the moment we've (all?) been waiting for

If you know me, you know I'm pretty much the worst TV watcher ever. I never know when the shows I like are on, I am horrible at keeping up with them, and I've been known to ask if the shows I like are still on the air (did Las Vegas end?).

I counted down to the making of the Kennedy series and was really sad when I found out it had been canceled. And, like the tele-bungler I am, was completely shocked when I found out it ended up being released. I discovered it on my Netflix stream Sunday night, and after an action-packed weekend with very little sleep, it was just what I needed.

I can't get enough of it - from the clothing (!) to the intimate details of the family - I am beyond hooked. Katie Holmes' accent is a little lame, but I don't even care. I finally feel like all the books I've read are coming alive before my eyes. Is this what people felt like when the Harry Potter movies came out?

I have a very good feeling I might actually get through all eight episodes. At least, I think there are eight episodes...

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you see? life really does imitate art

I'm not much of an artist. In fact, I recently took a personality test that ranked "appreciation for art" the last of my 24 strengths assessed.

However, for as long as I can remember, my favorite way to appreciate art (and almost everything) is via a magazine. I'll never forget the way Jackie and JFK looked on the cover of Life magazine (every time), and the way Elle made Jessica Simpson look like Marilyn Monroe.

That being said, I'm digging Papirmasse, a new company that will send you a magazine cover, which has been transformed into a print, each month for a year.

If didn't live in a 1,000 square-foot apartment, I'd definitely be indulging.

tweet tweet Jackie O.

I think Twitter's biggest asset, as well as its biggest issue, is that it gives a false sense of friendship. I feel that if I were to run into Jeremy Piven I'd be able to joke with him about something he Tweeted last week. But in reality, he has no idea who I am. And yet, somehow, I still know where he went and what made him laugh today.

And although she's clearly not on Twitter, I often feel the same way about Jackie O. I've read so much about her that sometimes I feel like I really knew her.

My friends often joke that I refer to her as if she is one of my friends: "That's what Jackie did." or "Jackie wore this."

And although admitting that makes me feel a little crazy, I can't help it.

I'm afraid things are only going to get worse now that her 1964 interviews are going to be released. I mean, it's bad enough I know that when people asked her what perfume she wore, she replied that she couldn't tell them because she couldn't "stand the competition". To hear her voice as she talks about intimate details of her life and marriage might really make me think we're old pals. But that's a risk I'm willing to take. I'm just grateful she doesn't Tweet.