If one picture is worth 1,000 words, are 12 pictures worth 12,000 words?

Yesterday was June 12, 2009, which meant it was 12 of 12 Day. If you don't know what 12 of 12 is, get thee to Chad Darnell's blog (linked in my linkies list) and check it out.

My contribution this month is at Flickr: June 2009 12 of 12. Enjoy and have a lovely weekend!

I'm off to Sin City, where I will be spending much of my time in my hotel room (hopefully) writing. And I am okay with that.

I'm going to Kyle it.

My friend Kyle has a way with verbs. Well, he has a way with all words, but verbs in particular. There was a stretch of three days this week where I heard him verbify a different noun each day. Only Kyle can find new and exciting uses for the words or phrases "puberty," "Banff," and "Iran hostage crisis."

(Side note -- every time I type "Iran hostage crisis," I catch myself typing "Iraan hostage crisis." You can take the girl out of West Texas...)

Can you use the word in a sentence? Why yes, yes I can...

"He pubertied into a strapping young man." This is actually a variation on the actual sentence used when we saw -- or thought we saw -- another member of the Boy Meets World cast at The Stand in Century City.

"I just want to Banff that person like there's no tomorrow." Anyone whose boss has ever attended Banff Television Conference knows that just the mention of that quaint little Canadian resort during one month in the summer can drive a person to the Thirdway House. It's a scheduling nightmare. Lovely place that I would love to visit, but it's still a freaking nightmare.

"I'm going to 'Iran hostage crisis' them into giving me Lifetime Movie Network and Game Show Network for free." Word for word. Kyle was calling his cable or satellite provider. Note to self: ask him how that went.

On a side note, I can't recommend Mo's in Burbank enough. Eat there. OFTEN.

Well, hell's bells.

Today is obviously not my day to win the California Lottery. Sigh.

But hey, I do have a bag of Smart Pop here, a Diet Coke, and a really sweet book that I've been asked to read for work. So it's not all bad, right?

I need to work on my spec this evening, in addition to frosting that order of cupcakes. (I'm calling this particular batch my cupcake internship.) Someone motivate me -- on the script, that is. I don't need motivation for frosting -- it's all there in the mixing bowl...

In other news, Ursula* and I went to Millie's in Silver Lake for brunch yesterday. While there, we saw a guy unironically wearing this. (Read the reviews -- absolutely hysterical.) I tried to "Kinnear" this guy, but had no luck doing so.

* Ursula is the third member of the esteemed (shut up) Casa Descanso posse. Yes, as in that Ursula. So we have Maleficent, Ursula, and me. Don't you want to come and play at our house?