I get moving
new boss started.
he is frumpy. frumpy. like, breathes through his nose and is overweight. not very light on his feet. and the closer he gets to deadline, the more disheveled he looks. shirt becomes untucked. stuff like that.
and he seems like a nice guy. so, you know, bonus.
to be honest, now that I have coworkers again, work seems OK. I hung out with the other copy editors Friday night, got tanked, and apparently dubbed the new guy “boss nasty,” which he took like a champ.
I got a lot of growing up to do.
tomorrow, I get on the horn with the doctor, as my heel is killing me. when I run on it, feels like jelly. and then I hobble around like a god damned gimp for half a week. and after that, the bank. yep, a life of excitement.
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I’m really at a loss for something to write about. which the kids call writer’s block, I hear. either way, I’m waiting for something to strike me, but honestly, I’ve been slogging for the last month or so, and it’s been pretty standard.
so. hmm.
saw a movie with the Cat last week. “The Darjeeling Limited,” which is everything you’d expect out of a Wes Anderson movie. condescending, elitist, frustrating, oddly engaging. very pretty. lots of unexplained slow motion. Natalie Portman’s ass (it’s an art film).
and, even more importantly, the Coen brothers have released some insanely violent monstrosity that I’m looking forward to seeing. and they made a fucking movie out of “I am Legend!” with Will Smith! the holiday movie season is upon us! christ, to the hills!
