It's great to stay up late

My very favorite movie (amongst many, many favorite movies) is probably High Society. Released in 1956, it was directed by Charles Walters (he won an Oscar for Lili - which I have, incidentally, never seen) and the score is by Cole "Muthafucka" Porter. It stars Bing Crosby, Grace Kelly, Frank Sinatra, Celeste Holme and, of course, Louis Armstrong. I mean, what else do you really need to know? It's the bee's knees, y'all.

I was going to post the trailer here - but it's really, really long and boring, which is the opposite of what this movie is. I mean, dude, this is how the movie starts:


This is also a favorite number of mine, both in the movie, and in movies generally, in large part because these guys just look like they're having so much fun. It stands as perhaps the greatest dick-measuring contest ever caught on film.


Anyway, it's a great movie. I sure wish I owned it. So, now everybody knows what to get me for Christmas. Luckily, I have Funny Face to tide me over until then. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmaffpKAYcw won't embed, but it is totally worth it. Wish I could get the "avant garde" number Kay Thompson and Fred Astaire do in the philosopher's loft...but we can't have EVERYTHING we want, now can we?

Tales of Freelance Writing (I am so boring)

It's been very windy the last two days. Like, bonkers windy. Like, purple skies, "STORMS A-BREWIN'" windy. Luckily, we don't really have twisters here, so despite the large and small bits of palm trees littering the streets and wreaking havoc on my daily commute to the...I don't commute anywhere, to the fuckin' smoothie shop or whatever...there's no real damage or anything.

But it was still a strange day. First I found a squirrel corpse in the yard. He wasn't roughed up, so I'm pretty sure my cat didn't wrestle him into submission. I think he blew out of the tree. It's possible. After some debate (with my cat) I wrapped him (the squirrel) in some plastic bags and tossed the little guy in the trash.

Later, as leaves and things blew in through the windows, the lights went out. My first thought: "Now is when the zombies come."

My second: "Squirrel zombies."

I made a quick exit.

I saw Paranormal Activity with Soph, which was scary, sure, but not as scary as coming home to a house with no lights and a boyfriend who thinks it's funny when I shriek in ABJECT TERROR at his saying, "Boo." Seriously. I'm so lame.

Anyway, in the car, I heard a review, complete with a few tracks, of Bob Dylan's Christmas album. Now that's terrifying.



SERIOUSLY HAVE YOU HEARD THIS? I HOPE HE KNOWS HE'S JOKING, THAT'S ALL I GOTTA SAY.

I have been watching wrestling with my boyfriend.

Shit is serious.



(Actually, that happened in a WCW match. CHECK YOUR FACTS, y'all. Check 'em.)

Starting previews of "Love in Bloom," a new musical by Evelyn Rudie, at the Santa Monica Playhouse this weekend. I play Lady Merrymount - pun intended - and, within the first 8 minutes, "orgasm" on a vurry high note. Shit is serious.

Last day of work.

I wish this had happened:

"Young woman to friend: And I was getting so fucking mad at my boss, so I reached into my bag and pulled out the emergency extra strength maxi-pad I always carry, and walked into his office and threw it at his face. And he looks at me calmly, picks it up, opens it up and sticks it to his desk, and then takes his bottle of water and starts pouring it onto the pad. So I scream, “what the fuck are you doing?” and he looks at me and says, “I want to see if the commercials are true."

But it didn't. ANYWAY I DON'T WORK HERE ANYMORE SUCK MY DICK!

What a very sorry state of affairs

Officially joining AFTRA in about 45 minutes.

Quitting my job in t-minus 7 days.

Thank jeebus. Here's to the pendulum swinging the other way.

Hello, 23, how are you? I'm just fine.

And away we go...

I work in a really dumb office.

It makes me pine for more internet.

But I can only use it very illicitly.

Only recently got internet in the house again.

I will use it there, not so illicitly.

It is entirely possible that real estate agents are the worst people on earth. More on this later.

Good day, all.

yep yep yep

Haven't written anything in a while. I am a lump...a waste of space...eh. Now that I've tried being a telephone solicitor (don't worry, I'm quitting tomorrow), my next project is to find a way to do something USEFUL with myself.