so dark the con of man, indeed.

so, The Da Vinci Code was underwhelming. potentially snooze-worthy, which could have been the effect of a number of things (Tom Hanks' acting, Ron Howard's directing, the fact that i saw it at 12:30pm EST) i'm inclined to go with Ron Howard's directing, but the crack of noon matinee is likely the more accurate culprit. i saw it on Google's dime, though, so who am i to complain.

lovely company, that Google.

the last few weeks have been, easily, the best i've had in my tenure as a New Yorker. Bri, this is all your fault; you don't suck at all!

however.

a few things have encumbered my joy this week.

1) my grandfather is in the ICU for a pulmonary embolism.
2) my cat is in the ICU for cancer.

(as a direct or indirect result, i'm not sure, my parents bought a BMW, which, if you knew my parents, is weird) sports cars are common remedies, i've heard.

3) (however unimportant) i've gotten a number of curiously random comments from prior romantic attachments about occurrences in my life writ below. which is...what it is.

4) and my flat-panel LCD monitor has magically disappeared in transit from Queens to Brooklyn.

also strange; i seem to have surpassed my it-tastes-like-crap/dimetapp opinion of Red Bull this week. surpassed to point of near addiction. Bri, this is also your fault.

lions and tigers and hybrids! oh my!

so, the first documented case of a grizzly-polar hybrid bear in the wild...and what do they do? kill it.

way to go, geniuses.

ode to a room with a door.

i have, for the time being, situated myself in a room of my own. with a door and everything. i have a clever little quasi-bathroom. and a bed that is not a couch.

and, of course, now that i have a bed, i've been sleeping in somebody else's.

i'm sure there's some cardinal rule about dating one's roommate.

two points.

one: it eliminates that whole pesky phone tag how-do-we-coordinate-our-lives thing.
two: you'll never have to borrow a toothbrush.

(it would be cumbersome to speak of the fact that i finally found a pleasant living situation, one with ample cuddling, only weeks before i move across the country. so i won't speak of this. at the moment, i am quite pleased. with the nagging exception that my cat of eleven years is likely dying. which is impending heartbreak. but truly, pleased, i promise)

yes, i know. proponent of the parenthetical.

but i have laundry in my apartment. which is blissful.