I think Indy has been hanging around The Doctor...
Current mood: sick
Hooey-wooey, mysto-crypto...
Really? Hmmm... I say. I think a certain timelord has been paying visits to Dr. Jones (Indiana, not Martha).
I had something more interesting and purposeful to write, but there's a spike in my head that currently wants nothing more than for me to go put more food into my body, escape the horrid flourescent lights of the office, go home and curl up into a ball and cry.
I guess it's a small consolation that this is happening now and not 9 days from now when I'm on a plane. Hopefully by then it'll all be over with. Do I really need ovaries or a uterus? I mean, I don't want children, not ever, so what the hell do I have these organs for? Screw having tubes tied, just pull the damn things out.
That sounded like screaming children... but this isn't even my birthday! - Dr. Doofenschmirtz
More fallout from the Whoniverse of Obsession. I am now addicted to Phineas and Ferb. Part of me feels ashamed... the other part knows there's nothing wrong with liking a funny cartoon, no matter what channel it's on. And it is funny. Gloriously funny. The Phineas/Ferb/Candace storylines are good - Candace is adorable and reminds me more of my inner girly girl than I care to admit, and Ferb's laconic nature continually leaves me in hysterics. But the best stories are the Perry the Platypus/Dr. Doofenshmirtz ones. I think Doofenschmirtz is related to Dr. Cinnamon Scudworth, a German cousin or something. And I love his inventions... thus far my favs are the Age-Accelerator-Inator and the Make-Up-My-Mind-Inator. And like all good villains, I always have lingering lines in my head long after the episode is over.
It's not the worst date I've ever had. There was the one that kept stabbing me with the fork.
Curse you Perry the Platypus!
Now it's time once again for the self-edifying list of things accomplished this weekend so when next weekend rolls around and I realize it's practically time to leave I can remember I did get things done in preparation.
Washed car, by hand, with a bucket of suds, a sponge and a hose Hauled out suitcase and 18th century clothes Packed clothes, etc in big suitcase and managed to squeeze everything in including second bag to use when coming home if needed Sought out, found and bought rolling carry-on... and packed it (provided I got paid and had a ride to the airport I am now prepared to leave tomorrow... alas I have another 10 days) Ran show two nights, more or less up to par despite extreme exhaustion Watched Doctor Who - Human Nature, Family of Blood, Blink, New Earth, Tooth and Claw, The Doctor's Daughter Watched the entire Indiana Jones trilogy on USA Cleaned up apartment (while watching above usually) Did laundry Started new book Talked with wonderful Laura on the phone (Happy Mother's Day... because all women are a little bit pregnant - priceless) Failed miserably at catching up on much needed sleep - which I will probably greatly regret by the time next weekend rolls around
As my big finger to MySpace, my currents are: Currently reading: Stephen King - Needful Things Currently watching: Star Wars: A New Hope in the background, Doctor Who "The Doctor's Daughter" in the foreground.
And now I leave you with four more reasons I love Doctor Who...
You need to get yourself a better dictionary. When you do, look up 'genocide.' There'll be a picture of me there, and the caption will read 'over my dead body.' - The Doctor
Let's save your wiles for later... in case of emergency. - The Doctor
Are you an anomaly too? - Jenny No. - The Doctor Oh, come off it. You're the most anomalous bloke I ever met. - Donna
You talk all the time but you don't say anything. - Donna
And next week is Agatha Christie... the reasons grow by the moment.
Written at the Burbank Mall - final trip before vaca - 5-6-08
Johnny Rockets is the Steak N Shake of SoCal.
The food isn't as tasty or well priced. The cheese fries have NOTHING on the glorious shoestrings swimming in cheese sauce. Yet the decor is similar, the staff entertaining and the music retro... like just playing Sam Cooke's "Cupid." *sigh* I need to see Blackpool.
This place makes me nostalgic for home and some good ol' greasy burgers and fries and late night chats (drunk or sober). Good thing I come home in 15 days or I might blow a mental gasket with everything that's making me yearn for home, Mackinaw, Stratford, friends, family and everything they entail...
And now I must attempt some sleep as I have to get up at 5am for work tomorrow. Blech.
Oh, and I'd like to add to the complaints about removing the reading/listening/watching/playing option. WTF. I loved that little item. Really. Loved.
Soooo... I'm currently: Watching - Doctor Who: Series 3 "The Shakespeare Code" ('It's like Back to the Future.' 'The film?' 'No, the novelization.') Listening - Becoming Jane Soundtrack: Adrian Johnston Reading - if I ever get a lunch break that's an actual break I have Stephen King's "The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon" in my purse to start.
I Laugh/Weep for my Generation...
Current mood: mischievous
Oh, kiddies, did I ever have one of 'those LA moments' last night.
Remember back when TRL was the thing to watch on MTV? Back in Carson's heyday? Remember when they had a competition for a new VJ - and it came down to Dave Holmes and Jesse Camp? Remember how Dave Holmes didn't win and yet went on to do a lot of VJ-ing anyway, and now he hosts DVD on TV on FX? Don't you wonder whatever happened to Jesse?
He's standing on the street corner outside CNN trying to encourage other 'I want to look like an opressed punk kid so I'm going to try to appear like I'm starved while wearing my trendy jeans and expensive cowboy boots' people to do work for the ASPCA.
Not that I have anything against the ASPCA, or Jesse Camp, but the surrealness of that moment made me giggle like a teen watching Carson Daly in all his toolish glory on TRL on a Wednesday afternoon. Thankfully I managed to make it halfway through the crosswalk before starting the giggle-fest.
So apparently as of today all GR (and southwest lower MI) Steak N Shakes are 'smoke free.'
Now, I know I live in the land of smoke-free everything... which in itself is rather silly as I also spend most of my time at a theatre where a not small portion of the peoples smoke. And I have nothing against smoking bans. I'm allergic to tobacco so a smoke-free universe would make me insanely happy.
Yet I find something a little sad about SNS succumbing to the smoke-free trend. It's like changing tried and true menu items... a Steak N Shake without smokers at 2am on a drunk Tuesday night is like a Steak N Shake without orange freezes or bacon & cheese doubles... it just feels wrong.
Like smoke-free bowling alleys.
I think if anyone needed convincing that I'm still a midwestern gal, they just got their proof.
Three weeks until I come home. (oh, and thank you American for joining the other airlines in charging more money to check a second bag. Someone want to tell me how you pack for three seasons, two centuries and everything from jeans & sweatshirts to nice theatre clothes - including shoes - and NOT pack two bags?).
One month until my birthday.
Two days until opening.
Do I have mixed emotions about all these items? Yes.
Do I want to enjoy them? I'd love that.
Would I prefer right now to stop time so I could, I don't know, sleep for a day, get all my travelling ducks in a row, clean my apartment up and generally relax long enough to allow my brain to sort of function again?
Changing Landscapes...
Current mood: uncomfortable
I keep track of 'home news' via Yahoo, checking it every couple of days just to see what's new and/or interesting in the land of G-Rap. Imagine my intrigue, surprise, shock, amazement and confusion today upon learning that the lot at the corner of Fulton & Carlton that was an old factory which burnt to the ground whilst I was still in MI and has been empty ever since is slated to become to new site of the GR Opera.
I've seen a lot of changes take over the not-quite Eastown, not-quite downtown, not-quite NE area of the city I call home. But this is HUGE. And I don't know how I feel about it. I mean, I think it's good something has claimed that spot, and it's great for the opera to finally have a home... but at the end of my street? Across form the Schnitz and Common Ground and the owner-swapping liquor store... around the corner from my grade school, down the street from AQ... I'm finding it difficult to imagine the Opera plunked into that part of town. And what do they expect to do about parking? (this I get from living in LA... first thought is how it affects the neighborhood, second thought is: where the hell is anyone going to park now?)
Just not sure how I feel about this one...
And BTW - what happened to the nifty insertable listening/watching/reading box???
You’ve got a box; he’s got a Ferrari...
Current mood: exhausted
More for my my own edification so when, say, Wednesday rolls around and I'm wondering what the hell is going on and where my weekend went and how I'm ever going to get through the next couple weeks I can look back and see that I did in fact accomplish something this weekend:
Cleaned apartment - vacuumed floor, put away clean clothes that have been sitting in baskets for two weeks, changed bed, did dishes, gathered more clothes for donation, finally got new fitted rug for toilet that matches other bathroom rug, paid bills, did some handwashables, organized laundry for whenever the hell I get to do it again.
Watched: Robin Hood - I'm trying to get into it, but so far it's not having much effect Doctor Who - Human Nature, Family of Blood, Blink, The Sound of Drums, The Last of the Time Lords, Voyage of the Damned and Planet of the Ood... yeah, lots of Doctor... Torchwood - season finale with James Marsters... I don't want to spoil anything, but for what little I've watched of the show I was very sad at the end The Graham Norton Show - with David Tennant. I think the BBC is out to worsen my obsession and cause massive sleep deprivation Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer - much as I love Ioan Gruffud and his much-improved yank accent, the movie became actually watchable 45 minutes in when Julian McMahon came back
Met with sound designer for show, researched and downloaded songs for show, made CD for designer and drove it back down to NOTE.
Chatted with peeps online and Mom on the phone. Also wrote and sent letter to grandma... and burned and mailed CDs to Lizzie
Followed traditional Saturday morning routine - get up, go to chiropractor, grocery shop
Finished reading Pride & Prejudice
... and I am so bloody exhausted now; I hope I can stay awake to watch "My Boy Jack" on Masterpiece...
Oh, yeah. It's time for another one... The Spring 2008 Edition of Songs that I am Currently Addicted To...
'Cause my life is too crazy and too dull all at once to come up with anything coherent to say about it that doesn't relate to Doctor Who... and even the incoherent stuff tends to somehow relate back... hell, so does the music...
Blue Sky - Hanson This is one of the songs I previously ignored on The Walk because I was still trying to adapt to the evolving sound. To be honest, If I'm honest, I'm still adapting. However, how I escaped noticing this song before with catchy, patented Hanson 'oh's, a beautiful bridge of harmony and another message of searching and hoping... it's just wonderful.
Cry to Me - Solomon Burke There's this newer artists emerging - Duffy. She has a song called 'Mercy' that is pretty catchy. However, the opening riff reminds me of 'Cry to Me' and every time 'Mercy' plays all I want is to hear this old school BMM (that's Baby Makin' Music for those unaware)... and watch Dirty Dancing.
Cupid - Sam Cooke Gee, what else can I blame on Doctor Who? Oh, I know! How about addicting me to David Tennant and making me want to see Blackpool, which is not on DVD. And so I have to YouTube short segments of it - including 'Cupid' in a samba-esque style, which excepting my love for the sections Tennant sings, always makes me want to hear the original version...
Dangerous - Roxette Later you'll see the group I blame for the resurgence of my love for Roxette... I just love this song beause it makes me feel like I'm ten again. I used to dance around my grandma's bedroom singing this song into a hairbrush as a kid. Now at 25 I've started doing it in my own room...
Gravity - Sara Bareilles Thanks to the lovely Ella for gracing me with some of her songs. This is my favorite. It's mellow, melancholoy, melodic and marvellous - how's that for alliteration?
I Can't Decide - Scissor Sisters All Doctor Who's fault. Completely the show's fault. John Simms' Master dancing around a ship to this song, abusing people, pushing the good Doctor around in a wheel chair while singing this song. It's bloody priceless.
Listen to Your Heart - DHT It's the BritPop album of the month. I love the mellow cover of this Roxette song. Simple arrangement and just really pretty. A departure from most of the album which is your basic fun, catchy, BritPopFauxTechno fare.
Piece of Me - Britney Spears Yes, I'm one of those people... ok, not really. The girl has good producers and writers, always has. I can't help it that her music is so damn catchy...
Standing in the Middle - Evan & Jaron I really do not know why this song feels so right at this point in my life, but I cannot stop playing it, humming it, singing it, thinking about it.
Now we're stuck here standing in the middle of the mess we've made It's all too little too late You call your mother; I write a song We've come to agree that we can't get along Why can't I say goodbye?
Voodoo Child - Rogue Traders Master decimating the world anyone? Hey, the man (or timelord as it were) had good taste in music...
Honorable mentions:
The Puppini Sisters I found out about them one day while looking for covers of something... I don't even remember what. I finally got their first album and I love it. It's basically all covers done in an Andrews Sisters style... like Blondie's 'Heart of Glass.' The girls are really talented and my favorites are 'Wuthering Heights' and 'In the Mood' (which is performed completely a capella with snaps, claps and footbeats keeping the rhythm).
John Barrowman How many things can I blame on Doctor Who? The list grows longer about every day. Not being able to find my copy of the one CD of his I own, I found another copy, as well as a few other gems... including a version of 'Your Song' that made me melt right off my chair this morning when I first heard it. No, seriously, melted right off the chair into a heap on my floor for a solid minute.
Help - I’m being driven by a robot!
Current mood: contemplative
Yeah... it's like that...
From an LJ entry on epiphanies...
I haven't done one of these in a while... 'cause some have been rather insipid, and other times I just wasn't into answering them... but since of late I have had a couple of epiphanies, I thought: well, I guess it's time again.
Epiphany number one isn't exactly new... but it's newly renewed. I live in the wrong country. LA has brought me experiences and opportunities and relationships I could have never gotten in G-Rap. Never. But it's also given me that nagging feeling of being so close and yet so far from what I want to achieve. And recently that feeling has been added to with the concept that I'm not so sure what it is I want to do anymore. I love theatre, but I can't live off it here, nor do I want to do it CONSTANTLY. I love moviemaking, but there are so many flaws in the system and so many people to step on and crush to get anywhere the money is I often wonder the point of it all. I mean, I love creating and would do many things to make my movie dreams come true, but I don't want to compromise myself or my ethics by being a major kiss-ass or total bitch... which are pretty much my options to get to a point where I could be making any real money. And it's not that I think it would be easier in another country, but everything I've heard and read and seen points to a different system over them thar seas... a system I might fit in better with. Case in point: efficiency. I was watching a little walkthrough of the Doctor Who production world last night, and they do EVERYTHING on site. Their production office, studio, sets, post studio, wardrobe, props, special effects lab... it's all on one little lot in Cardiff... along with everything for Torchwood as well. Seriously, at the end of a day's shooting, they simply walk off the set, down a hall and drop the reels off with the editing department. Granted, this doesn't work for location shoots, but I have yet to see a professional Hollywood producion work with this kind of efficiency. Of course here in the US we also try to cram 22-24 episodes of a series into a year... the Brits are happy with 13 at most. More time for theatre ;) Not to mention an entire island populated with literally thousands of guys whose mere way of speaking makes me melt. And the theatre options there are absolutely never ending. Oh, and did I mention big theatre is less of a racket there? Example: Ticket to Equus on Broadway this fall (in decent seats) with Daniel Radcliffe: $116 Ticket to BOTH Love's Labours Lost and Hamlet at the RSC in Stratford upon Avon (in decent seats) with David Tennant: $100 Yes, David Tennant is doing another season at RSC... and playing Hamlet. I would sit through four and a half hours of that play for him...
So what keeps me here and not jumping off to the UK? I could say it was connections to friends, family, life as I know it. But I picked up and abandoned all that once. I could handle it again. The real reason? Epiphany number two: No one in my immediate family is destined to ever have a financially comfortable life. I don't know if it's bad luck, bad timing, bad choices of jobs and other life choices or what... but it seems for every forward stride we attempt, we have five things thrown at us that cannot be overcome without great financial and/or emotional compensation.
So yeah... yay for epiphanies that make me even more cynical!
sick
nostalgic
mischievous
groggy
anxious
uncomfortable
exhausted
contemplative