Apocalypse Not Now, But In December

I have a theory that Hollywood is afraid that the world is going to end this year, and that they won't have another opportunity to redeem themselves for the past couple of AWFUL summers of movie releases. So I get a Scottish Pixar Princess on June 22, called Brave. I get the Dark Knight Rises on July 20th. In May, maybe The Avengers or Hysteria or MIBIII won't suck. Seeking A Friend for the End of the World looks cute.  Spiderman has Emma Stone in it, so I might be forced to see it. I do really hate Spiderman. Apparently that Timothy Green movie is finally coming out in August. Everything else looks typical.

UPDATE: I forgot about 5 Year Engagement! I can see that one for my birthday :)

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Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
-Oscar Wilde

Do you think those authors, who we can recognize by that one portrait, ever look back at that selected picture and think that it's just not them. For example, do you ever think Oscar Wilde would have looked back at this:

and thought, "Dear lord, I look like a pretentious-ass-hat-wannabe-philosopher-pimp in this photo! I wish they would have used the one with my smartphone and duckface in the bathroom. That one was really me."

Administrative Assisting

That's what I want to do. I want to be a secretary when I grow up. I know it doesn't look like it, but I am SO organized, in my brain, there are little file cabinets of things. I have never watched Mad Men, but could this:

  be so bad? I think not. They look dapper. I want to look dapper, answer the phone and the door, get coffee, and not give a shit about money ALL OF THE FREAKIN TIME. I want to care about money because I wish I had a little more, so that I could afford to get Mom a clawfoot tub (that's the only thing left, really) by her birthday, not two months after her birthday. I am perfectly okay with that. I could be good at money but I certainly don't want to be. It's icky. It's dirty. I refuse to be associated with it. Unless it wants to be associated with me. In which case, who am I to refuse it's company? I'm not so high and mighty, after all. I'm just a secretary.