Yet another shameless DENWAVE plug.

My favorite shop in the universe is Denwave of Portland, Oregon. I can't really explain it, but it is a truly magical little place--gorgeous, comfortable, cozy, perfectly lit and full of just the right amount of truly unique treasures. Did I mention it has zero pretention even though you might expect a place this cool to drip "SNOB"?

Anyway, Genevieve and Hazel are officially going online soon, so get ready ladies and fashionable gents. www.denwave.com I will have to ask Lainey how to make that into a "hyperlink" or whatever they call it.

I just received the dress above--yeah, it is haute and hot.

'Tis RAINING!!!!

It is actually raining for an extended period of time outside today! Yay! I sometimes believe I have turned into a pod person or I am truly living in an alternate reality because, well, less than 3 months ago, you'd never hear excitement and cheer from me over rain. In fact, you may very well have caught me still in my robe at 4AM, mitts in a bag of Cheetos, staring at Bobby Goran solve another impossible NYC mystery, eyeing the last of the Vicodin with some dire thoughts on my brain at the mention of rain. Yeah, more Portland bashing. Let's have it!

I do miss Portland from time to time. The coffee mainly. Oh what I would do for a Stumptown soy latte right now. Also, the clothes and the jewelry. Genevieve from Denwave is enough of a dearheart to still offer to make me some very Florida fashions (dress coming soon!) and she even is trying to help facilitate the purchase of some of Hazel Cox's wonderful necklaces. So, yes, Portland is not all rain and hippies and hipsters and singular thinking. I still hate the garage rockers though; well, only the ones who can't take a little ribbing on Precious Portland. I guess I am getting protective of Florida though, so I understand their ugly indignant ranting on the blogs as I'd basically tie myself to a dying palm to defend Florida at this stage in the game.

I suppose the difference is that Portland gets lots and lots of love and awards for being so-very-amazing, while Florida gets no recognition for the stuff that is actually cool here and the people that are actually cool get that awful inferiority complex so common to the Southern states/cities. Be loud and proud, Florida! We made it rain!

Ever Feel Like You've Been Cheated?

This son of a bitch cannot act his way out of rice paper envelope. We spent over 2 hours, $16 and brain cells trying to force ourselves to sit through his "acting" in the debacle known as Zodiac. The film looks gorgeous, Robert Downey Jr. is as stunning as ever, Mark Ruffalo put some life into a shell of a character but the biggest insult of all is that the audience was supposed to give a shit about some half-baked "Chariot of the Gods"-level mess by a cartoonist-cum-true crime investigator played by steroid-popping, Lance Armstrong-stroking JAKIE GYLENHAAL. Who, by the way, cannot act his way out of a rice paper envelope.