APRES MOI LE DELUGE...
MEXICO, OH MEXICO...
Have you guys heard about the horrible flooding in the state of Tabasco in Mexico? It's horrible!!! The worst part? It's gotten like little to no coverage in American media. It's buried deep within CNN.com and LA Times.com. The best coverage I've been able to find has been on BBC.com which has kept tabs on the story for the entire week and for 48 hours straight made it their top story. What the fuck is wrong with us? If it ain't a fire in SoCal (which was to news 'round the world) or a writer's strike does it not make it worthy? This flood has left the state of Tabasco worse than New Orleans. Over 900,000 people are homeless. They have no water...no electricity... they are surrounded by disease-infested water, and they have a cold front moving in this weekend..yes, more fucking rain. Because lord knows, what they need now is more rain. I don't even know what to think. I look at the photos...I watch the videos...I read the first-person descriptions... as a species, we are completely self-centered. I don't wanna get all preachy, but we reap what we sow. We obviously have no respect for this planet...and so when the time comes for rejuvenation, we are easily placed with the rest of the dead rubble. Listen to me...I make no sense. I can't even think straight. I'm part of the problem. Fuck this...
REGINA SPEKTOR
Hallowe'en night, E. and I had tickets to see Regina Spektor at the Grove in Anaheim. I had originally planned to leave The Valley around 1:30pm, but talking with E., I kinda felt foolish for leaving so early. So I decided to postpone my departure time by an hour. Big. Fucking. Mistake. I ended up sitting in traffic for 3 and a half hours. Good fucking lord. I never went over 25mph the entire time. Still, I was a good sport about it. I didn't really notice how long it had been in part to not displaying the clock on my stereo's face. Also, I was catching up on episodes of This American Life. I felt bad though since E. was fretting over how long it was taking me and I never even heard the phone ring. When I finally noticed he had called I couldn't even tell him where I was. I hadn't moved and there were no signs within reading distance. Oy, indeed.
Anyway, I finally made it to H.B. with more time than to spare than we thought. We had a great dinner and then made our way to The Grove, appropriately located, as E. put it, across from my 2nd favorite place in the world - Angels Stadium. Ha! Very funny. More like least favorite place in the world. I spit on Angels Stadium. Ptff!!!!
The show was fantastic. I mean...really. And we had plenty of laughs at the expense of all the scantilly clad hallowe'en sluts. I, of course, wore my evil kitty kat ears...it just wouldn't be hallowe'en without them. And I impressed the parking guy dressed up in boy scout regallia with my "Order of the Arrow" knowledge.
So, this horrible guy "Only Son" opened for Regina. He was...nauseatingly horrible. He played 2 songs by himself and then played the rest to pre-recorded tracks on his iPod. A cute schtick the first 30 seconds...but I immediately became furious. I am a GINORMOUS fan of Live Music. I mean, seriously - I love hearing live versions of songs, buying live albums and dvds...I love the entire experience. Some of my fave albums are live albums. I am happiest when the live version of a song is poignantly different than the studio version. I feel a connection with artists when I see them live...it's a very organic experience. And yet, here was this douchebag defacing all that I love about the live medium with his fucking pre-recorded backing track. It was like KARAOKE!!!! I hate this guy. He insults me and all live musicians.
Regina was wonderful. It was funny, watching her, I felt like I was watching a bratty little girl playing for stuffy adults. Defiant, playful, totally into herself....she just owned the stage. She didn't respond to the many "I love you, Regina!!" yells from the crowd and whenever she clapped during the song, she almost always sped or slowed up the minute the audience joined in. It was hilarious. Only Son did redeem himself at the end with his beatboxing on "Hotel Song". Yeah..great fucking show.
On the way home we got a little disoriented. But, eventually we found our way back to E.'s pad. E. totally called me being too tired to drive home. I ended up crashing at his place and left early morning. Sure, I was yawning up a storm but I truly didn't realize how tired I was till my head hit that pillow. Zonk!!!!
HEY! YOU'RE AN ACTOR! Sightings
Natasha Henstridge (Species, yo)
Liza Weil (Gilmore Girls)
Michael Mitchell (Veronica Mars)
Okay...I saw Natasha at the Peet's in Westwood when I worked my crazy double shift on Thursday. She actually gave a fake name (unlike the celebs in my store who give their real names). I made her americano and handed it to her perfect hands. Yes..this woman is perfect - more so in person. I didn't even think it possible. Good lord.
Liza Weil - Eeeeeee!!!! I totally saw Liza a.k.a. Paris Gellar (yes E. - the crazy blonde who will not shut up) yesterday while eating my breakfast bagel. She was sitting right outside the bagel shop with a baby in the carriage (hers? Did her and the perfect Agent Kellerman spawn more perfect cuteness?) Anyway...I found a co-worker who loves Gilmore Girls and she and I freaked out together. :) What can I say....I love her.
Michael Mitchell - I was only able to point this guy out since I'm finally watching season 3 of VM on dvd. What can I say...he looks just as gooberish in person as he did on the small screen. Yeah...this is the guy who played the rat-hoarding enviro-hippy boyfriend to Mac on the show. Blech.
I've been sleeping a lot this week. I think I kinda took a vacation from life. I've neglected all my responsibilities and just...kind of...ran away. Haven't really been answering my phone, and have almost shut down my defense mechanisms. To avoid any real damage, I've just slept. Hmmm...crazy. Anyway, I'm back. And it's soooooo on.
Oh yeah...it's Daylight Saving Time...FINALLY!!!! I've been so out of sorts this week. Maybe that's why I went on vacation. I kind of feel like this was the week that didn't exist...like, I've been in sitting in suspended animation just waiting to turn the clock back and then THEN I can begin the second half of the year. Weird...I know. But, I'm time-obsessed...so it actually isn't as weird as you'd think.
Anyway...turn your clocks back before you go to bed...or before you go out... you know what I mean.
Ignorance can Suck It!
Have you guys heard about the horrible flooding in the state of Tabasco in Mexico? It's horrible!!! The worst part? It's gotten like little to no coverage in American media. It's buried deep within CNN.com and LA Times.com. The best coverage I've been able to find has been on BBC.com which has kept tabs on the story for the entire week and for 48 hours straight made it their top story. What the fuck is wrong with us? If it ain't a fire in SoCal (which was to news 'round the world) or a writer's strike does it not make it worthy? This flood has left the state of Tabasco worse than New Orleans. Over 900,000 people are homeless. They have no water...no electricity... they are surrounded by disease-infested water, and they have a cold front moving in this weekend..yes, more fucking rain. Because lord knows, what they need now is more rain. I don't even know what to think. I look at the photos...I watch the videos...I read the first-person descriptions... as a species, we are completely self-centered. I don't wanna get all preachy, but we reap what we sow. We obviously have no respect for this planet...and so when the time comes for rejuvenation, we are easily placed with the rest of the dead rubble. Listen to me...I make no sense. I can't even think straight. I'm part of the problem. Fuck this...
REGINA SPEKTOR
Hallowe'en night, E. and I had tickets to see Regina Spektor at the Grove in Anaheim. I had originally planned to leave The Valley around 1:30pm, but talking with E., I kinda felt foolish for leaving so early. So I decided to postpone my departure time by an hour. Big. Fucking. Mistake. I ended up sitting in traffic for 3 and a half hours. Good fucking lord. I never went over 25mph the entire time. Still, I was a good sport about it. I didn't really notice how long it had been in part to not displaying the clock on my stereo's face. Also, I was catching up on episodes of This American Life. I felt bad though since E. was fretting over how long it was taking me and I never even heard the phone ring. When I finally noticed he had called I couldn't even tell him where I was. I hadn't moved and there were no signs within reading distance. Oy, indeed.
Anyway, I finally made it to H.B. with more time than to spare than we thought. We had a great dinner and then made our way to The Grove, appropriately located, as E. put it, across from my 2nd favorite place in the world - Angels Stadium. Ha! Very funny. More like least favorite place in the world. I spit on Angels Stadium. Ptff!!!!
The show was fantastic. I mean...really. And we had plenty of laughs at the expense of all the scantilly clad hallowe'en sluts. I, of course, wore my evil kitty kat ears...it just wouldn't be hallowe'en without them. And I impressed the parking guy dressed up in boy scout regallia with my "Order of the Arrow" knowledge.
So, this horrible guy "Only Son" opened for Regina. He was...nauseatingly horrible. He played 2 songs by himself and then played the rest to pre-recorded tracks on his iPod. A cute schtick the first 30 seconds...but I immediately became furious. I am a GINORMOUS fan of Live Music. I mean, seriously - I love hearing live versions of songs, buying live albums and dvds...I love the entire experience. Some of my fave albums are live albums. I am happiest when the live version of a song is poignantly different than the studio version. I feel a connection with artists when I see them live...it's a very organic experience. And yet, here was this douchebag defacing all that I love about the live medium with his fucking pre-recorded backing track. It was like KARAOKE!!!! I hate this guy. He insults me and all live musicians.
Regina was wonderful. It was funny, watching her, I felt like I was watching a bratty little girl playing for stuffy adults. Defiant, playful, totally into herself....she just owned the stage. She didn't respond to the many "I love you, Regina!!" yells from the crowd and whenever she clapped during the song, she almost always sped or slowed up the minute the audience joined in. It was hilarious. Only Son did redeem himself at the end with his beatboxing on "Hotel Song". Yeah..great fucking show.
On the way home we got a little disoriented. But, eventually we found our way back to E.'s pad. E. totally called me being too tired to drive home. I ended up crashing at his place and left early morning. Sure, I was yawning up a storm but I truly didn't realize how tired I was till my head hit that pillow. Zonk!!!!
HEY! YOU'RE AN ACTOR! Sightings
Natasha Henstridge (Species, yo)
Liza Weil (Gilmore Girls)
Michael Mitchell (Veronica Mars)
Okay...I saw Natasha at the Peet's in Westwood when I worked my crazy double shift on Thursday. She actually gave a fake name (unlike the celebs in my store who give their real names). I made her americano and handed it to her perfect hands. Yes..this woman is perfect - more so in person. I didn't even think it possible. Good lord.
Liza Weil - Eeeeeee!!!! I totally saw Liza a.k.a. Paris Gellar (yes E. - the crazy blonde who will not shut up) yesterday while eating my breakfast bagel. She was sitting right outside the bagel shop with a baby in the carriage (hers? Did her and the perfect Agent Kellerman spawn more perfect cuteness?) Anyway...I found a co-worker who loves Gilmore Girls and she and I freaked out together. :) What can I say....I love her.
Michael Mitchell - I was only able to point this guy out since I'm finally watching season 3 of VM on dvd. What can I say...he looks just as gooberish in person as he did on the small screen. Yeah...this is the guy who played the rat-hoarding enviro-hippy boyfriend to Mac on the show. Blech.
I've been sleeping a lot this week. I think I kinda took a vacation from life. I've neglected all my responsibilities and just...kind of...ran away. Haven't really been answering my phone, and have almost shut down my defense mechanisms. To avoid any real damage, I've just slept. Hmmm...crazy. Anyway, I'm back. And it's soooooo on.
Oh yeah...it's Daylight Saving Time...FINALLY!!!! I've been so out of sorts this week. Maybe that's why I went on vacation. I kind of feel like this was the week that didn't exist...like, I've been in sitting in suspended animation just waiting to turn the clock back and then THEN I can begin the second half of the year. Weird...I know. But, I'm time-obsessed...so it actually isn't as weird as you'd think.
Anyway...turn your clocks back before you go to bed...or before you go out... you know what I mean.
Ignorance can Suck It!