Trying to make my "interests" interesting... (or that time I wrote a lot about myself)

I was just looking at my Facebook profile, and realized I updated my "interests" somewhat recently. Some of them are a little odd. Some are heavily connected to the TV pilot I'm working on, actually a surprising amount (and the last batch of interests also had a large influence on the script, now that I think of it). Some are really obvious and require no further explanation, but I figure why not share a little bit more about these interests... not that you care, because you probably don't, but I'm indulging my narcissistic side a little more than usual today. Pretend you find it endearing or something. Now, in no particular order...

sweet'n'sour sauce
The greatest thing McDonald's ever created. Especially good with Chicken McNuggets or French Fries. These are the only things I will ever order at McDonald's. And I always ask for extra sweet'n'sour sauce because you never know when you might be craving it, and surprisingly, it also tastes good with Morningstar Farms fake chicken nuggets.

my animal spirit god
I'm convinced I have one and maybe I've even seen it before. Maybe not. They're tricky that way.

tv on dvd
This doesn't need explanation beyond my opinion that this might be the greatest thing since sliced bread. Although I am not sure sliced bread is all that great. Sure, it's convenient... but what's the origin of this saying? Anyone? But yeah, TV shows on DVD are just really fantastic.

astronaut ice cream
This shit is crazy. Crazy delicious. (Also crazy). I love it so much it's become a major plot point in the TV pilot I am writing.

the silver lining
There's one of these in everything and I like finding it. Cheesy? Probably. But I mean it. Finding the silver lining in things has been pretty helpful in getting me through the bad stuff in life.

fig newtons
I fucking love fig newtons. Always have.

gender neutral first names
My mom's name was Palmer, it's also my middle name, and I have to say that in the years after she passed away I really considered going by Palmer. But I'm much more of an Annie. Actually I am much more of a Stamos. In general, I love gender neutral first names because they are often old-fashioned and different - and I don't know... fun. Although names like Pat suck. Perhaps I should revise this to unique gender neutral first names...

aquariums
Sometimes an aquarium can make me so happy my heart hearts. Truly. The Boston Aquarium is my favorite aquarium. There's a nostalgic component here, sure, but also... I love fishies. I think that if I had either been better at science, or more willing to work harder at it, then I would have ended up a marine biologist. And yes, I love aquariums so much that they are another major plot point in my TV pilot work-in-progress.

Maine
duh.

freedom
I love freedom. Both in the ironic and non-ironic sense. If you don't understand what I mean, you clearly love freedom as well, but only in the non-ironic sense, which is unfortunate for you.

insensitivity
This is something I excel in, at least by Hollywood standards. Thus, it is of great interest to me.

theme songs
I love theme songs - from movie themes to TV themes, to personal theme songs. Everyone should have a theme song. Mine changes on the regular.

manu chao
Probably my favorite band. In the history of music. Bold claim? Yes. But I feel strongly about this.

local ads
who doesn't love a budget local ad? Oh man, there used to be some GREAT ones growing up in Maine, many with excellent jingles about local geography.

dudes
This interest is twofold: (1) I, like most heterosexual women, like guys - so that's sort of a no-brainer and (2) I love guys who are dudes in the total dudetastic sense of being a dude - and I love hanging with dudes. Dudes are awesome. Chicks who are dudelike are also awesome.

the toaster oven
A great invention. You can accomplish so much with a toaster oven. My roommate Becca is a culinary genius with ours.

good hair days
Never underestimate the value of a good hair day. My hair, in my opinion, is one of my best features, however I am so incredibly lazy when it comes to my hair that when I've got a good hair day happening it does a whole lot for my ego. Also, my hair is so terrifying when I wake up in the morning (and this has also inspired a moment in that TV pilot), that when I actually get it calmed down, it feels like a real accomplishment. It's the little things.

Have I told you about the doggies?

I love pets (except for Moon, the diabolical cat I was forced to live with for several months, oh and I have a tense relationship with my brother's cat Neva, but anyway) and I especially love dogs. I grew up with labs (don’t worry, I wont force you to again suffer through that re-run of my childhood animal repertoire) but have never been a huge fan of small dogs.

That is, until I met Sawyer. Before the other Annie became the roommate #2, she lived down the street from us with her too-cute-for words teacup chihuahua. Yes, teacup. Because if you thought a chihuahua couldn’t get any smaller, you were wrong. When she first got Sawyer he was so mini he could fit in your hand. Then he returned to Annie’s family in New York all summer. Oh and her parents got her another teacup chihuahua, Finn (ain't that precious?). Yes, that’s two very small dogs. And those two very small dogs are now LA residents, after a lovely summer in Bedford. And they live with us. And it's heaven and puppies and unicorns and Lisa Frank trapper keepers all the time.

I never in a million years ever thought it possible that I might love a small dog. Oh but I do. These are the most precious and most darling little doggies. Despite the fact they love to shit all over our living room floor—I love them! And their shit is so small!

Here’s Sawyer attempting to eat some KFC (Ignore the KFC. Okay, fine don’t ignore it—I was hungover and they were eating fried chicken on Stomp the Yard. What? Yes, I watched Stomp the Yard Sunday morning. Didn’t I say I was hungover? Try to keep up, will you? It was a surprisingly good movie. And the chicken was unsurprisingly delicious. KFC Mac n’Cheese not so much.) He’s gotten much bigger than his teeny tiny mini puppy days but still just as precious as ever.



Oh, there is one unfortunate side effect of having two small dogs—the inability to not use baby talk to speak to them. I caught myself telling Finn she was a good “puppie wuppie” the other day. And then I vomited in my mouth a little bit.