Gray bunny
I'm Kelly and I'm not in LA anymore, which is exciting. But probably only for me and the husband, because now I don't really have much craziness to talk about. I'm still checking up on you all from time to time though.
She reads!
I actually finished a book! Cormac McCarthy’s The Road was excellent. I even knew what was going on most of the time. (Kidding) (Okay, not kidding, there were a couple times I totally didn’t know what was going on) (I promise I’m not illiterate)
Anyway, I watched the trailer for the movie and am quite worried about how conventional blah blah it looks, so read the book instead. Which you all have probably already done because you do useful and enriching things with your time like reading, while I lie on the couch watching TCM continuously.
Hey, it’s almost work-related for me.Sort of.
Yeah, not really, since now I just catalog TV shows all the time. But someday someone will ask me if Freddie Bartholomew was in the 40s version of The Secret Garden and I’ll say “No, goddamnit, that was Dean Stockwell! Come on!” See how useful I am?
On a related note, my co-workers and I mused at lunch today about what drinks named after child stars other than Shirley Temple would be made of. Hence, my random spouting above about Freddie vs. Dean. We all got weirded out when contemplating the “Rusty Tamblyn”. I’m stopping.
