Tallulah is staring at me. Someone is staring at you in Personal Growth. She is in the kitchen, peeking her head around the door. It's unnerving.
Okay, turned out she wanted to go outside. That was a terribly disturbing way to go about it, peeping at me like that.
Anyway, I was so involved in showing you my beautiful YouTube video in yesterday's post that I forgot to tell you I'm on a diet.
Oh, and before I delve into the part where I could really go for some baked brie and big pieces of french bread and also maybe some chocolate creme pie, I noticed that people who watched my boring YouTube video yesterday said, "I've never heard your voice before." Now, didn't you all watch my movie trailer?
Marvin and I are part of a documentary about people who collect photos of strangers–I mean, who DOESN'T do that?–and the filmmaker has made the trailer. Go click on that link if you want to see it. It took a while to download when I just looked at it and appreciated my bra strap all over again.
I keep thinking all the same people read this blog all the time, but new people come in and think, "I wonder if June likes to collect pictures of people she doesn't know?"
And as a matter of fact, I just ran across some pictures of people we don't know that I didn't even know we had. Here's one:
Now, I know I do not have to explain to other I-collect-pictures-of-people-I-don't-know aficionados (such as Faithful Reader Culpepper) why this picture is fabulous.
First of all, I just love to look at old houses. The main reason I loved Warner Bros. cartoons as a kid was I liked to look at the details of the houses from back then. The one about Marc Antony, the big dog with the baby kitten? Has GREAT '50s kitchen stuff.
So, yeah, I love the french doors, and that valance in the next room, and the wallpaper in the dining room. And then I am obsessed with what the women are wearing, and I am totally that guy standing up, who thinks he's hy-LAR-ious holding that appetizer on his head.
I don't know. They just look like they'd be fun people. With their black olives and their coffee. I can't help it. I find these photographs riveting.
Honestly. Do you know ANYONE who diverges from the topic further than I do? I was GOING to tell you about my diet, and then I got up and scanned this picture, and linked to the Marc Antony cartoon, and man, I'm annoying.
At any rate, I am on the glycemic index diet, which is supposed to keep your glycemics indexed or something. And you know, I'm not that starved? I mean, I stuck to it all day today and never once did any of the pets look like a delicious roast or anything. It took 72 hours to prepare everything to take to work tomorrow, because my usual snacks of Snickers and Dr Pepper are not indexed by Mr. Glycemia or whatev.
I have a goal weight in mind. Here's what I want to look like:
Okay, really, where's that appetizer? I am so putting it on my head.