December 2009
6 posts
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G/E spent about 70% of the practising JB’s Houdini dance, and the rest planning out our dream G/E truck. Including hammock, surround sound, King size Murphey bed, electric slankets, espresso machine, toaster oven, and video projector.
And we laid out track. Easy day.
I have pains I've never experienced before
These are unprecedented. Weird, bad feelings. But it’s cool. I’m having a wonderful time.
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Actards
Against my better judgement, I engaged an extra in conversation today. Then promptly became angry when she was predictably idiotic. Who becomes an extra to ACT? That’s like becoming a school janitor to teach history and coach football. There’s no logical progression.
But the lead Lee was cool today. Not offended by my Tenacious D shirt with a unicorn/pegasus mounting a regular horse.
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camera fetish
is more like it. I have crushes on the:
1st AC
2nd AC
camera intern
Also, I still have moments of being infatuated with the 19 year old AC I used to date, although that was more than lust.
I’m looking up camera internships while I type this.
5:15 Call tomorrow!!!!!
Ultra sad face because I’ll be waking up at 3am. What’s the point of even going to sleep?
November 2009
5 posts
i met david lynch tonight
At the Hudson Union Society.
rob came with me, and dressed nicely, and was polite, and opened the car door for me, and let me go first, and was generally a well-mannered person. it was nice. not a date, at all (although he asked me out after), but it’s nice to be shown respect.
i took notes. everything was something i wanted to hear. delightful. lynch is charming and down to earth and...
i've been up all night
researching production jobs. i’m obsessed with this lately. i’m starting to turn into one of those one dimensional people who does everything for her job. except it’s not my job. not yet.
i’m animating at digital kitchen this weekend and next week. They’re great. Amber, connie, scott, and ryan are there, and rob roth and tai ulman were there, but they’ve moved...
I feel myself these days, but I can remember why I didn’t want that for so long. It hurts to be me. I feel like I have the capacity to absorb this profound pain from the world. Like I martyr myself.
I had this dream when I was very little, 3, I think, right before my parents split. In it, I was walking in a field of daisies, and there was someone walking toward me. At first I thought it was...
I’m sitting in Think Coffee. It’s by NYU. I’m supposed to be working, but I am not. I am … wasting time. Watching the homeless guys. This is like nyc’s livingroom. It’s full of broke kids and broken old men. Well. Probably we’re all broken.
Communication has been difficult lately. Lots of failed transmissions. Speaking an alien language without knowing...
other people's babies
i dreamt last night about someone else’s babies.
in a hotel. it was early and quiet still. a baby started crying, and i was looking for it. there were two, and someone had the crying baby. i picked up the other one who was starting to wake up, and someone said the other was named “General.”
The baby i was holding started to say, general. i was shocked that she could speak.
welcome home improv →
I’ve done several variations on this, and I submitted the idea to Improv Everywhere 2 years ago, when they weren’t bankrolled by a major television network and a vodka giant. If they’re going to make bank on ideas that were submitted back when they were just a fun group of situationist artists, maybe they should rename their group Ripoff Everyone.
2d3 →
these people make amazing products. i need them.
Ambinder: In An E-Mail, Obama Thanks His... →
thedailywhat:
I’m about to head to Grant Park to talk to everyone gathered there, but I wanted to write to you first. We just made history. And I don’t want you to forget how we did it. You made history every single day during this campaign — every day you knocked on doors, made a donation, or talked to your family, friends, and neighbors about why you believe it’s time for change. I want...
“we are so happy, you make us proud, and we’re praying for your success in...”
– http://www.dailykos.com/story/2008/1/4/114210/2785/744/430474
crying already
PA, NY, OH, VA. can’t not cry.
DetNews: Medical Marijuana Legalized in Michigan →
thedailywhat:
With 4 percent of the actual vote counted, Proposal 1, which would make Michigan the 13th state to legalize medical marijuana, led comfortably.
Suddenly everyone in America is behaving rationally.
October 2008
1 post
September 2008
12 posts
I do not have the time to blog fanatically.
however. this weekend:
Gawker party. highlight: handing boyfriend back his watery vodka saying, “I am not a cupholder” only for him to take a sip, replace it in my hand, and walk away as I muttered, “I am a cupholder?”
screening of the Fold where I got my first* FX supervisor credit, which is awesome and ridiculous.
another party where a girl I thought maybe...
More trying to kill me (w/ Vespa)
Him: If the screw comes out while we’re on the BQE, push off away from it, and make sure to dodge the cars.
Me: I’m not getting on.
Him: We don’t have a choice.
More trying to kill me (w/ Vespa)
Him: If the screw comes out while we’re on the BQE, push off away from it, and then make sure to dodge the cars.
Me: I’m not getting on.
Him: We don’t have a choice.
He's trying to kill me
Him: (Something about Walmart and inflatable kayaks)!!!!! (And the East River)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: Oh, doll, that sounds dangerous.
Him: It’s not dangerous!!!! I’m a lifeguard!!!!!!!!!!
Me: That was like ten years ago. What are you, tenured? Lifeguard emeritus?
Him: *distracted by pet hamster*
“They call him Don Juan… More like Don Wannabe!”
– - BlackPanic (via nickmcglynn)
Except I only said the last part.
Three Thug Mice →
subvoyant represent!
(via nickmcglynn)
i’m designing an open for a show about magic and listening to mahavishnu orchestra. which is more interesting to do than writing about myself. so, hrmm. i used to be the kind of blogger who wrote every.single.day. suddenly work seems more important than play. maybe this is what those catholics meant when they warned me about nyc and spinsterhood.
I need new old music:
Mahavishnu orchestra- inner mounting flame
Miles Davis : sketches of Spain, bitches brew, in a silent way, ESP, water babies, nefertiti
Chick corea- inner space
Herbie hancock- headhunters, Man- child, sextant, crossings, secrets
Weather report -Heavy weather, weather report
Stevie wonder- talking book, songs in the key of life
King crimson- three of a perfect pair, red, in the wake if...
my reel site →
my apologies to parsons mfaDT. I used iWeb. I promise to translate the hail mary into the form of an algorithm and then do 30 of them. and then rewrite the html.
August 2008
1 post
operation get the fuck out of here
Back this AM from toronto. Was researching expatriating to there on the trip home. Doesnt seem too hard (learning French will help). Just need job offer, and it will be well worth it. Specially if the red states* have their say.
Crossing the East River on the train this morning, watching the sunrise, I had an unfamiliar thought: I am happy for this day. Like, as in happy to be alive. After my...
May 2008
2 posts
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i won the Hot Body contest
at Xrated’s 5th year Anniversary Panty Party. the prize was $100, but I lost an h&m sweater, someone put two mysterious “basil” drinks on my tab, and i dropped $30 on a fedora and a pair of panties to wear under my panties (despite my shameless toplessness for the contest, I can’t make myself be seen in panties, but if i wear a pair UNDER the ones that show, somehow the...
April 2008
2 posts
neat bottoms are for pussies
so. tonight. for tribeca, i am instructed to wear a “neat bottom.
i generally refuse to recognize the term “bottom” when used in association with anatomy or fashion. this is bc there are several PERFECTLY ADULT sounding ways to refer to those things
my ass is not my bottom. technically, my feet are usually my bottom, or frequently my entire anterior is, or occasionally my...
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unbelievable
I just had a 20 min conversation on OK Cupid that began with my condition that it not include an offer of sex, and ended with him saying I wasted his time because all he wanted was sex. you.asshat.
February 2008
1 post
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back from the big easy
and it was lovely. a little sad, though. the boy misses living there so much, and i can see why. he fits there better than ny. place nostalgia is always so extra tragic for me. he was very very sweet, though, and it was nice being there with him. he’s so much less neurotic when he’s traveling. and somehow we’re a much better couple then. i think bc he takes charge and leads me...