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Scary…Very Scary…

Tuesday, April 27th, 2004

Yesterday was a quiet one at work, so I did my usual NY times Crossword, read most of the paper (I never read sports, and rarely read business)…and then the guy came with the new issue of The Rake. I often enjoy reading it, but this month’s cover article, while fascinating, made me cringe. Having a niece who will turn thirteen in a few months, and hearing about kids these days, and seeing them, I know that kids these days are scary. I thought I was just being paranoid, or that it was a sign of age, but, in fact, kids are getting scarier by the minute. What frightens me, is that companies lke Abercrombie and Fitch (who, along with Wal-mart and Starbucks, are evil embodied) perpetuate that little girls should be acting like “adults” by the time they hit their teens. Kids who (at least to me) are normal (like my niece) are looked at by their peers as being young for their age. Further, adults seem to be doing little to stop it, buying them make-up at counters where a tube of lipstick costs more than every cosmetic item I own, not getting involved in childrens lives, even allowing them to get plastic surgery in some cases.
It doesn’t help that due to environmental factors (like obesity and food additives such as hormones) are causing kids to develop younger, which leads to them being sexually active, causing a whole host of problems. Hell, I know “adults” who are sexually active and have no business doing so, much less a child or teen.
The article really speaks for itself. As if I wasn’t worried enough about having children (which will not happen for some time, knock on wood), the state of affairs in this world seem to be at a steady decline.

You like me…you really like me…

Tuesday, April 27th, 2004

Imagine my surprise at being chosen blog of the day
Dreams really do come true 😉

I’m ba-ack

Monday, April 26th, 2004

Wow…that was a long time, wasn’t it? I mean, including the getting ready, the getting turned around, figuring out where the hell I was going, the trying not to let my anxiety attack turn into a full out panic attack because of the not knowing where I was going, the audition, the getting home, feeding the cats, changing…
Right…not so much time. They were looking for a short audition, and they had me do the piece twice, differently, then I was on my way. I do not yet know whether that means good, or bad.
I never liked auditions, but I used to actually be a good actor. Now, I suck. This is probably due to my hiatus, that I am trying to break, without success. You know, practice making perfect and all. And, of course, on the way home, I thought of all sorts of ways I could have made my reading better. Yeah, that was real helpful. So, due to my total lack of practice, and my possible decline in ability, I am not having a whole lotta confidence right now.
Although, at least I don’t feel like a fat-fattie anymore. That does help. One less thing… I was thinking about it as we were partying on Saturday. I actually thought I looked darn good…not toned yet, but good. Compared to pre South Beach, when I didn’t even want to leave the house due to my size. Part of that would have to do with the fact that none of my clothes fit, and I wore my yoga pants out too many times, because at least they stretched. If only I could have worn my pajama pants out more, that would have expanded my wardrobe. Being very small-framed, my body doesn’t like extra weight. My joints were not happy, and my bones just don’t have the room for extra beef. Not to mention the fact that I was on the verge of shopping the plus sizes. It is really hard to get excited about shopping at Lane Bryant. Fortunately they have cute clothes, and I was trying to tell myself that I could still be stylish, while my thighs were in danger of rug burn, and my arms would keep waving long after I had stopped. On my resume, I tried to figure out how much I could lie about my weight before they would catch on. Not fun. Although, I still am not sure how to take it when friends tell me they couldn’t tell I had put on weight.
Anwyay, I am so glad I got motivated. Now that I can actually get in to most of my clothes again, I don’t dread this sort of thing quite so much. It is nice not to get winded going up a single flight of stairs, or have my legs feel like jello after. Also, I looked at my head shot, and I seriously need a new one. My face was so round in my old one…it doesn’t look like me. Maybe a relative, but not me.
Now, I just need to get my acting tuned up, and I may just have something.

Just a little somthin’, somthin’

Monday, April 26th, 2004

I so want a nap. I so need a nap. But alas, not in my cards. My chiropractic appointment went all later than I planned. Now, I must make myself pretty for an audition…which could take a while.
It had better be worth it!

I want to rock and roll all night…

Sunday, April 25th, 2004

Whoa, for a minute there, I almost felt young again! Two parties in one night…very extreme.
We started the night at a friend’s birthday party. I have to say that we felt pretty honored to be among those invited, as it was a small gathering, and upon arrival realized that outside of the hosting couple, we only knew one other person. So yeah, we thought it was pretty coo. It was a fun gathering, and we got to meet the dog. The dog is a taller than normal greyhound, and is beautiful. Now, for the record, I am not a dog person. I have to meet the dog, and there are certain breeds of dogs that I cannot stand. (for instance, standard poodles and Afgans. They are creepy, creepy dogs.) However, pretty much all greyhounds are cool. They are gorgeous, all lanky and graceful…elegant. And they have a great temperment. So, I enjoyed meeting the dog, although he was frighteningly tall.
Then, we moved along to a cast party. We decided to stop since it was on our way home. We did arrive in time to see the people that we wanted to see, and for once were not the last to leave. For some reason, we are always the last to leave. Once everyone is gone, it is just awkward… do we leave, do the hosts want to hang, are they bored by us and wish we would get the hell out…especially since we are the hosts that could care less. If someone wants to hang till the sun comes up, we are totally cool with it, because really, what else have we to do? Such a dillemma.
Finally, I read a fantastic article in the paper. Actually that was like the first thing I did, but whatever. Anyway, I really cannot expand very much on how incredible this young woman is…I think the piece speaks for itself.

It’s just a telephone.

Friday, April 23rd, 2004

I was going to get up all early and start getting things accomplished for the day. Alas, this is my only day of the week to sleep in. Hence, the sleeping in won out.
I did wake up to a message from the place I applied at many moons ago. Okay, so it was one moon, but work with me people. Anyhow, there was a message on the answering machine. I am terrified to call back. Terrified. The phone scares me enough anyway (parylizingly so…I hate calling, answering, checking the messages)…add to the mix that I would LOVE to get this job. Somehow it was easier for me to not know and assume the worst, than to be confronted with the hard fact that maybe I didn’t get it. Or, if they could just e-mail me…that would be sweet.
I am going to take a few deep breaths and go for it. Quick and painless, band-aid-style.
Wish me luck.

Not-so-bitchy.

Wednesday, April 21st, 2004

So, the good news is, I’m not so grouchy today. More on par with my usual bitchy self, as opposed to my super bitchy self (new and improved formula).
It probably started because I fell asleep watching Quentin Taratino directing Jimmy Kimmel. Or maybe it was because I caught sight of myself naked in the mirror this morning, and didn’t freak out. My torso actually looks almost exactly like I want it to look! I do need to tone up my arms and back some more…but not bad, if I do say so myself. And (shameless plug) since I’ve lost 18-and-a-half pounds, I think I have the right to say so myself. Now, I just need to get my ass to look more like I envision. I think that maybe it (my ass) is allergic to my pants, and that’s why it is still all swollen. Unfortunately, society seems to have a problem with people walking around sans pants (unless they are toddlers or infants), so my ass may have to stay somewhat swollen. Or, I just need to find pants that my ass isn’t allergic to. If anyone else has a sensitive ass, and can offer any advice, I’d love to hear it.
I may also be in a decent mood, because I have actually been having some artistic inspriation. I think it may have to do with our office redecorating project. I have selected a color I like to call “Phantom Menace Blue.” I do not yet know what that translates into Valspar terms, but it is the color of the sky in the Ep 1 poster with little Anakin and Darth Vader’s shadow. I find that it is bright enough to be fun and a little funky, and not to country-wedgewood blue, and not too patriotic/americana. I also have a tenative furniture placement and some art tentatively placed. I am working on clearing the crap out of the room, Trading Spaces style. I am also looking forward to having some good space for painting, drawing and sewing. Although, I do have a couple of things on my wishlist: a foldable cutting table, and a self-healing cutting mat. So, if you are wanting to give me a pressie, and do not know what to get, those would be fabulous gifts. Not that I am trying to pressure you or anything. But those would be good.
Or, maybe it’s because my cat was so darn cute this morning. I get out of the shower to hear him make his landing noise. (I can’t adequately describe the noise with words) I step out of the bathroom to see that Ghas left one of his drawers open, exactly Ziggie width. And there was Herr Zig, chillin in the drawer. So, I of course had to commit the visual to film. I streaked through the house to grab a camera, and knelt down to get him all close. I even managed to get him to look right at me. However, the flash pissed him off, and he darted away. He must know I am talking about him, because he is staring at me as I type this. Either that, or he is hungry, and is calculating how long he could feed off my carcass.
Maybe I should go feed the cats.

GAHHHH!

Tuesday, April 20th, 2004

That’s the only way I can sum it up succinctly. To start off with I am far grouchier than usual. I’m PMSing which makes me far bitchier than usual. Yes, I can actually get bitchier. Usually I’m just a bitch. Sometimes a raving bitch. But when i’m PMSing, I turn into a roaring, rampaging bitch…so don’t mess with me.
Now, yesterday, my inner beast was behaving surprisingly well. I didn’t strangle the girl from the office who, as usual for Monday, fanned out all the cash in her wallet to show how much she made over the weekend bartending and serving. She then proceeded to bitch about how poor she is and how she needs to work two jobs. Right. Maybe you shouldn’t brag about how stinking much you make if you are so broke.
Today, I behave myself very well when she practically put her foot up on the counter to get my opinion on how cute her shoes were. They were only $40 you know. I know more about the shoes than I ever wanted to know about any pair of shoes than I ever wanted to know. Everyone in the office knows more about the shoes than they ever wanted to know. And we still don’t care.
I was saintly to the woman who has a giant hairy mole on the side of her face (not annoying per se, just gross), and always orders a skim latte, no foam. No matter if it doesn’t have foam on it, she always takes a drink, then asks for more milk because it is her calcium intake for the day. Since that is her calcium intake for the day, she needs more milk in there, because that is the way she gets her calcium intake for the day (sometimes she mentions the words calcium intake more often). I saw her coming, and thought to myself, “I might have to go kung fu on her if she mentions her stinking calcium intake.” That freaking latte was a work of foam-free art. She took her sip, and proceeded to mention her calcium intake about fifteen fecking times. One day I would just like to tell her that if that’s her only source of calcium, she’s in big trouble, because not only is there not enough milk in the drink, but the caffeine in the espresso lessens the ability of the body to absorb the calcium. Maybe I should recommend some Tums to her.
There was also the delightful lady who came in just as I was heading to lock the door for the day. She comes to the counter, and asks if we are affiliated with our other location. I say we are, as it’s a common question. She then looks at our rolodex, where we keep our punch cards, and says, “no one offered me a card last time. I don’t think I want anything after all.” And turned on her heel, complete with head snap. WTF?!?! So, she came in just to say that?
As Randall says in Clerks, “This job would be great, if it weren’t for the fucking customers.”

BILL

Monday, April 19th, 2004

Wow. Continuous posting: Day five. I went on what the movie advertisments would refer to as a “roaring rampage of blogging.”
yeah, i saw the second half of Kill Bill yesterday. Freakin’ awesome. As G attested, it really should have been one movie. However, even in two servings, it was freaking awesome. Dare I say, Quentin Tarantino’s best film to date! (Prior to this, I would have said Pulp Fiction, and as I consider KB to be one film, Pulp Fiction would be number two. And while I like jackie Brown, I feel it is his weakest film)
Anyway, everything about it was cool, visually cool….I love, love, love how each chapter has it’s own style and feel. Everything from live-action anime, to actual anime, to old-school Kung-fu, to good old fashioned Tarantino, ala Reservoir Dogs. The fight choreography was amazing, the film was funny, hell, I even developed a soft spot for ol’ Bill.. And, I am still thinking about what transpired in the film. I can’t wait for the DVD, and am hoping that in true-Tarantino style, it is kick-ass, full of features, and hopefully, the whole movie from beginning to end.
I could go on, but I worry I will spoil the film for the uninitiated. I’ll suffice it to say, I want to learn some ass-shopping kung fu, some Samurai sword skillz, and I want Bill’s sofa (which I am pretty sure is a Todd Oldham sofa, who by the way if he weren’t gay, he would be mine, oh yes, he would be mine) Anyhoo…it is an all around hot movie.
Now, me not being Harvey freakin Weinstein, not only would I have made Kill Bill one kick-ass film, I also would not have greenlit the remake of Shall We Dance?. I can’t buy the movie on stinking DVD, but they are trying an americanized version of the film. The whole thing infuriates me, as the film was, in part, a commentary on the Japanese culture, and the expectations that are held for, in this case, a businessman. In the film, it is worse that he turns to dancing, than to sex. Why not re-release the original, with this same ridiculous marketing push they are giving to this drivel starring J-Lo. If you have seen the original film, which by the way, was only made in 1996…no reason for a remake..I’m sure you understand. I am seriously pissed about the whole thing. First of all, how dare they assume that everything needs to be americanized, and secondly how dare the public allow ourselves to be treated as though we are not capable of understanding the subtley of the original. If it’s not one’s cup of tea, that’s one thing, but to blatantly remake something kidergarten schoolteacher style makes me livid. Not to mention, if this crap is available for purchase prior to the original, I’m gonna go all Black Mamba on someone.
Can you tell I am passionate about artist intentions? Down with the Weinsteins!
Whew…got that off my chest.
The Weinsteins don’t know Kung fu do they??

So Jealous…

Sunday, April 18th, 2004

So, it turns out that G was the blog of the day on Babelogue Friday.
I’m not registered there, but still, that’s freakin’ cool.
I can say I’m married to the popular kid now.
That sure beats being married to the geek that lives in the basement.