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My parents rock. March 26, 2009
During this recession, even for the ones who are living right at their means (aka me), it’s still pretty tough. So it comes as an emotional (and physical) relief that my parents are still around to help me out. Yes, I am 28 years old, and my parents still buy me groceries.
Now having a full cabinet of groceries has its drawbacks too…ok, no it doesn’t. The only drawback I had was that I couldn’t fit my I-talian breadsticks in the cabinet. So they reside in my oven basket.
Now my fridge is a whole ‘nother story. I have a mini-apartment-sized, bigger than a work fridge but smaller than a full fridge. And honestly, it has never been this full. Maybe the first time I moved in, and we realized that I would be the only one eating food, but seriously, it’s bustin’ at the seams. And for that, I am grateful.
So thank you, Mom and Dad, for feeding your daughter. Her stomach is very happy.
So with all this food, with fresh salad and chicken, tuna and eggs, meats and cheeses, all this variety, you know what I had for dinner tonight?
Cereal and s’mores.
xoxoxo
A boring day’s quandary. March 16, 2009
I have just spent the last half hour reading blogs from Google Reader with every intention of writing a witty yet blog of substance…and I’ve come up with zero. zilch. nothing interesting happened today. I bought a lamp. Very exciting. I went on an exceptionally long walk with Ollie today in the sun because it was 60 degrees. Which was awesome. Broke out the old USC sweatshirt. Actually brought my phone along this time and took pictures. And yes, I know it’s a picture of his butt, but he wouldn’t turn around, turns out Paduckah boy is a prima donna. So that was my interesting day. Taking Ollie for a walk, trying to take a picture of him in the sun with my phone, only to end up with a picture of his butt. He’s so my dog.
I'm too good for the camera. I stick my tail up at you.
And I know I should really start to learn this wordpress.org website setup thing…since I have a domain name and such, but I haven’t had the attention span lately. Blame the weather. I blame the weather. When you need something to blame, blame the weather (sounds like a song…)
And I have had many discussions lately about social media and how, at this very moment, not a lot of people around me know what’s going on or care. Hell, I have no idea what’s going on and I am supposed to be the geekiest chick in my realm. I have no idea why anyone would want to follow me on Twitter, because I am not that interesting. Sometimes I am, when the brilliance hits me, but usually, rather boring. I get if you’re a celebrity, and exploiting that celebrity, or you want to get more business, and you’re self-promoting…but for all us living day-by-day, doing the life, liberty and trying to keep a dollar thing, do you really want to know that at this exact moment I am scooping up dog poop from the sidewalk? Me thinks not.
But I get the need for social media, and the business I am working in right now does not (which is surprising, since I work for The Media). People want to feel connected 24/7. I get that. The world I live in from 9-5, however, does not. So how do you convince the naysayers to hop on the bandwagon? To start tweeting before it’s too late? To get a freaking facebook profile already?? One answer: you don’t. You learn everything you can about the “new medium” before anyone else, then sell yourself on the proverbial black market (aka ask for a raise) because you are so smart and knowledgeable and they cannot bear to lose an asset like you…..I can dream….but even I feel behind, and I just feel like if I don’t learn this stuff now, when it hits big, and becomes mainstream, and replaces email and the like, I better have my shit together. Otherwise I am going to be working for an 18 year old who pops gum in my face…which ironically is probably what I look like to my counterparts now. Oh, geez. The circle of social media is a bitch.
So I guess my non-exciting day has brought on this quandary: In the social media of life, does being connected 24/7 make us more connected or discombobulated? What I mean is, in a world where we are starting to define ourselves in 140 characters or less, does that make us more succinct or does it make us void of substance? Is creativity born in 140 characters, or is it lost in it?
Ollie’s giving me the evil “what the hell are you doing with that silver thing on your lap? I’m bored. Entertain me.” Touche.
Why did you make me come back here?! I wanna go back to the country!
The Facebook Status Quo January 23, 2009
Yesterday I was reading blogs and watching news reports on identity theft and thought, hmm…it’s been a while since I’ve googled myself to see what info is out there…so I googled, and in doing so, I found out that there was way too much information floating around cyberspace including addresses where I used to live in LA, phone numbers that I don’t remember giving out, and just way too much personal stuff. Granted, I am all for the transparency and love the Internet, but I just thought maybe, just maybe, I shouldn’t be sharing all the details of my life with the Internet. I’d leave the sharing to real life.
So I’m updating all my social networking sites, you know the ones, LinkedIn, MySpace, Facebook, and I decided that I didn’t really want to be defined by my relationship status. I mean, cool, if you are the one who checks up on past loves to see if they are married or not, and fine if you are a singleton who likes to tell people she is perpetually single and loathing it. I am neither one of these people, so I thought, what harm will it do deleting this…this minuet detail of my life (the most uninteresting part of my life, I might add)…well let me tell you! I must be one popular lady because the flurry of emails I received today was dumbfounding. People stopped me in the hall today at work to ask who I was dating, where’d we meet, what’s he like…I guess I was more popular in facebook life than I thought!
And it got me thinking…with so much transparency on the web and people knowing everything about everyone…where you can become a celebrity because of one You Tube video, where you can follow people around on Twitter 24/7…in a world that is increasingly knowing more about you than you know about yourself, and where you are judged on your current status… what’s left to learn about someone?
So if you are REALLY that interested in my life (you flatter me…I’m not even that interested in this part of my life!), here’s the facts:
Yes, I deleted my relationship status on facebook, and Yes, I am still single. Yes, most times I love this status…and Yes, sometimes I hate it. Yes, I eventually want to spend my life with someone, and Yes, I’ll probably want kids. But NO, I am not defined by my facebook relationship status. And neither should you be.
Jon Stewart makes me laugh. January 21, 2009
Cheney as Dr. Evil?! Clinton not on the guest list? Watch it, you’ll thank me.
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Now may be a great time to finally see Washington DC… January 20, 2009
“Choose Hope over fear…”
“…all are equal, all are free and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.”
Welcome home, Mr. President.
Now show us what we all believe you can do…
Stop making to-do lists January 17, 2009
I started making a to-do list for this weekend probably last weekend, around Sunday night, Monday afternoon. I knew I shouldn’t have done that, because now it is the weekend, and I am incapacitated with a stomach virus that refuses to let up. I knew that by Wednesday, my weekend was shot, but I kept adding to the to-do list anyway, stubborn enough to believe that if I willed it to go away, my stomach would cooperate. If I just kept popping tums and pepto, I’d be fine by the weekend. I even made plans with friends I hadn’t seen in a while, becuase I knew if I had plans, maybe my stomach would distract itself and I would be fine. I would be able to talk my stomach out of being sick.
Mind over matter my ass.
So as I sit here, incapacitated, able to eat, but not move, being bored with watching tv and even watching tv online, I started to make a to-do list for next weekend…and then my stomach reminded me to live in the moment…and to stop writing so many to-do lists when the only thing I should be doing is drinking water and laying down.
God, I hate being sick.
Obama on Check, Please! (psst, I do the promos for the show) January 6, 2009
In this 2001 “lost episode” of Check, Please!, then state senator Barack Obama reviewed Dixie Kitchen and Bait Shop in the Hyde Park neighborhood of Chicago. The full episode will air on January 16th at 8:00PM on WTTW.
My first chance at national recognition…I will make the upcoming promo for the episode of the year! Stay tuned…and don’t fast forward through my promos!
High School Never Ends When People Keep Showing Up On TV November 8, 2008
This week has been full of high school weirdness. As in, every where I look, I am running into people I knew from High school, or seeing them on tv, or hearing them on the radio. It’s just weird!
So I watch a lot of tv. Like a lot. An unhealthy amount that I justify by saying I work in TV. But anyway. So I am watching TV and I see Sam Witwer. This guy I went to high school with. Major player in the first season of Battlestar Gallactica. Then he appears on my favorite shows like NCIS, CSI and Bones as the same creepy character-type. He’s awesome. He’s always been awesome…first time I saw him act was in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest in high school, and even at 17, he was amazing. And you root for people like him to succeed. And he is. So that’s awesome.
Then I see Katie Cleary invade my CSI: NY. Sure she has one line. Sure I’ve seen her in Playboy, America’s Next Top Model Cycle 1, and that Verizon Wireless commercial where LC tells Brody he’s a pig for staring at Katie Cleary’s ass. But I was watching CSI:NY, and was like, wait, I know this girl. She went to my high school, and here she is, on the TV, in one of my favorite shows. So go her.
And then, just now, I was watching Gossip Girl, and this girl runs into the screen and kisses a boy and says her two lines, and I’m going…oh, my, god, I know this girl! It’s Christina Hogg, now going by Christina Hogue, who I was in high school musicals with. And again. It becomes, I went to high school with you, and here you are invading my Monday guilty pleasure that is Gossip Girl. So go you.
And before now, I would try to compare myself to them, and try to see who has become the most successful of all the people I went to high school with. This might have something to do with the fact that it will be 10 (!) years since high school next year, and I am always curious to see who ends up where in life. Like if the drama kids actually ended up as accountants or something. I would contemplate if I took the wrong road in life, if I should’ve stayed in LA and worked my ass off in film, and sold my soul to the Hollywood devil, would I be rich and famous with no soul in a Malibu condo…I would sit and compare my life and say, yeah, they made it to the TV, but I have an Emmy, yadda, yadda, yadda (btw, I did win an Emmy. Yay me). I would then usually feel bad for myself. Then put them down and say, whatever, at least I own a condo and have a steady paycheck with benefits…
But not now. I mean, sure, I think as humans we all want to be successful, and appreciated, and recognized now and again. But when I see these people that I went to high school with on screen, I can’t help but feel proud for them. Happy for them, even. Cause I know that’s its been 10 years since high school. I know that they have probably worked 10 hours bartending just to make the rent so they could audition for that role that just might be their break. I know they probably have cried a couple times from that business and contemplated if this is what they want to do for the rest of their lives. Who knows, maybe they are a lot stronger than most of us, and have never cared about anything else in the world, have never wanted to be anything else but actors in this world. And you know what, I am geniunely happy for them. Because now I have bragging rights when they are on screen. I get to say, “Hey, that’s so-and-so, I went to high school with them! How about that?” It might have taken them 10 years to be visible on national television, but I am sure that it is 10 years of blood, sweat and tears. Because each of these people, and every actor (who is a real actor) that I have ever met, has had the passion, the desire, the blood, the sweat and the tears to do what they love. To embody what they know. And they have that feeling that this is the one thing they were put on this earth to do. And how could I be bitter over that passion?
So to Sam Witwer, Katie Cleary, and Christina Hogue, I wish you much more success. I can’t wait to see you pop up in my shows again. And to Scott Burman, Andy Gersh and Kevin Miller…where are you?
And just today, I met a couple friends from high school for lunch in Evanston, and it was like we’d never left. In a good way. In the way that you walk into a restaurant where everyone knows your name, and you don’t have to explain yourself to anyone, and you can just sit and have a conversation and it doesnt matter that you haven’t seen these people in two or six years…it’s that kind of familiarity that I crave these days, and I can’t help but smile. So comfortable am I that I agreed to a Dublin trip in the near future with these two. So we will see what happens.
High School for me was fantastic. I didn’t know anyone the first day of freshman year, and I left knowing just about everyone. I was friends with everyone, I was that girl who everyone knew, I was the freaking homecoming junior attendant for god’s sake. But I feel like in high school, I had too much to prove, I put on too much of a facade, and no one really stopped to get to know the real me. Hell, did anyone know the real them in high school? The point of this rambling is to say that high school for me, has never gone away. I feel like the world is just one big high school. There will always be cliques. There will always be the Prom Queen, the Most Likely to Succeed, and the Loner. But no matter what, whether you went to it, loved it, or just plain loathed it, high school is one of those formative things that never seems to leave your life. At least for me.
I love how seeing people from high school on TV catapultes me to a time I thought I had it all figured out. Sometimes we learn so much from the past. Sometimes we learn that we have learned nothing at all. And sometimes, the past brings us one step closer to a future trip to Dublin.
