I had great intentions of having lots of interesting and funny things to say tonight, but then I got really distracted by this blog – Strange Maps. I love maps. That, coupled with the fact that my laptop is on his last leg and the keyboard only works when tilted a little forward, has sort of zapped my creative energy.
Briscoe is asleep next to me, dreaming of something, because her legs twitch every few moments, like she is running in her sleep. She and I went on a walk today and she has been very full of herself ever since.
Sometimes, when I’m browsing facebook, and I notice that someone has something really uncool on their profile, like a guy who lists the notebook as one of his favorite movies or lists hootie and the blowfish as one of his favorite bands (you know, those guilty pleasure books, movies, bands that most people secretly like but pretend like they don’t) I immediately wonder – Is this person really cool and confident in themselves and really doesn’t give a damn that they still listen to the first Hanson album and loves the indigo girls? Or, is this person just dweebie enough to have no idea? Does this make me a judgmental bitch? Really, I know people in both categories. Either is a distinct possibility.
Oh, I was going to post about Serena Williams and Kanye. But I’m too tired now and I can pretty much sum it up with three letters. Boo. Wait, here is a longer word – Unacceptable. Childish, immature, and sort of scary. I feel bad for Venus, she seems much less of a diva and much cooler of a person. I can’t believe that Serena said that she didn’t understand why the line judge felt threatened. Really? Serena is what, like 6’3? She’s a really large, imposing figure. But you know who isn’t? Kanye. Taylor Swift towered over him. Do you think that is why he took the mic away from her? Because she’s 5’11 and had on heels and he’s 5’7?
Honestly, I’m just always disappointed when super stars misbehave and try to intimidate those around them. I don’t like it when you pick on the little line judge or the 17 year old county music singer when you are the most imposing female tennis player ever and one of the biggest icons in the music industry. It seems, tacky. But I do like the way Beyonce handled it. She is classy.
On a happier, lighter note, fall is here. The mornings have become consistently cool and the fall smells are here. The warm afternoon intensifies the tea olives and the late jasmine, gardenias and hydragas. The damp humid, cooler mornings smell of oak bark, fallen leaves and wet grass. I’ve been drinking a lot of starbucks. Coffee is so much more enjoyable when it doesn’t make you sweat.
Sweet dreams children, Briscoe has now rolled over on her back and is snoring with all four feet in the air. I think I will join her. It is much easier to count sheep when you have a live one laying at your feet.
I freaked out, got in touch with Josh (Josh is a professor and has his phd in forestry bugs – I saw his dissertation, the man knows his bugs), and anxiously awaited his instructions. Josh said she won’t hurt me, that it’s what they call a banana spider, they are quite common and spin really pretty webs which they use to catch beetles (read – roaches) and mosquitoes. He further recommended that I grab a few beetles and throw them in her nest, because she will attack them and spin them into a cocoon before she eats them and that it is “neat” to watch (his words, not mine). Sweet. It really made me miss him. I told Josh I appreciated his expert opinion but that I would not be throwing any beetles anywhere. I am really pumped that she eats mosquitoes and roaches, so I’ve decided to keep her as a pet. I’ve named her Hermione and she has been watching the dogs for me while I’ve been at work. She is the size of my fist and I swear I can lean on her web without it breaking. It’s like fishing line. 
the thin line between optimism and delusion... 