OK by now you know the drill. Go to the article and give me a nice fat rating or come back here and say "Hey Speigelman, you need to go back to writing school ya hack." There is still more coverage yet to come. I know I know, it never ends. Just imagine how I feel.

Unfortunately, my illness has bloomed over night from being "inconvenient" to being the equivalent of wrapping my brain in cotton and forcing me to gargle with hot asphalt (thank you Patton Oswald for all the good times) so I'm not sure if I am in the condition to work on a Paris post yet. But I will do my best. The good news is that the Sci Fi channel is having an all day Dr. Who marathon.Mmmmmmmmmmmmm hot britishy sci-fi goodness. Time to put the tea and watch the tellie.

Labels: NYCHFF

Yep, tried to avoid it, but the strain of trying get the NYCHFF coverage done quickly, plus stay on top of my grading and prep classes plus freaking out about next semester, the on going saga with my uncle (who looks more and more like I will have to take to court) and let's not forget the upcoming corridor of holiday snot to commit suicide by, yes, well it seems it was all too much for my precious immune system. I didn't realize quite how sick I was until I was sitting here at my desk attempting to type. Needless to say despite the fact that my business writing class is behind, they will hand in their work and be dismissed lest I pass out while teaching.

Right now I'm that horrible bored kind of sick. You know the kind where you are just sick enough not to be able to do anything useful, like read or write or grade or think, but just together enough to be bored with having nothing to do (as opposed to being so sick you are trying to keep your brain from exploding) and also cognizant of the fact that you SHOULD be doing something and then you wouldn't be bored. But instead of doing that I'm oogling jewelry on Etsy that I can't afford cos I gotta save up for Christmas and another possible trip to Paris.

Labels: illness

On the way to work, this woman on the subway was reading a book titled, "What Really Works With Men." I thought I could save her some time and say, "I've always found that a taser gun, an electrical cattle prod, and a bucket of water works every time." So I think the book needs to be retitled, "What Legally Works With Men."

Anyone on why I have a boyfriend who lives on the other side of the ocean?

Anyone?

Bueller?

Bueller?

Bueller?

(Incidentally am I the only one REALLY disappointed that Ben Stein is now one of the co-hosts of VH 1s American's Most Smartest Model? Oh how the mighty have fallen.)
In case you haven't guessed it, there isn't going to be much action around here because between writing up my festival coverage and trying to furiously catch up on work I have any spare time. So until then, head over the Pretty-Scary and see my latest update. Furthermore, Marv managed to get himself on the front page showcasing the little tables for note taking at the Cantor Film Center. Also there is a function where you can rate the article. Please go there and rate it so I can feel like I'm not writing myself into an early grave over articles no one is reading. Cos if that's the case I might have to come back from the dead and haunt you all, and trust me, no one wants that.

Labels: killer rabbit, NYCHFF