There’s That Eerie Music Again…

I bought the Complete Far Side volumes right when they came out, but am ashamed to say that I’ve only read them once in their entirety. Being on a very tight budget, I’m now going through every book/DVD/VHS I own for entertainment.

I can’t remember if it’s the first or second volume, but there’s a cartoon of two men sitting in a boat in the middle of the ocean. Underneath them is a large shark, poised with its mouth open, ready to jump out. The caption below the cartoon reads something along the lines of, “Hey, there’s that eerie music again.” It’s a funny cartoon, but it also made me a little sad.

As a child, I hated the theme music from “Jaws”. It scared the bejesus out of me and it only took about one measure from my dad to get me screaming. However, I feel that if I’d had the opportunity to watch that movie with my grandpa, I would have found the movie to be hilarious at a much younger age.

My mom had taken my grandma and grandpa to see “Jaws” in the theater shortly after it opened. As the movie progressed, my grandpa took it upon himself to yell (in broken English) at the screen, “Get out of the water! Can’t you hear the music?! The shark is coming!” My mom was absolutely mortified; her saving grace was that it was the early matinee so the theater wasn’t full.

Coming across that cartoon brought a smile to my face. I miss my grandpa and to pay tribute, I always make sure I yell at the TV when “Jaws” is on.

Don’t You Hate It…

…when you have an epiphany in the shower that you want to share with the world, but by the time you finish drying your hair it’s nothing but a lost memory?

Yeah, it’s one of those moments.

I ♥ James Spader

Last week I got together with the Slackmistress and NoirBettie for a quick dinner at 8 oz. It wasn’t anything special, just a few ladies gathering together to partake of fabulous food and libations and gossip.

In the booth next to us were a couple of guys, one in his late teens/early 20′s and another one who looked to be in his 40′s. The younger one looked a lot like a friend of mine, but since I didn’t have my glasses on, I couldn’t really pick up the details of his face. Once I had clearer vision, I was slightly disappointed to see that the kid in question was not my friend. The pick-me-up was that the older guy was handsome, and better yet, bespectacled.

Closer inspection revealed that the attractive man was, in fact, James Spader.

Day 99


This has been the first time I’ve ever had a random celebrity sighting on a celeb I’d love to take to bed.

The problem in seeing a celebrity in person is that you need confirmation. I leaned over to the Slackmistress and quietly asked, “Is that James Spader?”

She glanced over and replied, “I think so.”

NoirBettie turned around, glanced at him, and then narrowed her eyes on me.

“I’ve had a crush on him longer than you have, but I’ll let you have him since you’re still single.”

All in all it was a good night. I got to see two ladies I rarely see in real time and I had a James Spader viewing. *swoon*

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Fifteen years ago today, my baby boy was born.

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Now With Asian Hotness

It’s not to say that the Slackmistress and Be The Boy aren’t made of hotness, but you’ve got to admit, an Asian chick makes things hotter to the xth power.

Live TV : Ustream

Even though I was the runner-up for the guest host spot on Be The Marriage, and I only had about 5 minutes of screen time about 47 minutes into the show (with some offside commentary and giggling), I’d like to think that I helped to boost ratings during my cameo.

Of course, I wouldn’t be there if it hadn’t been for the fabulous Slackmistress and Oslowe.

And Daisy J. Wonderdog, keeping me company in the wings (or using me for tummy rubs).

My Smart Ass Puts In Its Two Cents

There’s a hyperlink on Google for Google Latitude. Apparently it’ll help you find out where your friends are.

The smart ass in me says, “Pfft. I know where my friends are.”

In my heart.


Heh, you’re all a good crowd.

Quiet On The Home Front

The upsides of staying with my parents while my car is being fixed:
1. There’s always food in the fridge.
2. No early curfew on weekdays (although I can’t really blame my roommate – she leaves the house at 6:45AM).
3. Use of a landline to find my phone when it gets burried underneath a pile of laundry.

The downsides of staying with my parents while my car is being fixed:
1. Someone always standing over you in the morning to make sure you wake up on time for work.
2. Re-adjusting to being “the kid.”
3. Constant nagging on whether or not you’ve paid your bills.
4. Having to share one computer with another person.

I’ve been able to keep myself occupied and sane by the following things:
1. Reading my copy of The Complete Far Side Collection.
2. Playing my ukulele.
3. Working a little bit on my script.
4. Dinner at 8 oz. with the Slackmistress and NoirBettie with a celebrity crush viewing of James Spader at the booth next to us.

I can’t complain. However, if my car isn’t ready by tomorrow, I’ll definitely be cranky.

Fear Me, I Bring Death

It’s not quite as funny as that episode of Family Guy where Death gets injured and Peter takes over, but I seem to have the skill to bring death to those I see on the television.

My first act of mortality came casually. I was 15 or so, scanning the magazine racks at one of the favorite hangouts on the Promenade. On the cover of a music magazine was the [rather large] face of Big Pun, and I made a remark of, “Man, I wonder how he can breathe; he’s so big! He looks like a giant baby.” My BFF was with me, and we giggled over the picture.

A week or two later, he was dead. My BFF called me and started off with, “Remember how we were making fun of Big Pun? Well…he died.”

Of course, I felt bad. It felt like I had issued the hit to my button men of health and they took him out.

Fast forward to 2005. Glenn and I were still dating at that point; we were chatting when I told him my Big Pun story. Then the words fly from my fingers: “It was completely random. Like if I mentioned Peter Jennings.”

World News Tonight on ABC came on with the announcement that someone is filling in for Peter Jennings. I panicked for a second, but realized that the Pope had just passed away and that he might be traveling to cover the funeral.

A few days later, Glenn sends me an email with a news link that breaks Peter Jenning’s announcement of being diagnosed with lung cancer. “You really did kill him” were the words that accompanied the link.

However, I take absolutely no blame in the tragic car accident that took the life of Nick Adenhart early this morning. Yes, I was there last night at The Studio Bar. Yes, I watched the Angels game with Glenn, Greg, Jeff, Reese, and Bill. Yes, I told my Peter Jennings story.

But I can’t take credit for this one.

What Does “The L Word” Mean?

Liar.

That’s the L word I’m going to apply to the show from now on.

A couple of weeks ago I made a post about how I had made “The Chart”. My name, with the exact same spelling, was right underneath the name Tina was writing on the board to reflect Bette’s infidelity.

That was kind of funny.

Now I’m annoyed by a more recent turn of events.

I’ve just finished Season Four. Apart from the seemingly outrageous plot twists that have been coming up, the straw that broke the camel’s back was this one:

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“The L Word” cast supposedly lives in and around the LA area. Most of the filming is shot in Canada for cost purposes. My guess is that the section of Canada they film in has a Dunkin Donuts in the area, because Paige is enjoying a hot cup of something that has the oh-so-familiar pink and orange logo. And that is a huge lie.

Los Angeles does not have Dunkin Donuts.

Don’t lead people to think we’ve got them here, Showtime. You can’t try and tell me, “It’s just fiction!” I enjoy Dunkin Donuts too much for you to pull that card.

Because the Poor Have Time to Kill

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script frenzy



I signed up for this. It should keep me out of trouble this month, especially since I am getting a few pennies back from the Federal Government (CA has yet to be calculated).

Unlike National Novel Writing Month, I won’t get caught struggling for mundane ideas to fill up the pages. My script will be a series of short films whose stories will be based on whatever free iTune song is available for the week, regardless if I like it or not.

So figure it’s about 4 songs for the month of April, which will be 4 short films, which breaks down to about 25 minutes (pages) apiece. This shouldn’t be too bad. My scriptwriting class in college asked for a 30-page script by the end of the 16 week semester and I managed to crank out two shorts based on Haruki Murakami stories.

Fun fact: somehow I managed to get a A in the class, despite the fact that I didn’t show up for “finals” and that my story line was too “abstract” for it to be sold in Hollywood.