And the ability to watch it due to highspeed internet.
Check this one out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pv5zWaTEVkI
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
why do you kids never blog anymore?
http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox/sunshine/trailera/
good? bad? thoughts? random rose byrne-ness, plus cool soundtrack and cillian murphy. I looooove him. loooooove him.
good? bad? thoughts? random rose byrne-ness, plus cool soundtrack and cillian murphy. I looooove him. loooooove him.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
My life is being reduced to defamer stories...
http://defamer.com/hollywood/agents/benevolent-caa-masters-refrain-from-pressing-desk-slaves-into-cater-waiter-duty-231300.php
again, not so skilled with the adding of images or I would have put one of the death star that is my office. unfort for me the boss tells me "I don't want you leaving, stay here" as he wanders off to go chat wiht people. he wasn't in a very good mood today. but most assts were made ot leave...not that there were even that many clients there. whatever. lameness.
again, not so skilled with the adding of images or I would have put one of the death star that is my office. unfort for me the boss tells me "I don't want you leaving, stay here" as he wanders off to go chat wiht people. he wasn't in a very good mood today. but most assts were made ot leave...not that there were even that many clients there. whatever. lameness.
State of the Union Drinking Game
Courtesy of Wonkette....
Here are the Rules:
A “hit” (or “sip” for girls) is the basic unit of drinking of no offense to anybody.
A “shot” is the standard 1.5-ounce serving of hard liquor; If your shot glass has a line midway around it, this is the 1-ounce level. Go ahead and add another half ounce.
A “chug” is the act of consuming your entire beverage — usually beer — in a single terrible gulp.
“Valium” is the trademarked name for the now-generic prescription benzodiazepine derivative. Substitute any Rx downer in your medicine cabinet if Diazepam is not available.
A “rail” is two 1.5-inch-long lines of cocaine or methamphetamine. Get it, like a little railroad! But in these more innocent days, most people mean a single line when they say “rail.” We mean two lines.
If you don’t have a gun, keep a heavy cast-iron skillet and a box of rat poison near your television.
Let the games begin......
Take a hit when:
News anchor mumbles incoherently about “the speech of this president’s mmm bbl mmmm.”
“Political analyst” brings up any SOTU before Eisenhower.
Fat congressman bumps into camera, causing discernible wobble.
Fox cuts to Jim Webb looking crazy.
One booze hit, one bong hit if Bush:
Says “freedom loving people” and “Iraq” in same sentence.
Repeats same bullshit about oil dependence from last year.
Makes first malapropism.
Starts frantically blinking.
Do a shot when:
CNN cuts to Nancy Pelosi frowning or wagging her finger.
Fox anchor calls Obama “Osama.”
Abandoned CSPAN camera stays on closed door for 60 seconds or more.
Cheney gives his first curled-lip scowl.
Chug your beer or down your wine or do two shots when:
Audible boos regarding Iraq.
Audible boos regarding taxes on health care benefits.
Audible “fuck you!” from House side.
Fox cuts to Harry Reid playing pocket pool.
Pop two valiums and punch your roommate when:
Cheney clutches his chest and sags forward.
Do a rail and put on a Sabbath CD when:
Bush falsely claims God favors America in anything.
Demand heroin from your coke dealer and throw butcher knife at the cat:
Pelosi laughs when Bush talks about dead troops.
Three shots, two rails, shoot your TV and drive through neighbor’s living room:
Bush says state of the union is “wrong.”
Here are the Rules:
A “hit” (or “sip” for girls) is the basic unit of drinking of no offense to anybody.
A “shot” is the standard 1.5-ounce serving of hard liquor; If your shot glass has a line midway around it, this is the 1-ounce level. Go ahead and add another half ounce.
A “chug” is the act of consuming your entire beverage — usually beer — in a single terrible gulp.
“Valium” is the trademarked name for the now-generic prescription benzodiazepine derivative. Substitute any Rx downer in your medicine cabinet if Diazepam is not available.
A “rail” is two 1.5-inch-long lines of cocaine or methamphetamine. Get it, like a little railroad! But in these more innocent days, most people mean a single line when they say “rail.” We mean two lines.
If you don’t have a gun, keep a heavy cast-iron skillet and a box of rat poison near your television.
Let the games begin......
Take a hit when:
News anchor mumbles incoherently about “the speech of this president’s mmm bbl mmmm.”
“Political analyst” brings up any SOTU before Eisenhower.
Fat congressman bumps into camera, causing discernible wobble.
Fox cuts to Jim Webb looking crazy.
One booze hit, one bong hit if Bush:
Says “freedom loving people” and “Iraq” in same sentence.
Repeats same bullshit about oil dependence from last year.
Makes first malapropism.
Starts frantically blinking.
Do a shot when:
CNN cuts to Nancy Pelosi frowning or wagging her finger.
Fox anchor calls Obama “Osama.”
Abandoned CSPAN camera stays on closed door for 60 seconds or more.
Cheney gives his first curled-lip scowl.
Chug your beer or down your wine or do two shots when:
Audible boos regarding Iraq.
Audible boos regarding taxes on health care benefits.
Audible “fuck you!” from House side.
Fox cuts to Harry Reid playing pocket pool.
Pop two valiums and punch your roommate when:
Cheney clutches his chest and sags forward.
Do a rail and put on a Sabbath CD when:
Bush falsely claims God favors America in anything.
Demand heroin from your coke dealer and throw butcher knife at the cat:
Pelosi laughs when Bush talks about dead troops.
Three shots, two rails, shoot your TV and drive through neighbor’s living room:
Bush says state of the union is “wrong.”
Guess who will play liberace???
"Nicolas Cage has been confirmed as the favorite to play camp showman Liberace in a new movie musical. " From the IMDB. You can't make this stuff up......
silly charles
Just click on the little blue scenic tab and you can insert a picture. click on the tab that looks like a chainlink and you can insert a link.
And yes, greengrass appears to be george clooney's unfortunate twin....
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Is it just me...
...or does Paul Greengrass look like an ugly long-haired version of george clooney?
(cannot handle putting in a link or inserting picture...am not that talented...just check it out)
(cannot handle putting in a link or inserting picture...am not that talented...just check it out)
The Countdown Begins...
So tomorrow I am signing a year lease for the new apt! Is anyone else excited? I can move out of La Maison Terrible in a mere 7 days!!! And then freedom! No more of la pere's horrible smelling food, la mere's four-hour whinge-sessions, and no more weird sewer issues. Okay, so they won't go away, but at least I'll pretty much have to deal with it over the phone, and not always in person. And I'll have water pressure, and normal groceries, and roommates who aren't trying to kill each other even though they're married. And I'll be living in the great city of Boston. So now all I need to do is lose 20 pounds, write my first great novel and life will be perfect... Sorry, I'm having an odd surge of optimism right now. Better nip that in the bud, or it might ruin my reputation.
its 6am and I have been up for 40 minutes...
Damn early Oscar nominations. And stupid G didn't even get a freakin nomination. oh well. V weird best actor race. Confusing how Leo got nomination for Blood Diamond but not Departed. Guess its just to gurantee that he won't win. So good in the Departed. Can feel self getting obessed again. I would have made the boss put people in that movie, although I guess its kinda the perfect the way it was. Wonder when Departed is out on DVD so I can watch it another 10 times bringing my total to 13. Sigh. Such a perfect movie. Still, on Oscar day, I gotta be loyal and root for LMS.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Songs of America
So what did you miss by not attending la mere's concert? Well, let me tell you. A lot of American folk music. Such as "Ching-A-Ring-Chaw" and "Ring Ring the Banjo." The concert also included, "The Horticultural Wife" which featured a solo by our favorite mouselike man, emphatically bopping his head and singing lyrics like this:
"I am like a scarlet runner, that has lost its stick,
Or a cherry, that is left for the dickey birds to pick;
Like a watering pot, I'll weep, like a pavion, I'll sigh,
Like a mushroom, I'll wither, like a cucumber, I'll die."
Wish you were there to enjoy it with me.
"I am like a scarlet runner, that has lost its stick,
Or a cherry, that is left for the dickey birds to pick;
Like a watering pot, I'll weep, like a pavion, I'll sigh,
Like a mushroom, I'll wither, like a cucumber, I'll die."
Wish you were there to enjoy it with me.
They sure are crazy in New Hampshire....
PLAINFIELD, N.H. --Ed Brown's supporters prepared for a stand off with the government despite U.S. marshals' continued statements that they have no plans to attack.
Brown and his wife, Elaine, were found guilty of tax evasion on Thursday. She returned to her son's Massachusetts home to wait for sentencing on April 24. Ed Brown, meanwhile, holed up in his fortress-like home and skipped most of his federal tax trial.
"This situation is exploding so fast in this nation and internationally that the Illuminati around the world are becoming very aware," Brown told the Concord Monitor, referring to a secret society Brown believes has infiltrated the world's governments.
The Browns' case attracted the interest nationally, bringing anti-tax activists and armed supporters to the rural home this weekend.
Brown has repeatedly said he would rather die than submit to the federal government.
Brown and his wife, Elaine, were found guilty of tax evasion on Thursday. She returned to her son's Massachusetts home to wait for sentencing on April 24. Ed Brown, meanwhile, holed up in his fortress-like home and skipped most of his federal tax trial.
"This situation is exploding so fast in this nation and internationally that the Illuminati around the world are becoming very aware," Brown told the Concord Monitor, referring to a secret society Brown believes has infiltrated the world's governments.
The Browns' case attracted the interest nationally, bringing anti-tax activists and armed supporters to the rural home this weekend.
Brown has repeatedly said he would rather die than submit to the federal government.
Killing Jack Bauer doesn't make him dead, it just makes him angry
So at the behest of la mere, I watched all 4 new episodes of 24 this weekend. Have not seen the show since the first season. Kiefer Sutherland....so scary. Just as I found myself wondering, "Jack, how are you going to get yourself out of this one," he bit some guy's throat out. Wicked, over-the-top awesome. He also managed to make friends with a guy who was even scarier than himself (perfectly played by the sad-eyed liberal prince of Syriana). Though I was sad to see poor Kal Penn fall into the "brown man = terrorist" trap because isn't he some nice Hindu boy from Jersey? Charles, you've got to save him! I love Kiefer's voice. Absolutely addicted to the show now.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
One small silent tear
I'd still take Tom Brady over Peyton Manning any day. The effing Colts can't catch the ball, how the frick did they win???
Friday, January 19, 2007
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Even more shouting
http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/300/trailer2/large.html
This is trailer 2 for the 300.
ps. DC called me "luvie" today. highlight of the effing week. he is so freakin hot.
This is trailer 2 for the 300.
ps. DC called me "luvie" today. highlight of the effing week. he is so freakin hot.
The Death Star
As of today, CAA has relocated to its intimidating new Century City headquarters
http://defamer.com/hollywood/agents/caas-century-city-invasion-so-it-begins-229176.php
http://defamer.com/hollywood/agents/caas-century-city-invasion-so-it-begins-229176.php
The Uses of Enchantment
So I started reading this book (The Uses of Enchantment by Heidi Julavits) while I was in the bookstore and found it to be strangely compelling and oddly like something Esmee would write. (Feel free to disagree dear soeur). All drinking in graveyards and weird local history and wearing flannel nightgowns. Anyways, didn't finish so not sure if is actually good, but you guys should check it out and let me know what you think. Will try to finish it too.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
I was going to complain but...
Clearly I haven't the right. My d-d-dear Chaaarles, I'm terribly sorry. What is our luck with cars? Dodie's died outright, and now between the two of us, we've shelled out close to a thousand dollars in repairs over the past month. Sigh. One day we'll have nice cars that don't dramatically die at the very worst times possible.
Car troubles aside, my dear soeur, we have v. different daily problems. Yours involve driving to posh hotels to get tickets for hollywood power players, mine involve taking phone calls from agitated transvestites named "Frrraaancine" (imagine that with an accent like Chris Kattan's when he played Antonio Banderas on SNL). Frrrraaancine was looking for, how you say? oh yes, guides on how to dress like a woomaaannn. Including something with maybe instructions on how to tuck his penis. I calmly and collectedly let Francine know in the politest of terms that we had books on transgender studies, and books on general appearance and dressing, but nothing like he described specifically. (All the while in my head I could hear Jimmy Fallon yelling "too sexy! too sexy!") Was this a prank call? Probably. But I didn't want to take the chance and then get bitch slapped with a lawsuit by an angry tranny later on just in case it wasn't. Of course my patience was sorely tried when about an hour later a thirteen year old kid called looking for the Pamela Anderson/Tommy Lee video.
I do not get paid enough to deal with this shit.
Car troubles aside, my dear soeur, we have v. different daily problems. Yours involve driving to posh hotels to get tickets for hollywood power players, mine involve taking phone calls from agitated transvestites named "Frrraaancine" (imagine that with an accent like Chris Kattan's when he played Antonio Banderas on SNL). Frrrraaancine was looking for, how you say? oh yes, guides on how to dress like a woomaaannn. Including something with maybe instructions on how to tuck his penis. I calmly and collectedly let Francine know in the politest of terms that we had books on transgender studies, and books on general appearance and dressing, but nothing like he described specifically. (All the while in my head I could hear Jimmy Fallon yelling "too sexy! too sexy!") Was this a prank call? Probably. But I didn't want to take the chance and then get bitch slapped with a lawsuit by an angry tranny later on just in case it wasn't. Of course my patience was sorely tried when about an hour later a thirteen year old kid called looking for the Pamela Anderson/Tommy Lee video.
I do not get paid enough to deal with this shit.
Monday, January 15, 2007
The Golden Globes are out to get me
While its just a kinda lame awards show to most people, I now most passionately HATE the Golden Globes and suspect that they are out to get me. Ordeal number 1: the ticket. Getting this was a nightmare. It involved many many calls to a poor fellow named Fernando, who explained that he could not release a ticket because someone at the table didn't say they were bringing a guest and therefore it messed up the whole seating arrangement and they might have to drop someone from the table. This goes on for all of Saturday and Sunday morning. Finally late in the day on Sunday I get a call saying the ticket is ready and can they pls messenger it to me as it is very late and the messengers are about to go out. Now, I have been saying for a week that I need to pick up the ticket myself as I do not trust messengers and want to make sure its correct. But its late sunday and am tired from all the stress that I agree to have it messengered to my apt and the girl swears up and down that it will get to me by ten. I make her promise that to write my phone number all over the envelope and that they will be instructed to call me when they get here as I will be up and waiting. I wait and wait and nothing. Christina and I watch endless episodes of South Park waiting for the phone or doorbell to ring. By 11:30, i begin to get suspicious that they are in fact not going to deliver it tonight and curse myself for not having demanded to go pick it up all the way across town at Paramount myself. In one last desperate hope, I sit outside in the cold (yes, its cold in LA, it was 41 degrees yesterday) and chain smoke 4 cigarettes (will quit again soon when less stressed) until my fingers are finally so freezing that I can't take it and admit to myself that that lexus driving up the street probably isn't the messenger on his way to me. After a restless night of little sleep I wake up bright and early trying to distract myself until its a reasonable hour to call Fernando (my bff by now). As I am making a cup of tea, the doorbell rings. Hooray! the messenger is finally here! He was very nice but could offer no explanation as to why no one called me last night despite my number being all over the envelope and told me that "it wasn't safe to leave" so they didn't deliver it. I check the envelope to make sure that no one has absconded with the precious ticket.
I call the boss to inform him of the joyous news that I would be over shortly to drop it off. He is naturally v pleased to hear that this finally got settled despite all the drama his client had caused. Nevermind that its barely 9am on his 24th wedding anniversary, perfectly natural to have your assistant come by, right? Then, as I am getting ready to make the trip up to Brentwood, my phone rings. The boss, naturally, as who else would be calling me so early on a holiday morning. My peers all being asleep after a long night of drinking (or fretting over tickets, etc.). He wants me to please call the British agent who is in town to let her know all the viewing party details. Uh, ok, I say (in head cringing at the thought of what even a short call will cost to her stupid UK cell phone). Not a problem. Except when I call my friend Fernando he only has her on the post party, not the viewing party. "But but but," I sputter, "this is what I called you about on Thursday, you said it was all set. I got approval!!" He begrudingly agrees to call someone else to see if I am in fact in the right and her name is supposed to be on this list.
I make my way to Brentwood, nervously trying to figure out what the fuck to do if this doesn't work out since I already told the boss that it was taken care of. As I near the house, Brit-bitch calls me. I explain that I "left a message" and that I should hear back shortly but that everyone was very crazy today and I would call her soon. (there goes 20 dollars). At the house, he is still in his pjs (not a new sight sadly), and invites me in. We then proceed to share how we've each been dealing with drama all weekend and neither of us has had any time to relax on our supposed long weekend. He apparently was up until 1am negotiating a deal for our dear long out of work actress amazingly. While we are commiserating, of course my phone rings. Its Maria assistant to one of the most insane directors in town (example, he has a dead stuffed cat in his office). "He's still confirmed for the meeting but can we change the location to Toscana?" "Can we change the location to Toscana?" I loudly repeat for the boss' benefit. "No, no, no" he loudly mouths at me. I fly into action explaining about the fragile nature of actor's schedules and how they can be thrown off by even such a small change, eventually getting her to agree to keep the meeting as is. As I am driving away, I notice in my rearview mirror that there is still a small amount of dried blood visible on my nose from the bloody nose I had this morning. Great, I look like a hollywood cliche assistant who does coke. Just super.
At home, i need more distraction (besides the chocolate croissant I picked up while getting more health bars for the office). To this end, i attempt to watch the Demetri Martin comedy special that we've tivo'ed. Let us pause for a moment to marvel over how insanely funny and smart he is. Looooove him, and would say should sign him if he wasn't already a client of the company. Example of how funny: classification of clowns, % of types of people who drive hummers and other such humorous charts. Think he is brilliant. Like the next Steve carrell or Will Ferrell only calmer. Really, trust me on this one.
Finally I get a call back from Fernando who confesses that he hadn't been told and that I was right and S is in fact on the list for the viewing party and could I come right now to Paramount to pick up the tickets and parking pass for her? Well, its a holiday and she needs the tickets now and I certainly now, more than ever don't trust messengers so of course I go. Delighted that this whole ordeal is almsot finally over, I just need to get from Westwood (ie west of the golden globes) to Paramount and somehow make it past where the road is closed off. Hideous. As I creep along in traffic my breaks are making a hideous schreeching noise. Not good, I mentally note. I call Erin to tell her the good news of having sucessfully gotten everyone the tickets that they needed and she informs me she successfully bought a client a birthday day gift on time. we are interrupted by a call from a restricted number. I switch over. "Hey its Melissa, I left a message for Jen but haven't heard back from her so I thought I would call you" Of course Jen would decide to just not call back a client's assistant. God forbid she do any work on the weekend. Bitch. Melissa then explains that she needs to get 4 people in the company party tonight and can I help her? UGH. I explain that I am driving and cannot in fact help her at this very second and to please try Jen again.
Finally make it to the lot and after a small amount of confusion of which door to enter, I make it to marketing and pick up S's tickets. As I am walking out the door I notice its just for the post party and need ot go back and get the other tickets. Finally, armed with all the tickets I could ever need, I head out up to Hollywood and give good old S yet another call. "Well, can't we get a courrier to drop it off? I wouldn't want you to go to any trouble" she tells me innocently. Um, well, I did just have to go pick them up and arranging a messenger would be a lot more trouble than its worth at this point. I inform her that I will just drop them off at her hotel and let her know that I got her both kinds of parking passes in case she arrives in a town car or other kind of car. Next up, I call Jen to check on her ability to get a client and 3 guests onto our party list. She sighs in a big way when she answers and when I ask whats wrong she informs me "Well, I'm just trying to figure out this party thing." As if she has had to do anything else this weekend. I tell her who to call and then to call me back. Two minutes later she calls me to say its all set. If only everything I have been dealing with was that easy.
I arrive at the hotel breaks still shrieking and park in a very illegal spot but am pleased to note my fav actor driving off. Not in a "oh I just saw one of my favorite actors in the world" sort of way but more of a "oh, he seems to be leaving on time for the next meeting I set him with mr. crazypantsdirector" sort of way. I leave the tickets in the capable hands of the concierge who gives me a snooty glance. Back in my car, the engine doesn't turn over. Horrified, I turn the key again. It starts to turn and fails. My stomach sinks. I am parked illegally on a hill outside a posh hollywood hotel. I call my boss to let him know the happy outcome of the tickets and the horror that my car won't start. He concludes that it must be the battery and asks if I have AAA. He also reverts to calling me sweetiepie which he does when he knows I am stressed out and working way too hard (its sweetie when he is annoyed and sweetiepie when he happy with...was called sweetiepie several times this weekend). Eventually while on the phone with him the engine turns over and I reassure him that I will head straight to a garage to get it dealt with.
I cautiously drive back down the hill cringing at the noise my car is making. and then it dawns on me. on top of everything else, I cannot go to the garage I normally go to because its right next to the damn Beverly Hilton and the stupid street is closed for the goddamn golden globes. Sniffling now out of self-pity, I drive like a granny back down little santa monica blvd until i find a place close enough to walk home from. I drop the car off and head home to take nap. The repair guy eventually calls me to let me know that both my battery is dead and I need new breakpads and this will cost me close to $400. Still, i don't need a new car so am actually kinda pleased with the outcome. I'm just not sure I can stomach watching the awards show that tried to ruin my life.
I call the boss to inform him of the joyous news that I would be over shortly to drop it off. He is naturally v pleased to hear that this finally got settled despite all the drama his client had caused. Nevermind that its barely 9am on his 24th wedding anniversary, perfectly natural to have your assistant come by, right? Then, as I am getting ready to make the trip up to Brentwood, my phone rings. The boss, naturally, as who else would be calling me so early on a holiday morning. My peers all being asleep after a long night of drinking (or fretting over tickets, etc.). He wants me to please call the British agent who is in town to let her know all the viewing party details. Uh, ok, I say (in head cringing at the thought of what even a short call will cost to her stupid UK cell phone). Not a problem. Except when I call my friend Fernando he only has her on the post party, not the viewing party. "But but but," I sputter, "this is what I called you about on Thursday, you said it was all set. I got approval!!" He begrudingly agrees to call someone else to see if I am in fact in the right and her name is supposed to be on this list.
I make my way to Brentwood, nervously trying to figure out what the fuck to do if this doesn't work out since I already told the boss that it was taken care of. As I near the house, Brit-bitch calls me. I explain that I "left a message" and that I should hear back shortly but that everyone was very crazy today and I would call her soon. (there goes 20 dollars). At the house, he is still in his pjs (not a new sight sadly), and invites me in. We then proceed to share how we've each been dealing with drama all weekend and neither of us has had any time to relax on our supposed long weekend. He apparently was up until 1am negotiating a deal for our dear long out of work actress amazingly. While we are commiserating, of course my phone rings. Its Maria assistant to one of the most insane directors in town (example, he has a dead stuffed cat in his office). "He's still confirmed for the meeting but can we change the location to Toscana?" "Can we change the location to Toscana?" I loudly repeat for the boss' benefit. "No, no, no" he loudly mouths at me. I fly into action explaining about the fragile nature of actor's schedules and how they can be thrown off by even such a small change, eventually getting her to agree to keep the meeting as is. As I am driving away, I notice in my rearview mirror that there is still a small amount of dried blood visible on my nose from the bloody nose I had this morning. Great, I look like a hollywood cliche assistant who does coke. Just super.
At home, i need more distraction (besides the chocolate croissant I picked up while getting more health bars for the office). To this end, i attempt to watch the Demetri Martin comedy special that we've tivo'ed. Let us pause for a moment to marvel over how insanely funny and smart he is. Looooove him, and would say should sign him if he wasn't already a client of the company. Example of how funny: classification of clowns, % of types of people who drive hummers and other such humorous charts. Think he is brilliant. Like the next Steve carrell or Will Ferrell only calmer. Really, trust me on this one.
Finally I get a call back from Fernando who confesses that he hadn't been told and that I was right and S is in fact on the list for the viewing party and could I come right now to Paramount to pick up the tickets and parking pass for her? Well, its a holiday and she needs the tickets now and I certainly now, more than ever don't trust messengers so of course I go. Delighted that this whole ordeal is almsot finally over, I just need to get from Westwood (ie west of the golden globes) to Paramount and somehow make it past where the road is closed off. Hideous. As I creep along in traffic my breaks are making a hideous schreeching noise. Not good, I mentally note. I call Erin to tell her the good news of having sucessfully gotten everyone the tickets that they needed and she informs me she successfully bought a client a birthday day gift on time. we are interrupted by a call from a restricted number. I switch over. "Hey its Melissa, I left a message for Jen but haven't heard back from her so I thought I would call you" Of course Jen would decide to just not call back a client's assistant. God forbid she do any work on the weekend. Bitch. Melissa then explains that she needs to get 4 people in the company party tonight and can I help her? UGH. I explain that I am driving and cannot in fact help her at this very second and to please try Jen again.
Finally make it to the lot and after a small amount of confusion of which door to enter, I make it to marketing and pick up S's tickets. As I am walking out the door I notice its just for the post party and need ot go back and get the other tickets. Finally, armed with all the tickets I could ever need, I head out up to Hollywood and give good old S yet another call. "Well, can't we get a courrier to drop it off? I wouldn't want you to go to any trouble" she tells me innocently. Um, well, I did just have to go pick them up and arranging a messenger would be a lot more trouble than its worth at this point. I inform her that I will just drop them off at her hotel and let her know that I got her both kinds of parking passes in case she arrives in a town car or other kind of car. Next up, I call Jen to check on her ability to get a client and 3 guests onto our party list. She sighs in a big way when she answers and when I ask whats wrong she informs me "Well, I'm just trying to figure out this party thing." As if she has had to do anything else this weekend. I tell her who to call and then to call me back. Two minutes later she calls me to say its all set. If only everything I have been dealing with was that easy.
I arrive at the hotel breaks still shrieking and park in a very illegal spot but am pleased to note my fav actor driving off. Not in a "oh I just saw one of my favorite actors in the world" sort of way but more of a "oh, he seems to be leaving on time for the next meeting I set him with mr. crazypantsdirector" sort of way. I leave the tickets in the capable hands of the concierge who gives me a snooty glance. Back in my car, the engine doesn't turn over. Horrified, I turn the key again. It starts to turn and fails. My stomach sinks. I am parked illegally on a hill outside a posh hollywood hotel. I call my boss to let him know the happy outcome of the tickets and the horror that my car won't start. He concludes that it must be the battery and asks if I have AAA. He also reverts to calling me sweetiepie which he does when he knows I am stressed out and working way too hard (its sweetie when he is annoyed and sweetiepie when he happy with...was called sweetiepie several times this weekend). Eventually while on the phone with him the engine turns over and I reassure him that I will head straight to a garage to get it dealt with.
I cautiously drive back down the hill cringing at the noise my car is making. and then it dawns on me. on top of everything else, I cannot go to the garage I normally go to because its right next to the damn Beverly Hilton and the stupid street is closed for the goddamn golden globes. Sniffling now out of self-pity, I drive like a granny back down little santa monica blvd until i find a place close enough to walk home from. I drop the car off and head home to take nap. The repair guy eventually calls me to let me know that both my battery is dead and I need new breakpads and this will cost me close to $400. Still, i don't need a new car so am actually kinda pleased with the outcome. I'm just not sure I can stomach watching the awards show that tried to ruin my life.
Poor poor little Buttercup
Went to go see The Good Shepherd. Absolute dullsville. Unnecessarily confusing timeline and down right bizarre at times. (E.g. DeNiro's commentary on diabetes and amputations...) Only part of the movie worth seeing is when Matt Damon sings 'Poor little Buttercup' while in drag.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Not quite good as the mouse one....
Somehow I just find stories about people who set fire to stupid things and then accidentally burn their houses down funny. i know its horrible, but really, if you are that fucking stupid you deserve what you get.
Man Trying to Kill Bees Sets Home Ablaze
AP
CAPE CORAL, Fla. (Jan. 11) - A man who tried to keep bees off his property accidentally set fire to his house instead, causing at least $500 damage.
Franklyn Pigott Jr. set his home ablaze Wednesday while attempting to destroy a nest of bees that had formed outside the home, the Fort Myers News-Press reported Thursday.
When Pigott, 38, mixed a product called Real Kill Indoor Fogger with WD-40, it became a "flame-thrower" and melted the home's vinyl siding, according to a police incident report.
Man Trying to Kill Bees Sets Home Ablaze
AP
CAPE CORAL, Fla. (Jan. 11) - A man who tried to keep bees off his property accidentally set fire to his house instead, causing at least $500 damage.
Franklyn Pigott Jr. set his home ablaze Wednesday while attempting to destroy a nest of bees that had formed outside the home, the Fort Myers News-Press reported Thursday.
When Pigott, 38, mixed a product called Real Kill Indoor Fogger with WD-40, it became a "flame-thrower" and melted the home's vinyl siding, according to a police incident report.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Astride a motorcycle of hellfire...
My flight to DC was inevitably delayed so I had ample time to read both The Economist and Elle from cover to cover. Best quote ever from Elle's calendar: 'I always knew Nicolas Cage would someday end up as a demon with a flaming skull astride a motorcycle of hellfire. I just didn't think it would be in a movie. Ghost Rider is out later this month.'
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Why are Brits so much funnier?
My boss lent me this BBC series called Black Books, and it's the funniest effing thing I've ever seen. It's about a smoking, drinking, evil-tempered small bookstore owner. An example of the brilliance: If he wants to close shop early he uses a megaphone and a broom to usher his customers out the door.
very shouty indeed
The 300 kinda looks like a dream (albeit a rather scary one). I like the description of it being very shouty. I dunno where all the excitment is coming from. The director Zach Snyder is doing The Watchmen next, which my pal Alex Tse wrote the most recent draft of. Watchmen will be terrific. It used to be confusing and kinda suck and then Alex rewrote it and now its amazing.
when I saw the title of the James Joyce post, I was soooo excited. I totally remember that poem. Funniest thing ever. Love it.
when I saw the title of the James Joyce post, I was soooo excited. I totally remember that poem. Funniest thing ever. Love it.
I'd rather throw dead batteries at cows than read him
So I was walking along and suddenly remembered this poem about James Joyce. So excited to find it on the web! And the video. Watch it!
James Joyce
He was stupid
He didn't know as much as me
I'd rather throw dead batteries at cows than read him
Everything was going fine before he came along
He started the Civil War
He tried to get the French involved, but they wouldn't listen
They filled him up with desserts
He talked about all the great boxers that came from Ireland
Like he trained them or something
Then he started reading some of his stuff
Right as we told him to get lost
He brought up the potato famine
We said "Your potatoes are plenty good"
"Deal with it"
"Work it out somehow"
Then he said "America must adopt the metric system,it's much more logical"
We said "No ! We like our rulers, go away"
Thomas Jefferson said you always get the rulers you deserve
James Joyce
He was stupid
He didn't know as much as me
I'd rather throw dead batteries at cows than read him
Everything was going fine before he came along
He started the Civil War
He tried to get the French involved, but they wouldn't listen
They filled him up with desserts
He talked about all the great boxers that came from Ireland
Like he trained them or something
Then he started reading some of his stuff
Right as we told him to get lost
He brought up the potato famine
We said "Your potatoes are plenty good"
"Deal with it"
"Work it out somehow"
Then he said "America must adopt the metric system,it's much more logical"
We said "No ! We like our rulers, go away"
Thomas Jefferson said you always get the rulers you deserve
"Very shouty"
What's with all the excitement about The 300? I've seen the preview and thought it was great visually (sorta sin city to the next level), but agree with one reviewer that it is "very shouty." Soon, everyone will be clamoring for The Avatar as the next CG/graphic amazement.....(by the by, an avatar has something to do with Hinduism and incarnation and there seem to be a lot of them)
Monday, January 8, 2007
appear to have been working in my sleep again
I just read this on Empire:
"The list of nominees for The BAFTA Orange Rising Star Award was announced today. Empire were live at the scene as 2006 winner James McAvoy read out the lucky five performers:
Naomie Harris, seen shining recently in Pirates Of The Caribbean 2, Miami Vice and A Cock And Bull Story.
Emily Blunt, who you'll recognise as one of the highlights of The Devil Wears Prada, Irresistible, and who gave a terrific performance in My Summer Of Love.
Cillian Murphy, who was the lead in 2006's Palm D'or winner The Wind That Shakes The Barley within a year of playing a cross-dresser in Breakfast On Pluto, a nutter in Red Eye and a super-villain in Batman Begins.
Eva Green made one of the best ever Bond girls in Casino Royale, capitalising on great work in Kingdom Of Heaven.
Ben Wishaw is currently making a huge impact with the recently released Perfume: The Story Of A Murderer, but you may also recognise him from his turn as Keith Richards in Stoned."
Um, gee, who else might have chosen those people? Plus James McAvoy? I am prety sure I was his first fan. I actually remember looking him up after seeing White Teeth and thinking "gee, I should keep an eye on this guy" even though he was all totally dorky in the film. Oh and I remembered what Cillian Murphy was in and why I like him, 28 Days Later and Intermission (think thats what its called but am a little tired).
I want you both to begin getting excited for ATONEMENT. It will be amazing. I promise you. Get excited now.
xo
"The list of nominees for The BAFTA Orange Rising Star Award was announced today. Empire were live at the scene as 2006 winner James McAvoy read out the lucky five performers:
Naomie Harris, seen shining recently in Pirates Of The Caribbean 2, Miami Vice and A Cock And Bull Story.
Emily Blunt, who you'll recognise as one of the highlights of The Devil Wears Prada, Irresistible, and who gave a terrific performance in My Summer Of Love.
Cillian Murphy, who was the lead in 2006's Palm D'or winner The Wind That Shakes The Barley within a year of playing a cross-dresser in Breakfast On Pluto, a nutter in Red Eye and a super-villain in Batman Begins.
Eva Green made one of the best ever Bond girls in Casino Royale, capitalising on great work in Kingdom Of Heaven.
Ben Wishaw is currently making a huge impact with the recently released Perfume: The Story Of A Murderer, but you may also recognise him from his turn as Keith Richards in Stoned."
Um, gee, who else might have chosen those people? Plus James McAvoy? I am prety sure I was his first fan. I actually remember looking him up after seeing White Teeth and thinking "gee, I should keep an eye on this guy" even though he was all totally dorky in the film. Oh and I remembered what Cillian Murphy was in and why I like him, 28 Days Later and Intermission (think thats what its called but am a little tired).
I want you both to begin getting excited for ATONEMENT. It will be amazing. I promise you. Get excited now.
xo
Oh Those British Boys...
do you remember when I used to babble on about Orlando Bloom and you were like "Who is Orlando Bloom?" and then you were like "He looks stupid as Legolas" and I tried to convince you that Pirates would do really well and you mocked me again? well, clearly we each have skills. mine involves picking what young actor will be hot next and yours is clearly finding obscure books that get made into BBC miniseries. I've never even heard of the book or miniseries...where do you find these things???
sometimes I forget if people know who certain actors are. like hugh dancy...do normal people know who he is? he's v pretty. I hope Jane Austen Book Club turns out well. I think it will anyways. I was at work until 9:30 tonight packing up the office and looking through old notepads (like from the late 90s and early 00s). fascinating stuff in my opinion. and now its 10:10pm and i am falling asleep even though I need to type up today's notes still.
sometimes I forget if people know who certain actors are. like hugh dancy...do normal people know who he is? he's v pretty. I hope Jane Austen Book Club turns out well. I think it will anyways. I was at work until 9:30 tonight packing up the office and looking through old notepads (like from the late 90s and early 00s). fascinating stuff in my opinion. and now its 10:10pm and i am falling asleep even though I need to type up today's notes still.
Already a BBC miniseries?
Here's the link to the BBC version of Alan Hollinghurst's A Line of Beauty as promised. The Nick Guest character appears to have some very froufy hair, even while swimming. Perhaps to make up for his friend's rapidly receding hairline. For Charles, here is a synopsis from Wikipedia.
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