It's the goddamn weekend.

Hello to all. It's Sunday afternoon. My husband is in his office working. I am in the dining room (a nook, really- really just a big table near the apartment's entrance, but we're pleased to refer to it as a "room") supposedly working, but I'm not. My husband's job seems ever so much more interesting than mine. He's currently on the phone with two young directors convincing them to be happy about the unbelievable amount of money they're about to start making.
"Seriously. Guys. No one has made this kind of money in [subset of entertainment industry] in 10 years.... I know you wanted more but c'mon. You're 33. ... Guys. Seriously."
Greedy bastards.
I am obsessed with my new teapot. I am also obsessed with the wide variety of loose teas available at Whole Foods. I am also obsessed with Whole Foods. Indeed. I have, as I am fond of saying, and not without some self-deprecation, the heart of a socialist, but the taste of a capitalist. I astound myself anew with the accuracy of that statement.

This morning we watched Miyazaki's "Castle in the Sky." Magnificent. Beautiful. I can't wait to get it for my kids. Not that I have kids yet, but this is the kind of stuff I want to raise them on, you know? Not the preachy black-and-white morality of disney movies.

Check this out. This guy is a friend of ours, and every bit as talented and funny and intelligent as the article suggests.

That's really all I have to say to you. Enjoy your Sundays.