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Monday, February 06, 2006, 4:00 PM

Recent life factoids, amusing anecdotes of the moment, uncensored Unhinged.

The house in which I have been lounging indolently for the last four days contains movie posters in foreign languages. Like French and Spanish. (Go ahead and laugh, Sandra.) Anyway, do I have to explain how amusing it can be to try and pronounce these names after a glass of wine or two? I think I made up some new sounds.

It was sunny and warm today in LA, so I went after roast beef. Isn't that what everyone does? As I passed a computer and printer fix-it shop, a heavy Mexican stepped out onto the sidewalk to watch my progress. Too bad I was only in jeans and a t-shirt.

"Hi," I said brightly, feeling as if the world was just ... just ... beyond my fingertips.

My answer was an open-mouthed crunch. He was eating a bag of potato chips. Like I said, I was only wearing jeans. And black Mary Janes.

One of the kitties I am taking care of is an adorable orange grumpy Gus. I am slowly, slowly winning him over. He let me hand feed him today and I felt such a sense of acceptance! It was almost absurd how good of a mood I was in after he ate the kernels I'd held out to him. This is a kitty boy who doesn't give his allegiance lightly. He hasn't given me his loyalty and allegiance, but that he's willing to eat from my fingers says a lot. He loves his momma a lot and she loves him unconditionally and that's a good thing, but my heart aches for how he must be feeling without her. He's sleeping in a chair behind me now with one of his white-tipped paws covering his nose.

The other kitty has allergies like me. She sneezes as much as I do. One of the things she does that I love, though, is to seek me out. Yes, she seeks me out. Usually I'm like three feet above her, so she'll stop where she is with her orange, white and black calico face tilted back to look up at me. And then she'll open her little mouth and give me a silent meow. It makes me want to melt.

In other news, I watched Who Wants To Be A Millionaire today and got all excited about an anesthesiologist who used up all three of his lifelines by the time he'd reached $32,000, but then made it all the way to $500,000 on gut instinct. I was clapping my hands and hooting and hollering like a fool gone crazy. But I'm color coordinated, so it's okay.

Best pick up movie for me lately? You've Got Mail with Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan. I love the music, the characters, the sense of humor, the warmth. Nora Ephron, you rock my world.
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