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Lo Fun Fact #1
"Lolita Files" is my real name. It is not a pen name, as incredible as that may seem. There are plenty of Files family members and people who have known me for years capable of validating this. As for the "Lolita" part, my mother named me after the movie based on Nabokov's book, although she saw or read neither. To this day, she has no idea what a "Lolita" is.
Lo Fun Fact #2
I love fried chicken and fabulous shoes. If you ever want to get on my good side, send Popeye's or Mr. Chicken (my favorite spot in Cleveland) and a pair of
Christian Louboutins.
Lo Fun Fact #3
Never show up unannounced or without a Pepsi (preferably Pepsi Jazz Caramel Cream). Better yet, how about not show up at all?
Lo Fun Fact #4
I hate the telephone. Don't get mad if I don't call you. I don't call anyone. Don't call me asking why I don't call. Just don't call, okay?
Lo Fun Fact #5
I love the internet!!! I love communicating through the internet!!! You can e-mail me and odds are I'll e-mail you right back (if I'm not in the middle of a major project). Makes up for my hangup about the phone, doesn't it? See, I'm not so bad after all!!!
Lo Fun Fact #6
I can't stand IMing. Please don't IM me. You will get the cold shoulder. I don't like giving people the cold shoulder, so please don't put me in that position.
Lo Fun Fact #7
I have fourfive six wonderful, slap-happy dogs, a bird (some kind of dove/pigeon mix), and a cat, all of whom I love to pieces. If you meet me and ask me about my dogs, bird, and cat, we'll be instant friends. If you meet me and ask me why the f*ck I have fourfive six dogs, a bird, and a cat, see the above fun fact for how I will respond.
I Sooooooooooooo Heart Don Draper.
Monday, October 27, 2008
I've been a hardcore fan of the show Mad Men on AMC from the very first episode that ever aired...
...and I'm an even bigger fan of the show's main character, the stoic, totally inscrutable, unpredictable, very married, ever-cheating anti-hero, Don Draper.
Not only is he drop-dead sexy in a smouldering, youngish De Niro kind of way, he's kinda like Chinese math---hard as fuck and something you know you'll never figure out---but I'll be damned if I don't enjoy trying!!!
This weekend, the actor who plays Don, the wonderful Jon Hamm (who, I swear, is destined jump from the small screen to become a major movie star, much in the same way George Clooney did), spoofed his character's disarmingly irresistible-yet-cryptic demeanor on Saturday Night Live in a piece called...
The result was pure hilarity. Check it out below. And check out Mad Men. If you haven't seen it, you don't know what you're missing. It's the best thing on television (True Blood on HBO isn't far behind), and now that the season finale just aired (last night, and boy, was it good!!!), I don't know what I'll do until Don Draper comes back.
...and, as of this past July, Telly, the cute little white Bichon who has always been seen in the scrolling slide show of dogs on the right side of this blog. Telly was originally my dog, but for years I let my mother keep him down in South Florida so she'd have company. When we moved my (now late) mom up here with us over the summer, Telly came along and he has adjusted fabulously, to wit:
Yes...he actually has on an Ohio State University t-shirt in the above pic, that's how much he's been assimilated into the environment. Here he is again, doing something he really loves...chillin' on a comfy pillow.
So anyway, next thing you know, we suddenly have a kitten. Okay, so maybe it's not, like, out of nowhere. Two Fridays ago, a woman in a car next to us in a parking lot had a box of kittens she was going to take to the ASPCA. It was the third litter of kittens her family cat had given birth to, and although she kept the other litters, her husband had finally drawn a line in the sand on the number of cats per capita in their home. At first, we said "no thank you." Then, as we were driving away, I remembered that my guy had always been a cat person before he was with me. He has owned many cats throughout his life, and when I came along, he suddenly inherited a shitload of dogs. (By the way, a man owning cats can be just as manly as a man who owns dogs; I know several men who own cats who are testosterone-y to the extreme.) As for my guy, he is superb with dogs. Animals, and people, just naturally love him. He has, however, expressed from time-to-time that he'd someday like to own a cat again. Just as we were about to pull out of the parking lot, I looked at him and said, "Here's your chance to finally own a cat. If we bring it in while it's very young, the dogs will adjust to it better and it will consider the dogs as family." He paused. Looked at me. Then put the car in reverse. Dammit...we were getting a cat.
The woman had gone inside a sandwich shop to get some lunch. We waited outside for her. We told her we'd changed our minds. She showed us the box of kittens. They were all so adorable, but my guy and I were in complete agreement when we picked out our girl. And here she is. Ladies and gents, allow me to introduce...
...Skitty...
Isn't she adorable?
So yeah, now we're the proud owners of a helluva lotta pets, but you'd never know it from the very, very clean and pet odor free house we keep. I'm a bit of an obsessive-compulsive when it comes to cleanliness and my guy is kind of a germaphobe. We're not like those people you see on the Oprah show with a hundred animals living all around them, eating out of dishes on countertops, sharing plates, and living in filth. We are neatniks who just happen to have a lot of furry family members. Furry family members with manners. Right, Skitty?
About Me: I'm the author of six novels. My novella, "Three For The Road," included in the three-novella anthology, You Only Get Better, was published in March 2007.
