Sex-filled dream last night. Three men I’ve never actually known. Must be premature Spring Fever.

Well, the Olympics and the Oscars are behind us. I was happy with the Games but far less so with the Academy. I think they snubbed Avatar out of pure jealousy. And sorry, I just don’t like Sandra Bullock.

Now the main television focus is on American Idol. This is the first season I have watched it, having gotten fascinated by Simon Cowell via clips of Britain’s clone, X-Factor. Very entertaining show although I’m nervous about three favorite young men this week since everyone has to sing a Rolling Stones song. (Never mind the Idol backing band just isn’t up to it.)

I do hope Aaron Kelly opts for “Angie”.

The fun of Facebook:

Albert Vanderburg: “It will surprise lots of people when they see how affordable Arcadia is.” $165,000 is affordable to lots of people???

Albert Vanderburg: Reminds me. I dreamed last night I was rushing around trying to borrow $20. No luck. Even Kory K was broke (or claimed to be).

Deb Jensen: you can’t get a garage for that here.
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Patricia Hayes: CANT GET A DUNNY HERE
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Michael J Wise: you can get a large car for that here, but that’s about it.
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Kory Kurokawa: hey, i just bought a house and have a kid on the way… no money here!

YEAR OF THE TIGER

For someone who isn’t really a sports fan, I’m spending an unusual amount of time with them.

I watched the Superbowl, as always mainly for the jazzy new commercials and the half-time show. But actually, the game itself was the best part of it. And cheers to New Orleans for winning.

Half-time was just painful. The Who should have enough sense to retire gracefully. They surely can’t need the money. I guess the distinction of appearing before the largest audience in mankind’s history was an incentive. But they were a very pale shadow of what they once were.

And now it’s the Winter Olympics. The Opening Ceremony was fantastic, the highlight for me being K.D. Lang singing a Leonard Cohen song. As I said on Facebook, it just doesn’t get better than that.

But I’m enjoying the games themselves, too.

I was going to upload a photo of the $104.3 million dollar Giacometti sculpture to Facebook but it said “The photo was either too tall or too skinny.”

That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever seen on the internet.

from Facebook:

Just Googled to see if three of my favorite restaurants still exist. The Original in San Antonio is no more, but there’s a replacement paying tribute to the original Original. Mammy’s in Atlanta is gone. But Nirvana in NYC is still there. Wish I could have dinner there tonight.

Ah, Gaylord in New Delhi is still there, too. Another place I’d love to have dinner tonight.

“Inigo Jones was converted from a stained glass factory — hence the decorative pieces of coloured glass which stand out against the walls of red brick and polished wood, creating a fanciful setting.” Ahhh, London.

I was reminded today, on a much less significant level, of Simon Cowell telling Danyl Johnson “that was single-handedly the best First Audition I have ever seen.”

I say to Barrack Obama, “that was single-handedly the best first State of the Union address I have ever heard.”

Bravo!

Memory is such a strange thing. I was sitting on the front porch just now trying diligently to recall what my first real memory is. It’s confusing because there are so many things I’ve been told that happened. But no, in truth I don’t really remember them.

But then, yes, I am certain the first real memory I have was when I was about six years old. My babysitter, who at least at that time seemed a very old lady, would sit on the floor with me. And we would take those little brown paper caps that chocolates come in, pretend they were houses. And we’d put marbles in them, pretending they were people.

Facebook has an outrageous thing called “Friends for Sale” and I just spent over $1 million for this one:

I suppose if I weren’t constantly yakking all day in Facebook, I’d write more here.