Unintentionally Amusing

The umbrella is broken. So goes my life.

My haircut is hideous. Again, how completely new an experience for me. I swear, I am not meant for vanity. Joel said he’d give me $10 to shave my head. Tempting. And apparently golden blonde streaks are supposed to blend in my light brown roots with my strawberry blonde ends. I must have failed colour math. I go back tomorrow to fix things. I’m terrified.

A friend from university called last night. As we were chatting about all things career, portfolio, risk-taking, Brian McLaren, The Devil Wears Prada and men (or lack thereof), she stopped me mid-conversion twice to make me write down what I was saying. I don’t usually quote myself (as I don’t usually remember what I’ve said), but since she encouraged me to transcribe my own quasi-amusing observations about my life, I shall share with you my words of greatness:

“I would totally give up film to bake cakes and sew my kids matching outfits.”*

“I shouldn’t spend so much time thinking about my hair. But I do because it’s always bad.”

*I would like to add a footnote to the first quote. I will probably be more of a steamed-veggies-and-Sears-catalogue kind of mother. Kirstie Alley took a break from acting to bake cakes and she ended up in a bikini on Oprah. Not something I aspire to.

And Beth, I wish I had some sort of phenomenal Christmas movie recommendation, but there doesn’t seem to be a clear must-see of the season. Personally, I loved The Prestige and The Departed. Dreamgirls has a lot of Oscar buzz around it, and Letters from Iwo Jima (Clint Eastwood’s counterpart to Flags of our Fathers) just won the top prize at the Critics Choice Awards. So if you’re up for a Japanese war movie (written by Ontario boy Paul Haggis), that might be worth checking out. My brother thinks Casino Royale is one of the best action movies he’s ever seen. And if you want to dance, watch Happy Feet.

I'm scheduled for a conference call with the Philippines at 8 a.m. tomorrow, so now I'm going to watch the finale of Top Chef and go to bed...

Good night, Moon.