Working Class Dog

This latest freelance writing assignment is doing a fantastic job of kicking my white behind, but I muddle through by pausing occasionally to look at the monetary figure I have written down in black Sharpie marker at the top of my page of notes--the amount I'll be paid when I've finally tackled the entire assignment. Money, the mighty motivator.

Last week, while thumbing through an Entertainment Weekly magazine with my brother, I learned the '80s comedy Blame it on Rio is being released on DVD and suddenly recalled having watched that movie the night I lost my virginity. I don't know why that's relevant, except that it's the only time I've seen the silly sex caper featuring a flat-chested Demi Moore. Perhaps it helped that Michael Caine was one hell of a sexy M.F. in those days.

Speaking of sexy M.F.'s, I'm pleased to report that Prince's latest album is selling well and that a recent repeat viewing of The Basketball Diaries on DVD reminded me that not only is Leonardo DiCaprio a member (albeit young) of the sexy M.F. club, he's also a damn fine actor.

One more random thing: while parking my car along a lake for a sunny but chilly Memorial Day picnic, I inadvertently neglected (with car in gear) to set the parking brake, noticing only when my car began rolling slowly forward, threatening a nose-dive into the lake, branding me the biggest moron this side of Jessica Simpson. Luckily, the splashdown (and stupid movie staple) did not occur, saving me precious ego bits and permitting me continued self-descriptive use of the word "smart."

Posted by ayelet at June 2, 2004 11:07 AM