Great Review of Tori Spelling's sTori Telling

As I hope you all know, Tori Spelling, has a new book out. It's called sTori Telling. Here's a really great review of it that I found on bn.com:

"I have always liked tori shes a great actress.i feel so sorry for her mother because i think tori was a great daughter her mom should be ashamed of herself for her behavior towards tori. with all the money that she has i bet shes just a miserable person.money isnt everything( it sure helps) i grew up with similar things the big house ,maids ,butlers,country clubs ,they sent me to camp every summer a home in miami beach that we just used for xmas and easter my parents were so loving my mom use to tell me how beautiful i am all the time.but i like tori always worked since i was fifteen. but they still gave me everything.my parents still to this day love me so much. they are in ther eightys they live in florida now. i can totally relate to tori i lived in a suburb of detroit had the bigest house on the block , built in pool . im also jewish and have been married times. first husband was jewish child hood sweetheart my parents hated him.he was verbal abusive and gave me a black eye. i had ahuge and expensive wedding. anyway i divorced him in 1980. single for ten yrs and had some real looser boyfriends. but i met my husband now in the 80,s hes catholic and my folks love him they told me that i better behave funny. weve been married since 1990. what a diffrence.hes so wonderful i love him so much.we have a great marriage like you and dean. tori ,dean and liam i wish you the best!!!"

I'd like to post a review of this review. You'll note that it says nothing about the book itself. In fact, it says very little about Tori. This is the kind of off-topic drivel that I seem to encounter far too often.

Hookin' Up With Ira Glass

So this morning I had the craziest dream about Ira Glass. And although I guess we didn't really hook up, it was just too weird. So I tend to sleep all night with the TV on, which, apparently, isn't supposed to be such a hot idea, especially if one has issues with sleep. And so, in the attempt to wean myself off of all Headline News, all night, I've been switching to my iPod at some point. When I woke up around 2:3o this morning, I put in my earphones and listened to NPR's This American Life, of which I'm especially fond. I finall fell asleep, still listening to This American Life and had this crazy dream that my mom had tickets to go to this weird NPR-sponsored circus. And it was in this huge venue, but only like 50 people were there and all had to sit in just one small section. And there was this mom with like a toddler and stroller and huge diaper bag taking up more than her fair share of seating. Consequently, there wasn't anywhere for me to sit. So I was like strolling around. And Ira Glass was like the ring master / announcer / MC for this weird, NPR-esque, not-quite-Prairie-Home-Companion event. He was walking through the aisles while I'm trying to get my mom to ask pushy mother with toddler paraphernalia to move over. And I walk up to him, and I'm like, "Hey, Ira. I'm Drennan. And I totally love your work. And let me tell you about me." It was all very weird but in this totally nerdy, geeky kind of way.

I've been silent, the last few weeks. Let me rephrase: I've been "virtually" silent, as in not blogging, for the last few weeks. And this virtual silence (don't you LOVE the overuse of "virtual" and all its variants?) has corresponded with a real emotional funk, if you know what I mean. I can work, and I enjoy work, but it's about all that I can get myself to do lately. That's not entirely true--outside of work, I feel like all I've been doing is eating. And it's just generally icky. And I'm so tired of feeling this way and living this way and being this way. But I just can't seem to figure out how to even start to pull myself out of it. And I'm kinda pathetic and miserable lately. I wish that I had something more profound or at least something more interesting to blog about, but I guess that I don't. But there's a part of me that believes that maybe I can somehow write my way out of it. Maybe if I blog enough and write in journals and write and write and write, I can somehow find a way out. Well, that and better living through chemistry, AKA antidepressants. But I want to feel better; I do. I just don't know how right now. And I keep thinking that if there's just one small step I could take, something I could do each day to get myself on the right track, I'd build momentum and work up to feeling better, feeling like a normal, healthy person. But just now, I don't know what that little step might be.