“Live From New York City… It’s Me!”
Please forgive me for being totally MIA—complete with neon leggings and an inexplicable hatred for red-haired little boys. After weeks of living out of a suitcase and working my buns off, I’m slowly but surely making my way back into the land of the living. I found a wonderful apartment that actually fits all of my crap, which is tres unusual by NYC standards, and I’m hoping to be unpacked sometime before Christmas. (Fingers crossed!) Now that I finally have a permanent address in the City, I’m looking forward to establishing a normal routine, learning the bus system and, most importantly, going back to work on Geek Girls Unite! My batteries are totally recharged and…
Welcoming You To Cardboard City
After nearly two months of being a traveling gypsy (kind of like Stevie Nicks, minus the scarves and copious amounts of cocaine), I finally moved into my new NYC digs yesterday. I just realized that I moved out of my L.A. apartment exactly two months ago to the day. Weird.
T-Minus 24 Hours Until…
It’s All Finally Happening
I saw the craziest thing happen when I was walking down Fairfax this afternoon. I’m not sure what happened before I got to the scene, but it looked like two women were exchanging numbers because of an obvious fender-bender. One woman then drives away and the other, utterly peeved, walks back to her car and pulls her car door open with the strength of 1,000 men. Unfortunately for her, she opened it right into the back of a tow truck. Oof! I’m not sure why I felt like sharing that pointless anecdote but it’s was definitely a signature L.A. moment. Shit like that happens all the time here. I’m just lucky—knock on wood—that it hasn’t…
…And Everything Is Going To The Beat
Can you tell I’m completely obsessed with Passion Pit right now? It’s a sickness. Every time I’ve felt down in the past month, if I can somehow manage to stumble my way to the stereo to put on Manners, my body/mind/spirit starts to perk up and I erupt into an impromptu dance party that immediately lifts my mood. It’s the weirdest thing. Passion Pit? More like Passion Prozac! Passion Paxil! Passion Wellbutrin! (Okay, so that one doesn’t exactly roll of the tongue, but you get the picture.) Before I inevitably embark on a million tangents, let me get some work-related announcements out of the way. I just posted a new “Music Is My Boyfriend” column…
Center Of My Own Attention
What’s that in the sky? Over there? Yeah, way up in the distance? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it a giant hair-bow? Why, no! It’s pigs flying! I never thought I’d see the day. I fought it as long as I possibly could but what my ego wants, my ego gets. That said, I’m pleased to announced my newly created Formspring.me page. Yes, I’m embracing my inner Tyra Banks by joining the enough-about-me, more-about-me masses. Ask me anything! (i.e. Ever wonder what Robert Pattinson smells like? Not sure how to be a music journalist? Do you think I’m too old to watch iCarly?) Mosey over to http://www.formspring.me/lesliesimon and start asking!!
The Party Doesn’t Start ‘Til I Walk In
People, get ready ’cause there’s a big post a-coming! First up, I’d like to announce the winner of the last Twitter contest I did. Actually, let’s make that winners. I took so gosh-darn long to pick a winner, I thought it was totes appropriate to bestow the honor to two of my fave answers. If ya’ll remember, I asked you all to channel your inner small screen and tell me if you could live your life inside any TV show—sitcom, drama, sci-fi or otherwise—what would it be and why? As per usual, your answers were all eloquent and imaginary. (Duh, as if I would expect anything less from you guys!) That said, I have to…
