If we insist that public life be reserved for those whose personal history is pristine, we are not going to get paragons of virtue running our affairs. We will get the very rich, who contract out the messy things in life; the very dull, who have nothing to hide and nothing to show; and the very devious, expert at covering their tracks and ambitious enough to risk their discovery.
- Charles Krauthammer
Nora: "I read you were shot five times in the tabloids."
Nick: "It's not true. He never came anywhere near my tabloids."
- The Thin Man
Seems like everyone you read about in news is famous because a) they're really good at something and b) they've made a mess of the rest of their life. Me, I've just made a mess of my house, and I don't have any outstanding abilities re: sports, modeling, or looking blond in front of a camera.
On the other hand, I've still got a shot at catching a wild haggis.
Exercise du jour: I wish I could think up some exciting new workout that will make me famous, but days like this I'm doing good if I can work even a dull workout session in with the regular working/cleaning/sleeping routines.
Done. Sorta. Did the C25k that I missed yesterday, and half an hour of yoga. Oh, I am doomed. Horrible run, huffing and puffing and glowing redder than a chestnut roasting on an open fire. Doomed, I tell you.