Urban Dictionary…. HAHAHAHAHA

“Lianas are often seen holding on to a machine gun, for they fear a zombie attack will happen at any given moment. Often can they be found in underground punk showings or Walmarts during graveyard hours.”

What to do… what to do

OK, I’ve been on the low end of the production team for a couple of films and television series. And I’m not really going anywhere. The jump from PA to AD isn’t that great and really, I’ve been spending so much time away from home (even though I currently work locally, I still have such strange hours). JP and I want to start a family and I’m starting to think that spending ridiculous hours on set or on location just isn’t worth it anymore. I’ve been offered a position in a casting office here in New York. It pays more than I currently get and the hours are actually “normal,” plus there are good benefits. And I would just research. So IF we got pregnant, it would be ideal for me. Seriously, working directly with actors just doesn’t have the same appeal to me, and being on set is becoming more of a chore than a joy.

So… do I take the certainty of the job in the casting office or do I continue on with the uncertainty of production? I think I know the answer.

Being Banned

Yes, I am banned once again from Celebitchy.  And before you tell me that it’s my use of asterisks or ellipses, no.  I’m actually BANNED.  For what?  Nothing.  I did nothing to merit being banned other than state that a job that I have held – production assistant – isn’t just an internship.  Yup.  That’s it.  That’s all I said and the great and moronic Kaiser banned me for it.  And Katie, the real Celebitchy, ignored my emails.  Lovely, right?

Oh my

I’ve let my blog lapse BIG TIME. I’ll get to thinking and get to posting.  I actually have some ideas that I have to kick about.

2011 Academy Awards

Hanging out with a couple of friends and my computer, watching the Oscars.  Overall, the tone of the show is a little… underwhelming.  James Franco seems like he’s a little on the stoned side and is phoning it in, although in his mind, he’s actually phoning in for a pizza delivery.  Anne Hathaway is trying but is coming off as shrill and “lookatmemom!” When Billy Crystal came out, he kind of schooled the young uns.

Oh Come On Grammys

Yeah, you did good remembering Dio and Alex Chilton, but you left off Pete. Just because Type O wasn’t “mainstream” doesn’t mean Peter Steele wasn’t influential.

Golden Globes… stream of consciousness

OK… starting a bit before the Globes start.  This will just be me rambling throughout the awards.  I’ll publish during the commercials and edit and all that crap.  Deal with it. No one’s reading anyway.

Looking for dad… will not see his ass anywhere near the red carpet.  I imagine him being all Mission Impossible and hiding behind potted plants.  He’s not famous enough to be shown anyway.

Giuliana is scary skinny.  Ugh.

For the record, I find Ashton Kutcher smarmy and aggravating and not the least bit attractive.  Natalie, girl, I know we’ve had our ups and downs (OK, you’ve been a snot and I’ve not liked it) but you look damned good in the “No Strings Attached” trailer and I hope you have an eventless pregnancy and a fantastic marriage.

Oh, Christina Aguilera… no.  just no.  One shouldn’t ever want to look like a giant sex toy.

DO. NOT. LIKE the shoulders on Anne Hathaway’s dress.  Gah.  Jennifer Lopez.  Meh.  Love Scarlett’s dress… HATE her Bride of Frankenstein hair.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

Help me, I’m being oppressed!

Nah, not really.  I just haven’t been able to post anything on Celebitchy all evening.  All my posts disappear into the ether, never to been seen again.  Now I have the sads. 

edited 1/9/11:  Still can’t post on Celebitchy.  I don’t understand why.  I’ve never broken any of the rules there.

Christmas shopping sucks

Went Christmas shopping with my friend Lisa tonight.  Hated every blasted moment of it.  Nothing makes you realize the inhumanity of man towards man more than the Ikea Marketplace.  Pushing, shoving, grabbing stupid candles out of my hand (yes, someone actually took a candle out of my hand because they “needed that color and it’s the only one left.”  Bite me.  And since when did self service checkout mean that no one has to work anymore?  I couldn’t find a human drone worker there to save my life.  Also went to King’s Plaza.  Rude salespeople, lack of stock, annoying fellow shoppers, and no, I don’t want to give you a happy ending, security guard.  I think I’ll hit Staten Island over the weekend and call it a season.

First married Thanksgiving

… and we were thousands of miles apart.  I know JP’s a musician and I know that he pretty much has to take whatever work he can get, but I am angry and disappointed that we are spending this time apart so early in our marriage.  I won’t see him until right before Christmas.  And on top of it, this little groupie bitch emailed me to say that JP was cheating on me.  With her.  I know that’s a lie, but it sucks that I even have to be brought into someone else’s wishful thinking and psychotic behavior.  And yes, Rae, I know that you’re nowhere near where my husband is.  I know you’re in Baltimore.  My husband is not so well endowed that he can cheat on me with you from thousands of miles away.

Sorry if I sound whiny, but I’m having a bad couple of days.  I’m going skeet shooting with my dad later.  If anything can make me feel better, it’s my dad and shooting at shit.

update:  went skeet shooting.  shot like crap, dad gave me advice and since he was holding a gun, I think I’ll follow it.