Came up with this yesterday whilst counseling a former student on how to deal with being misrepresented in the media. My answer was that the reporter didn't have the inclination to make the article more interesting. Upon further emails, I hit upon this:

People are human.

I think it's a good thing to keep in mind whilst dealing with efftards. I feel better already, having applied it to the Masshole cop I wrote about a couple of weeks ago. I just might embroider it on a pillow or some such.

In France, they don't go “window-shopping.” They go faire du lèche vitrines, which literally translates to “window-licking.”

…even though it hasn't felt like it. I finished a new draft of a press release, made a phone call for a client, worked out for an hour, ate lunch, and applied for a contract gig. Not bad! I'm going to stop by Trader Joe's later to buy tomatoes for salad and a bouquet for my mom. And you? How's your day, Bunky?

Well, we in Western Mass were supposed to be deluged with snow yesterday. Didn't happen. Pretty aggravating, waiting all morning for the snow to start. We even cancelled Playwrights' Lab. It's not as much fun to eat the snowed-in snacks when you're not snowed in, but we managed.

Good thoughts for Carlin — who's having a baby this morning — would be appreciated.

Well, after all my proclamations that 2010 would be the year I finally finish my musical, here I go starting a whole new play. Can I help it that these two disparate characters have shown up at the club bar that is my mind, demanding that I feed them and give them booze and, oh yeah, voices?

And, while I'm confessing, I also have an idea in mind for a Lifetime-for-Women love story, but for that, I'll have to write a (gasp) screenplay. Yick.