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Basal Cells on the Shnozz Are Not Pretty

Tue, 15 Aug 2006 07:49:12 -0500

One of my dearest friends, who is rather young (Hi!), just had a gnarly basal cell thing removed from her nose. She is one of the healthiest people I know, so I started to not feel so bulletproof, so I went to get a screening yesterday. You have no idea where these doctors look. I was able, for the first time in my life, to put the time-worn phrase, "where the sun don't shine" to use. As in, a protest, a little confusion--apparently melanomas are sneaky little critters and they are good at, er, hiding.. I am in the clear for now; but in my friend's case it was from teenage sun damage. She's okay, but it was scary, painful and she might have a scar. She is very beautiful and quite fit, so it will not impact her beauty, but I think that everyone should go out and get a skin screening right now for skin cancer right now.

I got a few other things done, too, and I look, well, hacked up. So I'm just going to stay in my house and write today. I have so many deadlines anyway.

Creeping Up The Crack from the Back

Fri, 11 Aug 2006 20:11:43 -0500

Workin' the late shift, slinging mascara, baby. So tired. But the world must look good. So, here I am.
C

Performanse Issues

Sun, 11 Jun 2006 14:45:34 -0500

A fake reader writes in:

"Kim, you've paid a fortune for your website and you pay your hosting company $7.95 a month, why have you been updating so infrequently?

Looking forward to a more dynamic updating scenario,
Not Actually Kim In Real Life"

Dear NAK,

You see, my hosting company has barred me from logging in on my own computer. They do this frequently and yet I still stupidly pay for hosting with this company. Why? I didn't know there was another choice. I am exploring the other choices right now. Further, the most important company who needs to see my website cannot log on, as I'm sure many people cannot. Why? I don't know. They will not return my numerous emails. This problem will be fixed shortly.

Plus, yesterday I had the greatest bride who I will tell you about shortly but I worked a little early this morning--4 am--so there was a short turnaround and I'm going to take a nap now.

No Lipstick Down in the Cave

Thu, 08 Jun 2006 08:13:39 -0500

It's just about the busiest and most difficult times of my life. I'm trying to keep my lipstick on, but I don't have time for it. The same things are happening: the talent of a major show I work on continues to be really nice and really insane. Some has-been television stars get snotty with me when I ask them if they want makeup. I have trouble self-editing when certain politicans are on the tv. I have writing deadlines and the kid doesn't take a nap rendering me impotent both as a mother and as a writer.

I'm sure it will ease up, just like everything in life changes, but right now? It's not looking so pretty. And I don't have time for lipstick. Lipgloss, maybe.

Open Letter to Mayor Bloomberg

Thu, 25 May 2006 10:11:05 -0500

Today when I was on the phone with a PR contact, I was startled by the sound of jets flying low past my window headed in the direction where the kid was playing. Yes, everything revolves around the kid. Then I looked out my window at the other sound and there were five fighter jets with their attendant jet streams, or whatever they are called, streaming behind them. Iran? I don't know. So I call Mike and he tells me, Fleet Week Air Show. Great. Fine. But do you think an air show is a great idea for New York City? Even after I found out what it was, I still feel like Ann Margaret in that scene in Tommy when she's in that cage. Oy. I wrote this letter to Mayor Bloomberg. I don't have a problem with the guy. I understand business guys, they have a different perspective than I do and it's informative. But I don't think this was the best idea.

Here's how it went:

Dear Mayor,

I like you. I voted for you; twice. I appreciate you. But allowing military planes to scream through the sky so low, so loud and so often was not a good idea for a city that now instinctively clutches their guts when they hear the sound of any aircraft. Fleet week or not. We like the ships: they carry cute boys to our shores in their cute little outfits, and are more cinematic, in any case. Please refrain from making that agreement again next year. Even after I knew what it was, I didn't like it.

Yours truly,
Kim Weinstein

People often tell me I'm confrontational, but I thought I was really nice about it.