My back-up bike, Pinky, got stolen.
I blame Kathy Griffin. If she hadn't been eating mini-tacos on her reality show the other night, I would not have been craving them. And since you can't get mini-tacos here, I had to settle for taquitos. Which is why I was at Salsa Loco, eating taquitos, when the nefarious pink bike-nappers were out and about, looking for innocent pink bikes to steal.
At least I am in good company: pink bikes are stolen more often than any other color bike. I guess because they are so rare.
It's true Pinky was only my back-up bike—Purple Heat is still safe. But I grieve for Pinky, just the same.
Several friends valiantly suggested they would drive me around the island to look for Pinky, but I declined. If the bike thieves want her so much, they can have her.
Besides, her back tire never would hold air, and her handlebars were getting rusty.
Moving on, many of you wrote very nice things to me about my 9/11 blog. Thank you for that. It was a hard entry to write, primarily because I couldn't see the keyboard through my tears. Apparently that guy who wrote the BRIDGES OF MADISON COUNTY had that same problem, he was so moved by his own story.
Only his story was fiction.
Some of you, though, wrote really weird things in response to my 9/11 blog, things that I feel duty-bound to respond to–like about how, considering what happened to me, I should be more supportive of the War on Terror.
I am not sure where you got the idea that I am anything less than supportive of catching Osama Bin Laden. The whole point of my 9/11 entry—to me, anyway–was that I want people to remember not only those who lost their lives that day, but also who was behind their murders, and that we still need to bring him to justice. How is that not supporting the War on Terror? After 9/11, I wanted to volunteer to go to Pakistan and find Osama myself (I had no doubt I could do this, because I was that furious over what he did. Also, he may have learned hand-to-hand combat in terrorist training camps, but I grew up with two annoying little brothers: I am totally skilled at ass-kicking).
The only reason I didn't do it is because He Who Shall Not Be Named In This Blog wouldn't let me. Also because apparently there is no TaB in Pakistan, which makes me wonder why anyone would want to live there. But that's a whole other story.
The only thing I can figure is that some of you little dudes are getting your wars mixed up. The War on Terror and the war in Iraq are two totally different things. Iraqis did not blow up the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. Saudi Arabians, under the leadership of Osama Bin Laden, did. While our troops are busy over in Iraq, Osama is still thinking up new ways to hurt us, including but not limited to using his new weather machine to send killer hurricanes to our shores (ALLEGEDLY). A lot of New Yorkers—and those living in hurricane-prone areas–would sleep easier (me amongst them) if we paid a little more attention to catching Osama.
I KNOW we can catch him. This country can do ANYTHING.
That's all I'm trying to say.
My lack of sleep over this, coupled with Pinky getting stolen, is making me in a bad mood, in case you can't tell.
To alleviate my bad mood, I've been watching a lot of TV. I continued watching RESCUE ME even though I swore I wouldn't, and, amazingly, I still love it. Don't ask me how they can kill a kid and have the show still be funny, but as my editor said, “That kid was hardly ever in it anyway.” So I guess that's how.
I am still loving THE OC and HOUSE, and GILMORE GIRLS is cuter than ever, though I still despise Logan with every fiber of my being.
I wish Kathy Griffin would be my friend and eat mini-tacos or at least taquitos with me.
And all of the girls on MY SUPER SWEET SIXTEEN except Lila are making me sick. The only reason Lila didn't is because her mom said, “No.” It is a word that appears to be foreign to the rest of the parents on that show.
I tried to watch REUNION and SUPERNATURAL and they were both good, but I don't know if I'm willing to relinquish any more of my time to the TV. I still have to save room for fantastic made-for-TV movies like THE OUTSIDER with Tim Daly as a wounded outlaw taken in by a very religious widow who eventually falls in love with him and has to choose between him or her church. Like it's even a contest. Who knew that guy from WINGS was such a hottie????
In other news, I just taped a bunch of ringtones and messages for Meg Cabot Mobile, which you'll be getting soon (if you've signed up for the US version), and recorded a new video for megcabot.com. Megcabot.com, incidentally, will be getting a totally new look. It's being completely revamped and should be online soon, along with some other big surprises.
Speaking of which, have you entered the Ready or Not contest? You only have until September 30.
If you have anything book-related you're dying to ask me (please, no How-Can-I-Get-Published questions. I've answered all those here), the Ask Meg section of the book club has been re-opened. I do not answer questions about my personal life in this section, nor will I give out spoilers, such as whether or not Michael and Mia will break up in Princess Diaries 7, so don't even bother asking. Please read all of the other questions before asking yours (there's a search function) to make sure no one's asked it before, as I don't answer questions twice.
Well, that's it for now, I guess. I have to go buy a new back-up bike. I am getting a pink one, even though they're the most stolen. Because if I got a brown or a blue one, that would just be letting the bike thieves win.