At some point I hope to get posting about important things like politics and the alarming state of the world today. But first I have to finish draft 200,000 of my 2006 RDI and find some way to avert my eyes from the many glaring and newsworthy stories about Lindsay Lohan’s weight, Brit’s pregnancy and of course the progression of Hollywood’s new “It” couple. (See “TomKat” motorcycle photo below. Am I a fan, you ask? No, no, and no–I just thought that image was a scream. And would like to add that whilst watching Dawson’s Creek many moons ago, I often fantastized that the whole gang would stage a lynching of Joey so that she met Laura Palmer’s same fate back in Twin Peaks.)

What I’m reading right now: Atlas Shrugged. Which I fear I’ll still be reading ten years from now. But I really do want to know who John Galt is.

What I’m listening to right now: Sophie Ellis-Bextor on the iPod. One of the finest offerings of the U.K. since William Shakespeare. Thanks, U.K.!

What I’m watching right now (and I literally mean, at this moment): Willow. Val Kilmer as the warrior Madmartigan, spouting words of love. Leaves me speechless every time.

In literary news: In a recent NY Observer article about the life and progress of bestselling author Jennifer Weiner, Curtis Sittenfeld declined to comment on the backlash of her now infamous “My thesis of this review shall be, to prove that this book is chick-lit and therefore, kinda sucks” NYT review of Melissa Bank’s The Wonder Spot. My comment? Damn, I can’t remember. Must be all that chick-lit I’ve been writing. Next up, my attempt to channel Hemingway and write something as boring and critically acclaimed as The Old Man and the Sea.