My brother is taping a segment for letterman right now, tune in tonight!
yay!
29 June 2005
Jazz hands!
I'm wearing a shirt I bought* to wear to an office christmas party three years ago. Now I'm wearing it to work. I've worn it maybe twice. It's not bad. It's a black pinstripey oxford with sparkly buttons that are thankfully hidden underneath a thick sweater. This really isn't the place for a splash of pizazz. It's obviously not meant for office wear. I'm doing some comedy tonight with my girlfriends, so it will make more sense after seven than it does at 10:30 in the morning.
It's about 40 degrees in here. Which is great because it's 80 outside and 100 in my apartment. All multiples of twenty. It's a good sign, somehow, right? I'm cycling through all four seasons daily. To be honest, if it were 40 in here, 40 outside and 40 in my apartment, I'd probably be cool with that. I can wear the shit out of a sweater.
*at The Dress Barn. No shit.
I'm wearing a shirt I bought* to wear to an office christmas party three years ago. Now I'm wearing it to work. I've worn it maybe twice. It's not bad. It's a black pinstripey oxford with sparkly buttons that are thankfully hidden underneath a thick sweater. This really isn't the place for a splash of pizazz. It's obviously not meant for office wear. I'm doing some comedy tonight with my girlfriends, so it will make more sense after seven than it does at 10:30 in the morning.
It's about 40 degrees in here. Which is great because it's 80 outside and 100 in my apartment. All multiples of twenty. It's a good sign, somehow, right? I'm cycling through all four seasons daily. To be honest, if it were 40 in here, 40 outside and 40 in my apartment, I'd probably be cool with that. I can wear the shit out of a sweater.
*at The Dress Barn. No shit.
27 June 2005
Details Unecessary
I had a rough weekend. I think "I still live with my ex-fiance" sums it up well enough.
Some brightspots: I went to a party at a friend's house in LIC. The roommates were tv and web writers and a b'way casting agent assistant or something. It was a really nice place. I have no idea what I was thinking when I decided to wear an old navy teeshirt and jeans. Everybody was casual fancy, and I was just plain casual. I could never quite figure out how to do that "I'll just wear this old scrap of fabric and look fabulous" thing. We did dramatic readings of penthouse forum, which is pretty hilarious in the right accent. I got felt up by my friend Kristy about 18 times, which was actually funny once or twice, and got an apology email from her the next morning. We were there until four, and it was pretty fun. It was scary, because I went alone, none of my close friends could make it and horror of horrors, I was the first to arrive. I chatted with a few strangers, but pretty much hung with the same four people the whole night.
I killed a bug in my bedroom, which unfortunately means I now have to burn everything I own.
Some conclusions:
!. I would love Belle and Sebastian if their songs were half as long
2. The following elements are most overt signs of youth and wealth according to set desginers of the 1980s and early 90s:
a. a juke box,
b. a neon sign and
c. something zebra print, preferably a couch/beanbag chair.
I had a rough weekend. I think "I still live with my ex-fiance" sums it up well enough.
Some brightspots: I went to a party at a friend's house in LIC. The roommates were tv and web writers and a b'way casting agent assistant or something. It was a really nice place. I have no idea what I was thinking when I decided to wear an old navy teeshirt and jeans. Everybody was casual fancy, and I was just plain casual. I could never quite figure out how to do that "I'll just wear this old scrap of fabric and look fabulous" thing. We did dramatic readings of penthouse forum, which is pretty hilarious in the right accent. I got felt up by my friend Kristy about 18 times, which was actually funny once or twice, and got an apology email from her the next morning. We were there until four, and it was pretty fun. It was scary, because I went alone, none of my close friends could make it and horror of horrors, I was the first to arrive. I chatted with a few strangers, but pretty much hung with the same four people the whole night.
I killed a bug in my bedroom, which unfortunately means I now have to burn everything I own.
Some conclusions:
!. I would love Belle and Sebastian if their songs were half as long
2. The following elements are most overt signs of youth and wealth according to set desginers of the 1980s and early 90s:
a. a juke box,
b. a neon sign and
c. something zebra print, preferably a couch/beanbag chair.
25 June 2005
24 June 2005
I was played by a redhead.
Last night I went to see an improvised movie, created in the time it takes to watch it. It was quite amazing, and hard to describe. They did a harold, and for one of the beats two actors came out and each interviewed a single member of the audience. They picked me, and one of the people I was with and basically played us on a blind date. It was weird, and at moments I kind of felt like I was being made fun of, but overall it was pretty mindboggling. I mean, you watched the footage, edited on the fly, moments after it happened down on the street below the theater. and it look good. look up neutrino nation dot com. Fucking bananas.
My first instinct whenever something good starts to happen is: Don't get too excited. That seems wrong.
I'm Boooooring.
Last night I went to see an improvised movie, created in the time it takes to watch it. It was quite amazing, and hard to describe. They did a harold, and for one of the beats two actors came out and each interviewed a single member of the audience. They picked me, and one of the people I was with and basically played us on a blind date. It was weird, and at moments I kind of felt like I was being made fun of, but overall it was pretty mindboggling. I mean, you watched the footage, edited on the fly, moments after it happened down on the street below the theater. and it look good. look up neutrino nation dot com. Fucking bananas.
My first instinct whenever something good starts to happen is: Don't get too excited. That seems wrong.
I'm Boooooring.
23 June 2005
The Book Meme
Memed by Jess a while back, finally got around to it.
Number of books I've owned:
You know what? I think I've owned a lot, but if I ever actually counted them, I'd be embarrased at how few I actually have. I'm going to say 100.
Last book I read:
How to Talk to Anyone. I am not a huge fan of the self-help section, but I was getting sick of my awkwardness. I actually got a lot out of it: body language, how to deal with awkward situations, how to start a conversation with a total stranger. Little things I should have learned a long time ago, at finishing school. Before that I read Hangsaman by Shirley Jackson. It was not very good. I'm not reading anything at the moment.
Five books that mean a lot to me:
To Kill a Mockingbird- I know it's everybody's favorite book, but it really is the greatest book I've ever read.
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay- Another obvious one, I guess. It was special because I got it as a birthday gift shortly after moving to new york, and it was just kind of wonderful to read this amazing book that took place in the city where I was living.
Quick Shots of False Hope: a Rejection Collection by Laura Kightlinger. It's a collection of really funny essays about her life, and I loved her style and her honesty. I read it cover to cover in a day, and then I read it again. It inspired me to write about my life. Hello, blog.
Skeleton Crew I'm annoyed by my choice to add a Stephen King short story collection, but this book was hugely influential in my formative years.
The ouvre of Steve Niles Not a single book, but if I had to, I'd go with Criminal Macabre. Werewolves, zombies, vampires, childbeasties, blood, gore. All of my favorite things, impeccably done.
One step further . . .
The next books I want to read:
Chuck Klosterman's Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs
Blink
And I feel like I should read A Moveable Feast. We'll see.
If you feel the meme, do the meme.
:)
Memed by Jess a while back, finally got around to it.
Number of books I've owned:
You know what? I think I've owned a lot, but if I ever actually counted them, I'd be embarrased at how few I actually have. I'm going to say 100.
Last book I read:
How to Talk to Anyone. I am not a huge fan of the self-help section, but I was getting sick of my awkwardness. I actually got a lot out of it: body language, how to deal with awkward situations, how to start a conversation with a total stranger. Little things I should have learned a long time ago, at finishing school. Before that I read Hangsaman by Shirley Jackson. It was not very good. I'm not reading anything at the moment.
Five books that mean a lot to me:
To Kill a Mockingbird- I know it's everybody's favorite book, but it really is the greatest book I've ever read.
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay- Another obvious one, I guess. It was special because I got it as a birthday gift shortly after moving to new york, and it was just kind of wonderful to read this amazing book that took place in the city where I was living.
Quick Shots of False Hope: a Rejection Collection by Laura Kightlinger. It's a collection of really funny essays about her life, and I loved her style and her honesty. I read it cover to cover in a day, and then I read it again. It inspired me to write about my life. Hello, blog.
Skeleton Crew I'm annoyed by my choice to add a Stephen King short story collection, but this book was hugely influential in my formative years.
The ouvre of Steve Niles Not a single book, but if I had to, I'd go with Criminal Macabre. Werewolves, zombies, vampires, childbeasties, blood, gore. All of my favorite things, impeccably done.
One step further . . .
The next books I want to read:
Chuck Klosterman's Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs
Blink
And I feel like I should read A Moveable Feast. We'll see.
If you feel the meme, do the meme.
:)
22 June 2005
No more posting drunk.
Taking one nyquil gel pill thing makes me sleepy aaaaaalllll day. IT's so hard to get out of bed sometimes. I want to sleep. Someitmes I just want to lie there.
I have my final show at the pit tonight. I planned this outfit, but i'm really not happy with it.
Red Bull. Meow. Nothing's up.
Taking one nyquil gel pill thing makes me sleepy aaaaaalllll day. IT's so hard to get out of bed sometimes. I want to sleep. Someitmes I just want to lie there.
I have my final show at the pit tonight. I planned this outfit, but i'm really not happy with it.
Red Bull. Meow. Nothing's up.
20 June 2005
Supersize your small fry
I am sick. That's ok. I had a really nice little weekend. On friday I filled the hours with Law and Order and my blanket. Saturday more of the same except I also swept my stoop.
I had dinner at Paladar Saturday night. The food was amazing as was the company. Saw a show, had fun. I like people. I like sitting in the front row. Whateverwhatever. So what now?
My family is making me come home for the 4th. *whine* I don't feeeeeel like going home. *whine* Done.
I am sick. That's ok. I had a really nice little weekend. On friday I filled the hours with Law and Order and my blanket. Saturday more of the same except I also swept my stoop.
I had dinner at Paladar Saturday night. The food was amazing as was the company. Saw a show, had fun. I like people. I like sitting in the front row. Whateverwhatever. So what now?
My family is making me come home for the 4th. *whine* I don't feeeeeel like going home. *whine* Done.
17 June 2005
Summer Miracle: an email exchange between bored secretaries
Me:
hells yeah dude.no more rehearsal on tuesdays! it's a true summer miracle*!
*the name of my pony, and a series of young adult novels based on my pony
Mo:
True Summer Miracle defeats Negativity! (the sequel)
Cindee:
Our young equine heroine bravely squares off against the evil OTB favored [name redacted]. She's light on her feet as she races against the wind to save her best gal Moe from the jaws of the evil [name redacteds].
me:
Summer miracle, realizing she represents the budding s*xuality of her owner, engages in a short lived and chaste romance at the barn dance with Buddy Bill, the new stud in town. Until the dance is interruptedby a fire at the mill! And summer must race to save the girls at the sleepover next door!
Amy:
Oh NO! Someone stole Buddy Bill's new saddle! Will Summer and Buddy team up to solve "The Case of the Missing Mount"? Or will Rancher Rivera have to sell Buddy to evil Rancher Rogers to pay for the newmill?
me:
The Wheedlesons get a new ranch hand, Hong Tran, and everyone suspects the newcomer of being shy. Summer and Buddy cross the cultural divide with the help of the town baker Jorge, just in time to help Hong solve the mystery of the missing tea set!
The funnest game ever. I highly suggest making up your own adventure blurb for Summer Miracle!
(The names I "redacted" were just people we've been bitching about.)
Me:
hells yeah dude.no more rehearsal on tuesdays! it's a true summer miracle*!
*the name of my pony, and a series of young adult novels based on my pony
Mo:
True Summer Miracle defeats Negativity! (the sequel)
Cindee:
Our young equine heroine bravely squares off against the evil OTB favored [name redacted]. She's light on her feet as she races against the wind to save her best gal Moe from the jaws of the evil [name redacteds].
me:
Summer miracle, realizing she represents the budding s*xuality of her owner, engages in a short lived and chaste romance at the barn dance with Buddy Bill, the new stud in town. Until the dance is interruptedby a fire at the mill! And summer must race to save the girls at the sleepover next door!
Amy:
Oh NO! Someone stole Buddy Bill's new saddle! Will Summer and Buddy team up to solve "The Case of the Missing Mount"? Or will Rancher Rivera have to sell Buddy to evil Rancher Rogers to pay for the newmill?
me:
The Wheedlesons get a new ranch hand, Hong Tran, and everyone suspects the newcomer of being shy. Summer and Buddy cross the cultural divide with the help of the town baker Jorge, just in time to help Hong solve the mystery of the missing tea set!
The funnest game ever. I highly suggest making up your own adventure blurb for Summer Miracle!
(The names I "redacted" were just people we've been bitching about.)
They dissolved my house team at the theater, and now I have to "wait and see". I only feel bad because last week one of the other people in my group bought a 3-year package for a domain name.
That's actually pretty hilar.
Something weird just happened in my office. There was a meeting. My boss looks terrified. Yay for being a temp.
Good news: Someone just gave me a latte someone else bought her because she doesn't drink coffee. I <3 steamed milk.
That's actually pretty hilar.
Something weird just happened in my office. There was a meeting. My boss looks terrified. Yay for being a temp.
Good news: Someone just gave me a latte someone else bought her because she doesn't drink coffee. I <3 steamed milk.
15 June 2005
Do me a huge favor- remind me that it is not important that I date anyone right now and that it is good for me to get some "alone time". I need to take some time and get into shape and I'm too busy to spend any quality time with anyone. The right person will be in the right place at the right time, when I am ready for it. Please remind me this before I get too far into filling out a membership at "wherechristiansinglesmeet.com".
What often starts with a little morbid curiosity usually ends in a shame spiral.
What often starts with a little morbid curiosity usually ends in a shame spiral.
13 June 2005
I went to ya house and dere you were, gone.
I'm back from Providence. It was great. We drove up through some horrendous traffic on Friday, made it just in time to start setting up the show. We were in a universalist church, which was adorable. They fed us unlimited red bull, and I am now addicted to it. The show itself was fantastic. We skipped out on the other shows after ours because we were starving, and ate big food and drank microbrews. Then we went back to the hotel and I slept the sleep of the dead.
Saturday we went to one of the host theaters for a meet and greet. Adam Amy and I and a few of the organizers were the first people to show up. Another New York team came by, we chatted and then headed out. We ate lunch at the Cheesecake Factory (they figured out how to fry macaroni and cheese. bury me in it.) Then we went to see the grave of HP Lovecraft. That was a weird thing to do, but it seemed to make my brother happy. It was kind of fun, too. After naps we went to the space for our second show. It felt weird, and it was weird, and I just resigned myself to the fact that it was going to be an off show. They definitely liked us, just not as much as the night before.
We saw some other shows, went to the midnight jam.
After party: two drinks before thay turned the lights on, followed by a about 40 people standing around outside the bar saying "what now?" for an hour. I didn't get to talk to half the people I wanted to. Close at 2 my ass. Screw you Rhode Island! (just kidding. thanks for having me.)
I made friends and saw some good shows. Providence is a lot like downtown buffalo, deserted and full of sketchy characters but prettier with fewer boarded up buildings. I wish I had more time to spend there, and that it wasn't 190 degrees so I could have walked around a little more.
(I am realizing that I am really talking up this show, and I hope it doesn't sound like ego, it's just a good show people enjoy that is full of amazing people and I am lucky to be a very small part of it.)
I'm back from Providence. It was great. We drove up through some horrendous traffic on Friday, made it just in time to start setting up the show. We were in a universalist church, which was adorable. They fed us unlimited red bull, and I am now addicted to it. The show itself was fantastic. We skipped out on the other shows after ours because we were starving, and ate big food and drank microbrews. Then we went back to the hotel and I slept the sleep of the dead.
Saturday we went to one of the host theaters for a meet and greet. Adam Amy and I and a few of the organizers were the first people to show up. Another New York team came by, we chatted and then headed out. We ate lunch at the Cheesecake Factory (they figured out how to fry macaroni and cheese. bury me in it.) Then we went to see the grave of HP Lovecraft. That was a weird thing to do, but it seemed to make my brother happy. It was kind of fun, too. After naps we went to the space for our second show. It felt weird, and it was weird, and I just resigned myself to the fact that it was going to be an off show. They definitely liked us, just not as much as the night before.
We saw some other shows, went to the midnight jam.
After party: two drinks before thay turned the lights on, followed by a about 40 people standing around outside the bar saying "what now?" for an hour. I didn't get to talk to half the people I wanted to. Close at 2 my ass. Screw you Rhode Island! (just kidding. thanks for having me.)
I made friends and saw some good shows. Providence is a lot like downtown buffalo, deserted and full of sketchy characters but prettier with fewer boarded up buildings. I wish I had more time to spend there, and that it wasn't 190 degrees so I could have walked around a little more.
(I am realizing that I am really talking up this show, and I hope it doesn't sound like ego, it's just a good show people enjoy that is full of amazing people and I am lucky to be a very small part of it.)
09 June 2005
I'll take it.
Cute cop using my phone: I'm up on 16 checking on the call. . I'm gettin nothing but befuddled looks . . very pretty befuddled looks.
me: *wink*
God made Baked Cheetos just for me. Don't look at my fingers. Or my keyboard. Or the front of my shirt.
I get to go HOME after work tonight. HOME, where my BED and STUFF lives. I'm going to work out quickly and go HOME and enjoy the apartment I PAY MONEY TO LIVE IN. This is going to be a nice change of pace.
I obviously have very little to say.
Cute cop using my phone: I'm up on 16 checking on the call. . I'm gettin nothing but befuddled looks . . very pretty befuddled looks.
me: *wink*
God made Baked Cheetos just for me. Don't look at my fingers. Or my keyboard. Or the front of my shirt.
I get to go HOME after work tonight. HOME, where my BED and STUFF lives. I'm going to work out quickly and go HOME and enjoy the apartment I PAY MONEY TO LIVE IN. This is going to be a nice change of pace.
I obviously have very little to say.
08 June 2005
A few points.
You're sick of hearing me say "meow"? How do you think I feel? I have to hang out with me all day.
It's about 7 degrees in here. *Chatter*.
I have a show tonight. I made the mistake of telling my boss that I do the makethemups, and she made me swear I'd tell her when I have a show. I shake my head meow to that idea.
I want to watch the movie Hitch. I feel no shame in admitting that. I get in the mood for things. Like Japanese horror, or low-budget isolation/predator movies, or obscure 80's coming of age teledramas. I feel like watching a shitty high budget movie with a formulaic sitcom plot. I am in the mood to watch that movie. There. I said it. I'm guessing the mood will pass before I get a chance to actually watch it. Also, I'm pretty sure the urge to go see a movie is really just another way my body interprets the desire for popcorn.
I'm drinking french roast from my hooray for america mug. I rule.
I'm going to providence on friday. I haven't put any thought into this trip at all. Shame on me.
One hour and 45 minutes and I'meowt of here.
You're sick of hearing me say "meow"? How do you think I feel? I have to hang out with me all day.
It's about 7 degrees in here. *Chatter*.
I have a show tonight. I made the mistake of telling my boss that I do the makethemups, and she made me swear I'd tell her when I have a show. I shake my head meow to that idea.
I want to watch the movie Hitch. I feel no shame in admitting that. I get in the mood for things. Like Japanese horror, or low-budget isolation/predator movies, or obscure 80's coming of age teledramas. I feel like watching a shitty high budget movie with a formulaic sitcom plot. I am in the mood to watch that movie. There. I said it. I'm guessing the mood will pass before I get a chance to actually watch it. Also, I'm pretty sure the urge to go see a movie is really just another way my body interprets the desire for popcorn.
I'm drinking french roast from my hooray for america mug. I rule.
I'm going to providence on friday. I haven't put any thought into this trip at all. Shame on me.
One hour and 45 minutes and I'meowt of here.
07 June 2005
06 June 2005
Wedding happened. no sleep.
It was an incredibly hectic weekend.
I visited friends all too briefly.
I took michele around just a tiny bit, gave her so-so wings, then really good wings, then a ton of ok wings, then a bottle of squirt.
I got my hair done in ringly curls; I looked horribly cheesy.
I got my picture taken approximately seven thousand times.
Looked at times "cherubic" and "greek goddessy" in every one. :(
My sister looked crazy amazing.
My niece looked beautiful.
I still can't figure out who she means when she says "my dad", then I remember, and I am happy.
My new brother in law is psyched to be a dad. After they exchanged rings, he turned and gave her a locket. Not. A. Dry. Eye.
On Sunday I watched "My Science Project" with my dad. Bizarre. He missed the awesome ending because he went to a late mass. Sucker.
I shared a cab with a chatty 23 year-old Batavia native who's going to school here for Forensic science. Cool. She told me not to bother trying to find a guy to go out with in the city. I said "Thanks for the tip."
I could use a cigarette. Which is weird, because I'm not really a smoker.
I'm at work now. I wrote a beat sheet for a sketch about a copy machine, and when I went to print it out it jammed three times and then I burned my finger on the fuser. Note to self: no more office scenes.
It was an incredibly hectic weekend.
I visited friends all too briefly.
I took michele around just a tiny bit, gave her so-so wings, then really good wings, then a ton of ok wings, then a bottle of squirt.
I got my hair done in ringly curls; I looked horribly cheesy.
I got my picture taken approximately seven thousand times.
Looked at times "cherubic" and "greek goddessy" in every one. :(
My sister looked crazy amazing.
My niece looked beautiful.
I still can't figure out who she means when she says "my dad", then I remember, and I am happy.
My new brother in law is psyched to be a dad. After they exchanged rings, he turned and gave her a locket. Not. A. Dry. Eye.
On Sunday I watched "My Science Project" with my dad. Bizarre. He missed the awesome ending because he went to a late mass. Sucker.
I shared a cab with a chatty 23 year-old Batavia native who's going to school here for Forensic science. Cool. She told me not to bother trying to find a guy to go out with in the city. I said "Thanks for the tip."
I could use a cigarette. Which is weird, because I'm not really a smoker.
I'm at work now. I wrote a beat sheet for a sketch about a copy machine, and when I went to print it out it jammed three times and then I burned my finger on the fuser. Note to self: no more office scenes.
02 June 2005
i have a splinter under my pinky that is keeping me from typing properly. it's hurty. :(
i don't have much to talk about.
last friday i saw carson and jai (as in the FAB 5 carson and jai) walking out of the theater i was walking into. yowzers!
i am flying home tonight after work. yay.
i am excited about the wedding. it will be awesome. i decided since i didn't go out and buy a shrug to cover my sad upper arms, i would wear something from around the house. so i found a short-sleeved sweater that i put my arms through and fold over in the back. it looks surprisingly good, people. we'll see if anybody can tell the difference.
i wish i had a boyfriend. i am afraid of boys. and bouys. and bouyancy. and people named yancy. and fear itself.
i don't have much to talk about.
last friday i saw carson and jai (as in the FAB 5 carson and jai) walking out of the theater i was walking into. yowzers!
i am flying home tonight after work. yay.
i am excited about the wedding. it will be awesome. i decided since i didn't go out and buy a shrug to cover my sad upper arms, i would wear something from around the house. so i found a short-sleeved sweater that i put my arms through and fold over in the back. it looks surprisingly good, people. we'll see if anybody can tell the difference.
i wish i had a boyfriend. i am afraid of boys. and bouys. and bouyancy. and people named yancy. and fear itself.
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