Please stop rushing the season.

Dear Season Rushers,

I love flip flops too. In fact, I love them so much that I want to marry them. I want to be Mrs. China-Latina Flop, but it is simply not time for them yet. Please put your toes away for a couple more weeks. Your toes look silly and cold. Especially when the sun goes down.

Best,
CLC

This just in.......

SCI FI Announces Caprica

SCI FI Channel announced the development of Caprica, a spinoff prequel of its hit Battlestar Galactica, in presentations to advertisers in New York on April 26. Caprica would come from Galactica executive producers Ronald D. Moore and David Eick, writer Remi Aubuchon (24) and NBC Universal Television Studio. Caprica would take place more than half a century before the events that play out in Battlestar Galactica. The people of the Twelve Colonies are at peace and living in a society not unlike our own, but where high-technology has changed the lives of virtually everyone for the better. But a startling breakthrough in robotics is about to occur, one that will bring to life the age-old dream of marrying artificial intelligence with a mechanical body to create the first living robot: a Cylon. Following the lives of two families, the Graystones and the Adamas (the family of William Adama, who will one day become the commander of the Battlestar Galactica), Caprica will weave together corporate intrigue, techno-action and sexual politics into television's first science fiction family saga, the channel announced.

Truthfully, I'm not sure how I feel about this. But then again, I didn't have any interest in watching Battlestar Galactica in the first place and then I got absolutely hooked! Like, irrationally so. I routinely cry at episodes and am torn between my love for Lee Adama and Kara Thrace. And I'm not even a gay. Starbuck is just that amazing. I don't know if I have the energy to become emotionally involved with a whole new set of characters. We'll see.

I think I might be in love......

With blogging that is! Youthlarge really busted open Pandora's Box this time. So last night after dinner at Japonica (you can read about it on the PSG blog, still can't link you though), my friend Lauren and I went to get C-Town style massages in the West Ville. They were able to take my friend Lauren immediately, but I had to wait for 20 minutes or so. During that time I stared blankly at a flat screen TV showing a soothing marine life DVD. Lots of bright pretty colors and encephalopods. Which reminds me, if you haven't seen NATURE: Incredible Suckers, you should stop whatever it is that you are currently doing and run, not walk, to the nearest video store. Or Netflick it. For that matter, just go on amazon.com right now and buy it because you'll want to watch it over and over again. I've seen it upwards of 12 times.

While I was waiting, two black gentlemen came in, both wanting 30 minute massages. They were told that it would be about a 30 minute wait from the same Chinese gentleman who told me I would have a 20 minute wait. Then a preppy whitey guy came in and a different Chinese fella (would people be offended if I just started saying C-Man?) told him it would be about a 10 minute wait. I instantly started feeling tense. I knew this bok kwai (white devil) was going to try to pull a fast one on me (an Asian) and the black guy (the other black guy was outside gabbing away on his cell phone). Eventually, C-Man #2 told Bok Kwai that it was his turn. Yeah, I knew it! So I was like 'listen Bok Kwai, we were all here waiting before you even got here'. I think he just shrugged and looked at me stupidly. Then, fortunately, C-Man #1 came and straightened everything out. So I ended up going in for my hour, Bok Kwai got to have his turn and the two black guys just had to wait a couple more minutes so they could get their half hours. I guess they had to wait so they could go at the same time. At least that's what I'm hoping, otherwise I'll just get mad all over again.

The actual massage was fairly uneventful, but VERY relaxing. Though, no matter how many C-Town massages I get (and I've probably broken 100 at this point), I still wonder if they should be getting so close to my spine. Or grinding their elbows into my tailbone............

Hey! I'm making my own blog!

Today Youthlarge invited me to be a contributor on her Park Slope Gastronome blog, so I accepted. I had never really considered blogging before, but I do love to send really long-winded emails, so I thought I'd give it a try. So this afternoon I made my first post ever, popping my blog cherry as it were. Then a few minutes later I found myself leaving Youthlarge a comment about the bacon she ate this morning. No, really it was just about how I like to eat MY bacon. Then I couldn't stop thinking about making more posts. Like, tonight I'm having sushi with my friend Lauren. Tomorrow when I get to work will I post everything I ate at dinner? Probably. I started getting p-noid that YL would start to feel like I was posting too much and wish she had never invited me to contribute in the first place! So now I'm just going to have my own blog - straight out of C-Town.