• I have just rediscovered my exercise ball, which spent the past six months sitting in our back hallway. I’m not really sure why I stopped using it in the first place, because it often provided entertaining distractions from paper and/or article writing while promoting core muscles and good posture. I just dusted it off and plopped it in front of my desk. Now I am acting Zen-like by sitting on my half-deflated ball and waiting for Dan to return home so he can help me blow it up to its previous glory. Hopefully, I don’t suffer the same fate as Dwight.
  • Somehow, I constantly find the nerve to get upset about my favorite bloggers that don’t update their sites when I average a month or two between my own updates. Unbelievable.
  • Since I started graduate school, Buffy the Vampire Slayer has come up in several class discussions and numerous reading assignments so I finally decided to rent the series from Netflix. I cannot believe that the defunct WB network ever produced such a quality program! And I am incredibly upset that I missed watching the show in real time, while I was in high school, because there are some great late 1990s pop culture references like Bush—the band, not the inept Commander in Chief.
  • After many years of pondering, I finally sent in a query letter to Bitch regarding an article I want to write about the demon/mock therapist Beatrice Sparks and her stupid books. I e-mailed it to Bitch quite a few weeks ago, so I may have to pitch it to another publication soon—the story is too juicy not to tell!
  • I cannot wait to get my hands on Susan Faludi’s latest book, The Terror Dream: Fear and Fantasy in Post-9/11 America. It’s received excellent reviews so far, unless you count the wackos on Amazon who haven’t read the book but feel the need to bash the author because she’s a big, bad feminist ::gasp::