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.

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