happiness? sacre bleu!
Saturday, May 31st, 2003I confess it, I’ve been remiss. (Wow, guess the church time did stick with me.)
Our last days in Paris were 74 degrees with sun and picnics and boat rides on the Seine, and I just couldn’t muster the will to type. Plus, somehow describing that sort of thing starts sounding saccharine really fast.
And even though now I’m back in New York, we actually finally got some of that gorgeous spring here, which was a first for this year, so again with the uselessness from moi. Way too much park frolicking and ice creamery to do – not to mention ESPN’s full day of Geek Olympics, with five hours of the National Spelling Bee and Mathletes during the intermission… I mean, that spells “irresistible” in any language.
However, today it’s raining again, so here I am at the keyboard.
Still, I can’t think of a thing to rant about. My venom and skepticism and snarkiness have abandoned me, and I am left bereft here in what I would normally note is a rather unflattering LCD backwash, but today I will call a silvery glow. So how about this: I, the cynical, solitary empress of looking on the dark side, am happy.
It’s lovely. I highly recommend it.
To make amends for failing to entertain (all 3 of) you today, and for the past several days – and with thanks to the inimitable Jonathan Newman, who found it – I hereby provide this. “Fluffy Mackerel Pudding” and “Cabbage Casserole Czarina?” To think I’ve been making do with French cuisine.
[For the sake of completeness and in a stab at coherence, this entry was imported from my previous, dormant blog.]