A Blog About a Movie About a Book About a Blog

So I don't generally comment on many books I read or movies I see. I don't know why. I love books and I love movies. Even the bad ones. And being my generally narcissistic self, nearly every movie I watch I wish I was in, and nearly every book I read I wish I had written.
But I went to see Julie & Julia recently, and I feel compelled.
It was a cute film. Fine really. Not the most spectacular thing I've seen in eons, but I don't think it was aiming to be and it was perfectly charming and lovely, which I do think it was aiming to be. I am usually loath to see a movie before I have read its accompanying book. Books are, by default and to a naturally-inclined reader, always better. There's simply more detail, more information, more insight into what is happening internally to and with the characters. But I'd only just been given the book by my friend Abby (thank you Abby) on my birthday, and was in the middle of another book (American Wife, also thank you Abby) when her birthday (Abby's, that is) came up, and I offered to reciprocate the gift by taking her to see the movie. (I think just typing the title of this post committed me to as many long-winded and confusing sentences as possible.)
So, having not yet read the book, off we went to see the adaptation. I think this is one of the rare exceptions to my book-first rule; Abby didn't love the film because it veered quite a bit from the book (she loved the somewhat snarky, clever writing of Julie Powell, and felt the film turned her a bit whiny. We decided that this was probably a decision made on behalf of Julia Child's, and in turn Meryl Streep's, powerful personality. One can only take so much, really, right?) But I could enjoy the movie for what it was, and still enjoy the completely different experience being described to me in the book, which I've meanwhile finished. I've only just now started to read through the actual blog posts from several years ago that started this whole snowball in motion.
None of this is my actual point.
My actual point is this, as is my actual conundrum: in this instance, which do I wish for? The book, or the movie? Or, whoa there curveball, the blog itself?
Admittedly, It's the blog I'm most envious of at this very moment. Sure, if someone wants to offer me a part opposite Meryl, I'd take it - even if it's a part where we never actually meet in the making of the movie because we share no scenes, because we're basically filming two different movies that editors will brilliantly weave together to make one.
And if someone catches on to the catchiness of my blog and wants to offer me a book deal, I would take that as well.
But, as it stands, that's not going to happen.
Not because I can't write. I love Julie's tone, her loving irreverence, her chosen voice for expressing herself, unapologetically, to whomever wants to tune in. I think it's similar to what I've got going here. She's a little verbose, just like me. She's a little... shrill, just like me. She's surrounded by lovingly supportive and equally crazy friends and family members, who go a step beyond support into encouragement with her wacky endeavor.
Here's where Julie has a decided leg up on me.
Julie has a point.
Julie has a purpose.
I have neither of these. Just a keyboard and a lot of time on my hands.
So I'm thinking I need a theme. But not just any theme - one that's as brilliantly unique and original as Julie's decision to cook her way through MtAoFC.
I don't cook, so I'm lucky that's out.
I don't have a job, so that's less luckily out.
The whole New York single girl writer with awesome friends and hilarious stories of debauchery and heartbreak has been pretty well covered.
So? What do you guys suggest? What should my theme be?