, I need to stay underground. Seeing My Favorite Mistake at the bar is not worth seeing the guy-I-think-is-kinda-cute-and-maybe-we-could-date. And yes, I realize I'm referencing Sheryl Crow on that whole My Favorite Mistake bit, and no, I don't like her music at all, but it is just so appropriate I can't help it.



For Christin: It's not that hard. (2-pronged arguement). Don't change your plans for me.



Yeah, I need to go to bed.

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