Vacation

I'm on holiday. I wish I had some witty or remarkable post about anything but I don't. Why? Because I'm on holiday. I'm not thinking very much beyond, mmm food, mmm wine and ahh sleep.
Once my brain is back in thinking mode I'll try to get this blog back to the greatness (mediocrity) it once was.

My many talents

I am a woman of many talents. And most of them are funny.
I know this isn't something that only happens to me. But how is it possible that in the same night I can make a perfectly roasted chicken and then burn the crap out of microwave popcorn?
Welcome to my world, the hard stuff seems easy and the easy stuff seems hard (I almost always burn microwave popcorm).

'Those' phone calls

Any of my readers involved in journalism know what I'm talking about. It's that phone call that we all will have to make at some point and none of us want to make. Picking up the phone to call the grieving parents whose child has died. I had to make my first of those phone calls this week, and let me tell you it wasn't fun.
I was lucky that the father was willing to speak with me, and he kept it together amazingly well. I think I managed to do my job, though I know there were questions I could have asked that I forgot to, but I was just focusing on not saying the wrong thing.
Now it's over, I made the first of those calls, and it probably won't be the last, now I've gone through that all important journalism right of passage.
It's been one hell of a week.

I must be a masochist

Yup, it's true. I apparently like to torture myself. This is true for a variety of reasons, but one that comes to mind today, is that I have this terrible tendency to see movies based on books I actually enjoyed.
I always do this, I read a book, I enjoy it, and then I find ou there's a movie made about it. Then silly me watches the movie and persists to criticize how far the script strays from the book. It drives me crazy and I always say to myself I need to stop doing it and I never do.
I just saw The Devil Wears Prada. I really liked the book, it was light, quick, funny and talked a lot about shoes (and I like shoes). The movie tore the book up into pieces and kept only a few points, and didn't talk nearly as much about shoes. It was mildly entertaining and the first quarter of the movie stays fairly close to the book but I think they just made up the second half. So once again I have sworn not to see a movie based on a novel, that is until another book I've read hits the big screen.
Oh crap, I just realized that I have publicized my reading The Devil Wears Prada....