Sunday, January 31, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
i need to edit a photo of just grimace's arm, so it looks like I cut it off. any ideas?
don't hurt me. who's just grimace?
don't you ever read my posts?
I JUST LOOKED. running around like mad today. umm..i say a bloody bread knife...really ragged.
or caught in an old movie reel.
you really don't know who grimace is?
now i do. Or a boot in the armpit with hands pulling on the arm...
OR the arm stuffed in grimace's grimace. yeah...eat your own arm grimace.
yes. i. am.
would it be easier to do just an eyeball say on the top of an open-faced sandwich?
I LOVE IT
you excite me
but preface it with a photo of the heel of a stilleto-ed boot going in his eye.
we already lost one "fan" over the grimace situation, but fuck her!
ha! must scoot. and may have to blog about this.
WHO KNEW I WAS THIS VIOLENT? NOT ME!!
I think I need a TaB.
Give 'til it hurts...or Grimace will be!
Thanks, Kieran. Good luck.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
What a lame-ass way to think.
Part of my freak-out has to do with time. Being sick is a waste of time. HUMONGOUS. I've now been under for 11 days of 22 of the new decade (if that's how you're looking at 2010...there is some debate)--so I've been sick for freakin' 50% of this decade. That just ain't right. Nothing gets done.
But what I find fascinating is I DID get things done. I didn't realize it until I wrote Shmoopy about how little I accomplished in the last week...
"finally FINALLY seem to have burst through the cold bubble a bit. doubt i'm gonna make it to mike's tonight as i really need to kick this thing in the ass. i've accomplished nothing--an audition, an acting class, shot a little infomercial, eddie izzard, 15 hours of devoted and disgruntled forum, worked out 4X, found a place to shoot my little scene, did committee work at Equity, priced sound equipment, found money in my retirement fund i didn't know existed, blah blah...oh SHIT, i got a LOT done. i don't feel bad anymore. i mean on top of the cold i was feeling bad about being a lame-ass...but i guess i'm not so lame-ass."
#1--I guess I like lists as they help quantify...
#2--Why do I have to quantify? Why do I always have to accomplish things? Why is use of time so important? As Pooh says (and he is very wise), "Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering."
#3--I have a great friend in Schmoopy. "GLAD to hear you are better and FYI and for the record: being sick does not make one a lame-ass, it makes one a little sickie in need of rest. ;) "
So, I'm a little sickie--now resting and reading One Moment Meditation...Stillness for People on the Go by dear old friend, Martin Boroson--my original Pooh. It's wise, it's wonderful, it's simple, it's complex, it's completely practical and yet it and of itself is a meditation and tone poem on the nature of time.
If I hadn't been sick, I might not have dived (diven? dove? Oh, you fecking conjugations in my addled brain) boogerhead-first into Marty's genius. I might not have been open to the synchronicity of some specific events. I might not have found compassion for people with less blessed constitutions. I might...I might...
Who knows? I'm sick but I'm getting better and I'm not really sure what I've written but I hope it makes some sense to someone somewhere and I'm glad I finally took the fluff out of my ears long enough to hear Labramom's russian cold remedy--strong black tea with jam, followed by a tumbler of vodka, followed by oodles of duvets. "The common theme with these Russian health treatments seems to be the caveat that if they don't kill you they will cure you."
Ain't dead yet.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Dear Eddie Izzard,
I am writing this to you
and I hope that you will read it so you'll know...
My heart beats like a hammer
and I stutter and I stammer
every time I see you at the picture show.
I guess I'm just another fan of yours
and I thought I'd write and tell you so.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
|Your Rising Sign scope - Today, January 15, 2010|
You are likely to be looking especially beautiful and feeling very warm and loving today, and so you're likely to attract a romantic encounter of some kind. An old love may reappear on the scene, or a person whose attention you've been trying to attract could suddenly respond to you in a positive way. The Moon-Venus conjunction brings romance to the forefront. Make the most of it!
A HA HA HA HA HA haaaaa...hack hack lugie snort.
Astrocenter.com obviously hasn't seen me today nor heard my plaintive whining regarding my cold...or whatever.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
I’ve got the pox. I’VE GOT THE POX.
And I feel like crapdoodles.
The idea of this cold (and they DO start as ideas) gained cognition in mid-December…the busiest week of my life. 12 auditions, 5 hours of rehearsal, 16 hours of travel and 4 concerts later (and let’s not forget the pesky little UTI) I decided that a cold would not be convenient. So I didn’t get it. Nailed it with Zicam (yes, I have some rogue vials), zinc and vitamin D.
Then it waved a jaunty hello on New Year’s Eve. And I killed it with joy and alcohol.
I laid low most of the weekend following… I was busy with a reading and two important classes, an audition and cb for a director I find daunting, some commercial crap and was working on some writing projects and submissions. Again, it wasn’t convenient but I could no longer just kill it. It continued to peep out… the viral ”Where’s Waldo.”
Hit me smack dab on the nose for the presentation of the reading. NOT convenient. But since I was Babushka Dvah and singing in the basement…do-able.
Now here I lie…two days later. Definitely NOT do-able.
I’ve employed a hanky as opposed to tissues. I thought I’d do my darnedest to keep the rainforest intact. I can’t really do anything of import because my synapses are so clogged with snot they’re not snapping cleanly. I randomly post on Facebook friend’s pages, “I have a cold.” One of them hadn’t heard from me in forever. Rude. My skin has the texture and color of my 1st edition autographed copy of “La Boheme.” There are boogers in my hair. I eat an orange (yum) and my ears itch (boo). What’s that about?
And I’ve lost four pounds.
Ye olde colde is definitely on its way out but I am not—I don’t want it to land on any poor unsuspecting friends. Lovely friends who offer to bring over anything I need. I love you, lovely friends, and therefore am NOT letting this alight on you.
So, it’s another day of random sitcom re-runs for TiZ and her AsS. I keep looking for messages in the random sitcom re-runs. I told you my synapses are snagging.
I have sympathy.