Showing posts with label i am a dork. Show all posts
Showing posts with label i am a dork. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

I HAVE NO WORDS.

Well, that's an all out lie, but still.



As I was saying, the subject line is a lie. I most certainly do have words, but after reading this fantastic review this morning, I'm mincing mine. Side note? I love any article that uses the word "fussy." It's one of my favorites.

It's not like anyone who doesn't live under a rock didn't know this was coming, given that CBS spoiled it in the episode's promo, but hoo boy was it even better than I anticipated. It was gorgeously shot, the elevator doors didn't look hokey like they did in the promo, and I actually didn't hate the song. I don't know if it was the particular section of the Mika song that they used in the promo, but it became a running thing for me to scream "I HATE THAT SONG" whenever it came on. After hearing practically the whole song last night, I can't get it out of my head today. Chalk it up to "comprehensiveness."

I think that Alan Sepinwall (one of my favorite critics!) is correct in his awesomely-titled review when he says this whole affair (bah dum CHING!) will make things "messier" for Alicia next year. Bring it on. I love messiness and irrationality on television. I don't know about you, but I find myself being completely irrational or stupid on a somewhat regular basis. A logical 32-year-old woman with a college degree wouldn't pay a bill out of the wrong bank account, right? Right?! Irrationality, stupidity, bad decision-ness... It doesn't change the nature of a character -- it just makes said character more realistic.

One of my favorite television scenes of all time is from the third season premiere of Alias. A rational Sydney Bristow would have said, "Hey, I've been presumed dead for two years. Of course my boyfriend would have moved on and married someone." But a realistic Sydney Bristow is saying, "Hey. I've just lost two years of my life and my dad is in jail and my best friend was killed and cloned and my man hooked up with some new chippy, like, six months after I disappeared and you know what? I AM PISSED. And while I really just want to go all Rambaldi on your ass, I'm just going to tear you a new one with my words of fi-yah."

So yes. Back to Alicia. A rational Alicia would have said, "You know what? I've had a good day and, yes, I have feelings for this admittedly attractive guy that I work with and had whatever-we-had-at-Georgetown with, but the smart thing to do would be to call a cab and start divorce proceedings and then pursue something later." But no. Realistic Alicia was all, "Oooo. Tequila is awesome and spicy and this is a hot, hot man and my shipper brother is home with the kids and will totes cover for me and I am so, so tired of dealing with my soon-to-be-ex-mother-in-law, my treasonous-best-friend-don't-you-dare-try-to-defend-her, and my manwhore of a soon-to-be-ex-husband and Will just dropped nearly $8,000 and oh just shut up, Alicia, and cue. the. flippin'. Aerosmith." And for that, she deserves a slow clap with Explosions in the Sky music in the background. Clear minds, full shot glasses, can't lose.

But this is indeed going to get messy when it gets out and you know it will. Whether it's from lobby or elevator cameras or Mr. Smiley-Faced-Oatmeal-Piano-Man, it will get out. Some thoughts: Grace, who seems to have issue with her mother even drinking wine, is going to have something to say about adultery. Jackie is going to keep wearing her headbands and go all, well, Jackie on her and probably call her a hussy. Peter's gonna be a stoic d-bag about it and do something devious. Cary's going to channel his inner Randy Travis and be all, "I TOLD YOU SO, BITCHES." And David Lee. Her divorce lawyer. From Lockhart Gardner. I know he says his office is a monastery, but what happens when he finds out she's sleeping with their boss? Mmmhmm. Only Owen's going to be jumping up and down like Kelly Kapoor in Victoria's Secret. And, well, Will's probably doing the Dr.-Benton-victory-air-punch thing.

It's going to be so messy. Everyone's going to be so deliciously judgy until Alicia punches them all in the throat. And it's going to be awesome.

Is it fall yet?

P.S. I'd like to thank my fabulous roommates for getting me to watch this show. It's one of my new favorites. Because I knew you, I have been changed for good.

P.P.S. Never believe me when I say I'm going to mince my words.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Add this to the list of things I will NEVER do...

I will never date -- much less marry -- a man who has attached "genitals" to his automobile.

That is all. Carry on.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

It's been one week...

Well, technically, but still.

As I mentioned in my last post, I gave soda up for Lent this year. The idea was to give up something you depended on and I could think of nothing I depended on more than my morning Diet Coke. Given that I had pretty much given up on Diet Coke -- which I had started calling Diet Stroke after my mother staged a one-woman intervention at El Cholo -- I decided that giving it up for Lent would technically be cheating. So, I gave up all soda.

My last soda was on Monday, March 7. Technically. I have to admit that I ordered an Ocean Water at Sonic on Sunday, not remembering that it had Sprite in it. I did, however, stop drinking it as soon as I realized.

But yes. It's been one week and it's actually been a lot easier than I thought it would be. I feel a lot better and I haven't even craved soda. AT ALL. In fact, the thought of soda makes me go bleeeeeeechhhh.

YAY.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Twelve of Twelve. A month late.

Hey! I've been busy, okay? I went to pull the pictures off of the camera on the 13th and the battery died halfway through the process and then I just...forgot. I'm defending myself to Mel. I'm crazypants.

Better late than never, right? I'm going to pretend you just said yes...

(As always, if you don't know what this 12 of 12 business is all about, check out Chad Darnell's site here. Do it anyway.)

7:06 a.m. - Late start.

Breakfast in the car. Late leaving, which means an abbreviated workout. Better than nothing, I suppose...


7:42 a.m. - The gym.

This picture makes me so, so sad. Because I love this gym. LOVE. But I'm canceling the membership because it's no longer doable with my budget. But it's amazing. If you're a gazillionare, you should totally be working out here. This particular day, I got there in time for a quick workout and a shower. Wooo.


11:03 a.m. - Apple crumble.

The night before, I had wanted to make an apple pie. The problem was that it got to be so late in the evening that the entire apple pie-making process was going to be too much. So, I did the quick fix. APPLE CRUMBLE. It was good. I don't need this stuff around the house (because I will eat it), so I took the rest to work. I got in trouble with Maleficent for doing so, though.


12:53 p.m. - Southern girl lunch.

Because I was feeling all Southern and Texan and stuff the weekend prior, I made oven barbequed chicken, baked beans, and potato salad. Along with the afore-mentioned apple crumble. Of course, there was an intense amount of leftovers, so I took some to work. Bad idea. Two words: FOOD COMA.


1:42 p.m. - Undercovers Blues.

Except how can you be blue when Boris Kodjoe is in your office complex? I mean, honestly. Yes, Undercovers was filming in Century Park and it was totally cool.


3:35 p.m. - Starbucks!

Time for iced tea. The barista is so nice -- she's one of the new kids on the block.


4:34 p.m. - Meetings!

Water for the meeting I had to go and set up. Much better than that nasty Arrowhead stuff. Team Sparkletts! (Even though, yes, I realize this is Crystal Geyser.)


7:36 p.m. - Glee!

(That was meant to be heard in the chirpy singy voice from the "previouslies" in which they're all, "Here's what you missed on...GLEE!")

Liz T. is a member of the Paley Center for Media and was able to procure tickets for us to an "Inside the Writers' Room" event at the Writers Guild Theatre in Beverly Hills. Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuk, and Ian Brennan told us all what it was like to write an episode of Glee. Muy interesting.


9:25 p.m. - The Triv.

I didn't think I was actually going to be able to make it to trivia due to the previous event, however it let out in plenty of time. So, I joined up with my crew for some pub trivia magic.


11:32 p.m. - L.A. in a nutshell.

The 10E/110N transition ramp has been closed for construction intermittently over the past few months, so one has to detour. This means driving through another construction area where they seem to be working on light rail tracks. I have to say that I do approve of this -- even if it makes driving late at night exceptionally wonky.


11:50 p.m. - Coziness. Again.

I need to be more creative. I've just realized that I take a picture of my bedroom pretty much every month. It's kind of like Zankou in that way. But yeah. This is where I sleep and it's awesome. I love that it's clean in this picture. I had dusted and vacuumed in preparation for my vacation because I love coming home to a clean place.


11:59 p.m. - Community!

So, because there was a panel at Comic Con -- and because "Modern Warfare" was one of the most brilliant things I saw on television (er, Hulu) last season -- I decided that I needed to watch Community in its entirety. I wasn't a fan of the pilot, so I never really picked the show up. But I'm so glad I decided to go back and rewatch. So, so funny.


I have so much more to say, but I'll save that for another shmoopy post. Because is it ever schmoopy. Be warned.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Aieee.

Ever have those times where you are so busy you can't even think straight and you have so much to do and you feel like you owe so many people things and are being a bad friend/daughter/sibling/person because you haven't paid up on what you've owed whether it be a phone call/e-mail or whatever and in the end you kind of just want to curl up in the fetal position under your desk and listen to Kermit the Frog sing about the Ainbow-ray Onnection-cay oh wait that was Andy Bernard?

Yeah. That's me. Can't remember punctuation, either.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Love and Loss: The Week that Was


Last night, my BFF and I went on our yearly trip to Disneyland. Midway through our visit, we sat down on Main Street USA to enjoy our requisite churros. As I sat there looking at Sleeping Beauty’s castle -- a symbol of dreams and what could be (and yes I still buy into that at age 30) -- I couldn’t help but reflect on the previous week.

Did anything drastically life-altering happen? No. But it’s been a while since a week has been so consistently wonderful for me. Aside from one somewhat devastating thing that happened Saturday morning (I’ll get to that in the loss portion), it has just been the type of week that Princess Giselle would refer to as “delightful.” I thought I’d share some of it with you.

It all really kicked off on Monday when Maleficent and I decided to play Tourist-In-Our-Own-Town and hit up the Warner Brothers Studio Tour. I adore the Studio Tour. If it was possible to get a second job as a tour guide, I’d do it, but my hours don’t mesh up. If you’ve never taken the tour and are in Los Angeles, do yourself a favor and give it a shot. It’s well worth the $45. I find the Universal tour to be exceptionally cheesy (dancing cars? really???) and...not as real. I mean, some aspects of it are certainly real, but as someone who worked on sets and studio lots for two years, I just found it too touristy. Warner takes you on real, working sets. (After they show you an awesome video that uses Angels & Airwaves’ “The Adventure” to great effect. So goosebumpily inspirational!) They even try to cater your tour to any favorite Warner show you might have. I’ve now taken it four times in the past year with various visitors.

ANYWAY. Mal and I hit up Poquito Mas and took the Warner Brothers tour, where we got our Friends geekiness on. (We may have even out-geeked our tour guide.) This is quite possibly one of my favorite pictures of the two of us.


One of my favorite quotes from the show is “Work on your mu-sic?” Every time the “music” category comes up at our weekly trivia game, I have to say the quote. It’s just the way it is. So, when we got to go into the Gellar house, I absolutely had to recreate the scene of Ross playing his Casio on the steps. That’s what you see above. "The One With the Prom Video" is still one of my favorite episodes of television ever. Just watching that linked clip made me realize how many things I say in my everyday life are references to that episode. "The button! The button!"


It’s standard on every tour to visit the Central Perk set. Sometimes they’ll let you sit on the couch and sometimes they won’t. We were allowed, so Ms. Mal and I have a pic of ourselves on the Friends couch that will be framed. Also fun? This.

After the tour was over, Mal and I went and parked in the garage and walked on to the lot. Thanks to a very lovely person, we had lot passes, which we cashed in just because we could. We walked around for fifteen minutes and then left. I didn’t want the WB army of golf carts to come and take us down.

The great week continued when Tess invited me to visit the set of Chuck (one of my favorite shows) with her. Now, I love the show, but I think I was just as excited to be walking around on a soundstage again. Some people will laugh at me, but I love the smell of a soundstage and the special way the set floors sound when you walk on them. (In soft-soled shoes, of course.) I just love it. I spent around two hours hanging out with everyone over at Chuck and I think I’m more in love with all of them than ever. I like nice people, you guys, and there are a lot of them there.

Anyway, the coolest thing about it was that it wasn’t a big deal. I was...just there. No one acted like I was in the way. I just blended in and sat on the famous fountain (and one of the foldy chairs) and watched the monitors as they shot. It was like food for the soul. And as someone who enjoys the show, it was really interesting to see what they were shooting. All I’ll say to those involved in the Twitpocalypse (if you don’t know of what I speak, consider yourself lucky), if you’ve quit watching this show, it’s your loss. When I saw what they were shooting, I couldn’t keep the sappy smile off of my face. I was so lucky to be there and I can’t wait to brag to everyone once the episode airs that I saw what I saw LIVE. Neener neener. Don’t even try to ask me about it because, like Brittany Murphy in Don’t Say a Word, I’ll never tell. I’d like to go back sometime and I don’t think that telling would help my cause. On another note, I would also like to point out that I like hugs.

Alright. Enough dorking out, Amanda.


One small downside to the previous week was car drama. My poor, sweet Marcie had been having some difficulties. After spending much of Tuesday morning dealing with pricing repairs and weighing my options, I decided to go ahead and look for a new car. I had planned on getting a new one this year anyway. With Toyota’s image woes of late, I knew they’d be likely to make a decent deal, so I decided to test drive a Prius. About ten seconds after climbing behind the wheel, “weighing my options” became “I need this car.” I made some calls around town to get quotes, figured out what payment I could afford, and Kelly Blue-Booked my old car. On Thursday night, I went in armed with this knowledge and left with Pollyanna the Prius: The Glad Car. I’ve had the car three days and I love it so, so much. The other day, as I was driving through Silver Lake and listening to The Avett Brothers, I realized I was one pair of skinny jeans away from becoming a cliche. Ha!


And then yesterday, of course, was Disneyland. It really is the Happiest Place on Earth. I just turn into a little kid whenever I walk through the entrance gate. We always have to go to Sonic in Anaheim before our visit. Mmmm, tater tots... We figure that we’ll walk a lot of the calories off -- and Sonic is something I associate with home. It’s a win-win situation.


Let’s talk about the loss part, though. I thought my biggest loss this week was going to be my old car, but I was wrong. Yesterday morning, I woke up to the news that one of my family’s cats -- Wilda -- had to be put to sleep. It was a really tough thing to hear, as she was one of the sweetest cats ever. Her given name was Pebbles, but like most of the cats in my family, that name evolved. Eventually she became Wilda-P (because she had a wild streak) and by the end, it was just Wilda. She loved to give people kisses with her rough tongue. Like her mother Smokey, she was a very loud purrer. She loved to snuggle. One of her funnier quirks probably came from the fact that she was part Siamese. She had a very feisty streak. Every now and then, her eyes would turn red like the bad robots on Short Circuit and she’d just start wreaking havoc. Stuff would get knocked off the table (she loved to sleep up there and never let herself be broken of the habit) or she’d work over her scratching post so much that it would be leaning. The funniest thing, though, is that if you were sitting on the couch or the recliner, she sometimes would get up behind you and mess with your hair. In the case of my bald grandfather, she’d lick the top of his head. Wilda was just so, so loving and my heart just hurts from missing her. Apparently, they learned on Saturday morning that she had end-stage cancer and was entering kidney failure. She was so weak that she wasn’t able to stand at her water bowl. I only wish that she'd had two more weeks of feistiness in her so that I’d have been able to love on her one last time. Rest in peace, my sweet Wilda. I hope you’re messing with Jesus’ hair and making him laugh.

Aaaaand, now that I’m a mess, I’m going to save the Forever Marcie lovefest for another post.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Twelve Pictures of My Day... And Six Songs of the Moment

It was the 12th on Friday. Everything you need to know is here.

9:10 a.m. - Last minute tunes.

Grabbing some tunes before I head off to Century City for the day. This particular morning, I'm downloading Thao With the Get Down Stay Down.


9:19 a.m. - How long has this been there?


There are so many pretty murals in Silver Lake/Echo Park/Los Feliz. How have I never seen this one?




9:25 a.m. - I've made a huge mistake.

Being the Friday before a holiday weekend, I figured traffic might be light and that the freeway was a good idea. I was wrong.


10:35 a.m. - Chocolate croissant.

Grabbed a croissant at Trimana Salad Got Soup. Weirdest name ever. But this croissant beats the heck out of the stale ones over at Starbucks.


12:58 p.m. - Inside the Death Star.

In true chick-lit cliche fashion, I dragged Kyle shopping with me. We cut through the CAA lobby on the way over. It's pretty, no?

1:47 p.m. - Fashion show! Fashion show! Fashion show at lunch!

Whenever I try to take a picture of myself, I always end up with one really bizarre one. You're lookin' at it. Anyway, this is the outfit I bought. I'm pretty pleased with my selection. Thanks, Gap!


2:15 p.m. - Reason #183748927 I love Kyle Taylor.

So, the original plan was for Kyle and I to hit the Subway at the mall before we went back to the office. Unfortunately, shopping took a little longer than we anticipated. I asked Kyle if he'd mind just picking mine up when he went over -- I had to get back to set up a 2 p.m. meeting for my boss. Well, I got back from putting people in the conference room and this was on my desk (6" turkey breast on white with avocado only). Two minutes later, I chastised Kyle for not getting himself anything. I did not intend for him to go and just get my lunch. Sigh. Love that kid.


3:25 - Everything He Ever Wanted.

Putting together a care package for an actor. Also, for some reason, my fug ID picture is in here, too. And a Sharpie?


3:46 p.m. - Starbucks Part Deux.


This time with drinks for people other than Kyle and me. I almost love the Starbucks Valentine's cups more than their Christmas cups. Adorable. I love love. For those keeping score at home, this is a Venti Shaken Black Iced Tea Lemonade (No Sweetener), a Venti Shaken Black Iced Tea (No Sweetener), and a Tall Chai Tea Latte.


7:53 p.m. - Checking out my haul.

Leaving Gelson's with my groceries and other items obtained at the Westfield Century City during Shopping Part Deux.


8:16 p.m. - I've made a huge mistake. (Again.)

Normally, the freeway wouldn't be an issue this time of night. Especially on a Friday. It took me nearly an hour to get home. I had to fight the urge to weep.


10:33 p.m. - Back To The Computer.

This time it's nothing as fun as cashing in eMusic credits. I'm balancing my check register. Gross.


Here are six songs that are currently rocking -- or mellowing, as the case may be with these -- my world. Enjoy!

"Fill Our Wounds" - In-Flight Safety - This is one of the few songs I have on my iPhone and, as such, it's one of the few songs that plays when my iHome wakes me up in the morning. Just beautiful. Between this and "Model Homes," I feel like I need to obtain the rest of the album. Logging in to eMusic in 5, 4, 3...

"Me and Jane Doe" - Charlotte Gainsbourg - I can't stop singing, "Me and Jane Doe and Rousseau. We've got nowhere to go..." over and over again. Just a beautiful little song. Heck, the whole album ("IRM") is good, which isn't surprising given that it was produced by Beck.

"When We Swam" - Thao With the Get Down Stay Down - If you're not smiling during this song, there's something wrong with you. Seriously. Get help. (Plus, the name of the band tickles me.)

"Zebra" - Beach House - Le sigh. Oh, you wanted more commentary than that?

"The Ballad of Love and Hate" - The Avett Brothers - I discovered Avett through KCRW when Jason Bentley played the gorgeous "I and Love and You." This one is my favorite, though. I'm shocked that it's never been on the television before.

"Gun" - Emiliana Torrini - Here's a less-mellow song for you. This one's just badass.

Have a great week, everyone! I know I will. Kicking it off with a trip to Disneyland tomorrow.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

A Picture's Worth a Thousand Words...

This is Kyle's motto for the both of us. I made this "ransom note greeting" (his words) to go on top of his birthday present box. I just feel like posting it. Big things for everyone this year, okay?

Saturday, January 23, 2010

21 Suggestions For Success

Every morning when I get up and around -- albeit later than it should be -- one of the first things I see as I go to brush my teeth is the poster my brother bought me for Christmas a few years back. (Wow, that was a really long sentence.) At the time, Michael felt very strongly about what this poster said and felt that he wanted me to have a copy. He even had it framed for me. The poster is "21 Suggestions for Success" by H. Jackson Brown, Jr. Now, you've probably seen this everywhere, but just in case, I thought I'd post it on my blog. Enjoy the wise words!

"21 Suggestions for Success"
By H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

  1. Marry the right person. This one decision will determine 90% of your happiness or misery.
  2. Work at something you enjoy and that's worthy of your time and talent.
  3. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
  4. Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.
  5. Be forgiving of yourself and others.
  6. Be generous.
  7. Have a grateful heart.
  8. Persistence, persistence, persistence.
  9. Discipline yourself to save money on even the most modest salary.
  10. Treat everyone you meet like you want to be treated.
  11. Commit yourself to constant improvement.
  12. Commit yourself to quality.
  13. Understand that happiness is not based on possessions, power or prestige, but on relationships with people you love and respect.
  14. Be loyal.
  15. Be honest.
  16. Be a self-starter.
  17. Be decisive even if it means you'll sometimes be wrong.
  18. Stop blaming others. Take responsibility for every area of your life.
  19. Be bold and courageous. When you look back on your life, you'll regret the things you didn't do more than the ones you did.
  20. Take good care of those you love.
  21. Don't do anything that wouldn't make your Mom proud.
I think the one I most need to work on is #5. I don't have much of a problem forgiving others -- I am very unforgiving of myself. Heck, I'm still giving myself grief for things I said and did when I was a kid dealing with her parents' divorce. (And, really, in the grand scheme of things, they weren't that bad at all.) I need to learn to just let go. I think I'd be a happier person if I could just do that.

Well, I need to work on #1, too, but I figure that I don't have much control over that one. Oh, I'd have control over whether or not I consent to marrying someone, but that's not even an issue at the moment. I'm very much going with "Let go and let God" on that one... Right now, at least. I'm sure there'll come a point over the next few weeks where I'm watching the 2005 Pride and Prejudice every night and lamenting the lack of Mr. Darcy in my life. His hands are cold, you guys.

In the spirit of letting go and letting God, here's a pretty song that speaks to me this week. Or maybe it's just pretty and has me in a sappy mood. Whatever. It's "No Envy, No Fear" by Joshua Radin. Enjoy and, if you're so inclined, get sappified!

Have a great Sunday, all!

Friday, January 8, 2010

It's on like Donkey Kong

Cowboys. Eagles. Same song, third verse, same as the second. (Not same as the first, because if it was, they'd be playing in Philly.)

So, we have a House Divided here in the Lifetime Offices. My boss is from Philly. I'm from Texas. We took advantage of the occasion and wore our jerseys. Bring on Saturday! (And please win, Cowboys.)



Have a great weekend, all!

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Yeah, I'm a sap. You got a problem with that?



Very excited to watch Jim and Pam get married on The Office tomorrow night. I'm going to eat homemade tacos and guacamole. And then I'm going to cry.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

12 of 12 - September 2009

12:16 a.m. - Being nosy.

One of my favorite TV shows was filming in my office's courtyard Friday evening. After dinner, my roomies and I went back up to my office to watch what all was going on. We were there a while -- ah, the hurry-up-and-wait nature of television.


8:15 a.m. - Caaaaable guy!

The Dish Network guy was supposed to be here between 8 a.m. and noon and he showed up at 8 on the dot. Because the standard def receiver is in Allison's room, she moved her base of operations into my room.


10:23 a.m. - It's so beautiful!

HD Dish hooked up. Basking in the TV's high definition brilliance.


12:41 p.m. - Chinese dumplings. Om nom nom.

Pork dumplings. Pork and crab dumplings. Shanghai rice cakes. Broccoli. I love Din Tai Fung so much.


1:19 p.m. - Baked goods. Om nom nom.

Perusing the Chinese bakery in the same strip mall as Din Tai Fung. It smelled amazing and I ended up buying half a loaf of bread to go with lunch tomorrow.


2:04 p.m. - Nap time!

The only solution for food coma and early-to-riseness on a Saturday is an afternoon nap. Kids don't know what they're missing out on when they throw a fit about having to take a nap.


5:03 p.m. - Raider! Power!

Listening to the Texas Tech football game over the Internet -- and reading the comment thread at the Raider Power forums.


8:27 p.m. - Out for a walk.

I've lived in the neighborhood for four years and I'm still completely charmed.


9:15 p.m. - Visiting my friend Ralph.

Or, as he's known in other parts of the country: Kroger.


9:44 p.m. - Late dinner.

Turkey and brie sandwiches for the roomies and I to eat while watching Iron Chef America.


11:23 p.m. - Watching DVR in my room. Because I can.

Because we have a dedicated HD receiver in the living room now, the old standard definition was hooked up to the TV in my room. This is great for my embarrassingly lackluster television-viewing habits.


11:41 p.m. - Getting some writing in before midnight.

Gotta love a good bar scene, no?


Thursday, September 3, 2009

Think Blue.

Happiness is being stuck in a car somewhere outside Dodger Stadium because a brush fire caused them to close the Elysian Park exit, but not caring because you and your friend are singing "Mr. Roboto" and random Britney Spears tunes at the tops of your lungs with your windows rolled down.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

And here we go...

The file from the Franz Ferdinand show finally uploaded. Check it.

HOME SWEET HOME

So this past week, I purchased a new toy for myself...

A few years back, I bought an Olympus digital camera. Now, I not the unklutziest of people and have dropped the thing a couple of times. As a result, if I even do so much as breathe while taking a picture with it, the picture is blurry. Image stability FAIL. I did find that if braced the camera against something solid, I had better luck with my shots, but who wants to constantly do that? "Not I," said the Little Red Hen.

Fast forward to last week. Given that we had just hit the four-months-'til-Christmas mark, I knew that it was only a matter of time before my parents start asking me for a Christmas List. One thing that I thought of was a new digital camera. I did some online research and found one that intrigued me. On Monday night, I stopped into Best Buy to do some research for a project and to check the camera out. Um, well, um... It was on sale and I went ahead and bought it for myself. A Canon PowerShot SD960 IS. 12.0 megapixels. HD video. I'm in love. I think I shall name it. It has to be an 'M' name, given that my car is "Marcie" and my iPhone is "Mildred." Any suggestions?

ANYWAYS.

This post will mark the transition from Olympus to the new Canon. I recently finished up a collection of photos taken around my neighborhood -- Silver Lake, Echo Park, and Los Feliz. All of the photos were taken by my old Olympus. So in her honor, I give you "THE NEIGHBORHOOD."


For what it's worth, I will not be getting rid of my Olympus, not because I anticipate choosing to use it over my new one, but because I would feel horrible if I did banish it from my home. Much like my car and my childhood stuffed animals, the camera has feelings and I'd hate to do anything that would cause it emotional turmoil -- especially after I unintentionally dropped it on its head so many times.

Last night, while at the Franz Ferdinand concert at The Palladium, I took video with the new toy. Because it's literally going to take another four hours to finish uploading to YouTube, that'll have to be the next post. I know you're just dying of excitement. (And this is where I hold up my "SARCASM" sign, Leonard-style.)

Everyone have a fantastic weekend!

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Ain't it funny how a melody can bring back a memory?

“We all have a song that somehow stamped our lives / Takes us to another place and time...”

Like the Kenny Chesney song says, we all have certain songs that remind us of certain moments in our lives. I have a whopping 20 songs, and that’s after whittling them down!

Your mission, should you choose to accept it -- and you should -- is to post the songs that have “stamped” your life. It can be as few or as many as you need it to be. Tell the story that goes along with each song and then title your blog/Facebook note/LiveJournal post/WHATEVER “[YOUR NAME]: The Album.”

Here’s mine...


Amanda: The Album

“Count Your Blessings” - Bing Crosby
This is probably one of the earliest songs that affected me. This is the song my mom would sing me when I was a baby and a little girl. It automatically makes me think of my mom, which is probably why it’s towards the top of every “homesick” playlist I put together.

“From a Distance” - Bette Midler
Oh, sixth grade and junior high... In the seventh and eighth grade, I was in the Goddard Junior High School honor choir. Late in the school year, we put on a concert in which the choir members paired up for duets or sang solos. I paired up with Julie Cress to sing “From a Distance,” which I also remember one of the characters in the “Girl Talk” book series singing in a talent show, but whatever. I had such stage fright that I didn’t want my parents to come, so I arranged for Julie’s family to pick me up. I told my parents that I was just going to hang out with Julie. I kind of feel guilty about that now... So if anyone has video of that particular performance, please hook me up. I remember that I was wearing my Easter dress from that year -- a semi-off-the-shoulder floral-print dress from Sears. I remember feeling so grown up. I remember actually...liking being on stage.

“Life is a Highway” - Tom Cochrane
In the eighth grade, my parents let me go on my first “away” trip with a friend. Stacey Head and her family were kind enough to invite me to their cabin at Lake Possum Kingdom. Stacey and I were 14 at the time, but her mom let her take the Suburban out for a drive, as long as we stayed on the dirt roads out by the lake house. We played this song on cassette on loop as we drove and I remember laughing and feeling so free and scandalous.

“What a Friend We Have in Jesus/His Eye Is On The Sparrow” - Athena
I’m not particularly attached to this version of the song/medley, but still. “What a Friend We Have in Jesus” reminds me of church services as a child, but “His Eye is On The Sparrow” is the one that really affects me. It’s the song that was sung at my Poppy’s funeral, so that’s always what I associate with it. I got the news that my grandfather died on the day that we took yearbook pictures my junior year. My eyes are really puffy and you can tell that my smile was forced. As sad as the day of the funeral was -- and as sad as that memory is -- this song is still very uplifting to me and is one of my favorite hymns.

“Strawberry Wine” - Deana Carter

Sigh. Homecoming Dance during my senior year of high school. I remember my sister Katy going around and telling boys to ask me to dance. No one did and I remember sitting there the last song, feeling a bit sad that the only songs that I really danced to were “La Macarena” (we taught the foreign exchange student) and, I think, “The Cotton-Eyed Joe.” I still remember what I was wearing that night, too. I was a trainer on the football team, so I had run home to change into my cute cream-colored v-neck sweater and, of course, my faux Doc Martens.

“I Want You” - Savage Garden

Lake View High School Senior Picnic. I had just arrived and was talking to whoever was manning the grill at the ASU Lake Facility. It smelled like hamburgers. It was a good night.

“Livin’ La Vida Loca” - Ricky Martin
Ah, the night of my first real drink. It was a week before I turned 20 and I was with a group of fellow “Rampage” (ASU’s newspaper) staffers at the Texas Intercollegiate Press Conference in Kerrville. We were watching The Grammy Awards and saw Ricky Martin semi-debut this song live -- and we were hooked. While watching said awards show, we were enjoying a bottle of Boone’s Farm Strawberry Hill. Half a cheapo motel room cup of it made my stomach hurt and I think I fell over when I was sitting down. It’s as pathetic as it sounds, but a lovely memory.

“Time To Say Goodbye” - Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman
The great Las Vegas trip of 1999. My Aunt Karen and I went to see The Backstreet Boys in Vegas. (Shut up.) After a fun day involving getting to sit on one of their tour buses (shut up), we walked down the strip from MGM Grand to McDonalds and to see the Bellagio Fountains. The first Fountain show I ever saw was "Time to Say Goodbye." It took me ten years to see that particular show again -- and I’ve seen it during both of my last two trips to Vegas -- but you never forget your first. Or something like that.

“The Texas Tech Fight Song” - The Goin’ Band From Raiderland
I’ll take every wonderful minute of my time at Texas Tech. Though I think one of the most memorable moments with that song occurred during the great Texas A&M v. Texas Tech debacle of 2000. (“It was like the Alamo.”) It’s a moment I’m not proud of in my school’s history, but it was the first time I heard the alternative lyrics to the song. I was appropriately scandalized. Also? GASTON GIRLS FOREVER!

“Boys From Oklahoma” - Cross Canadian Ragweed

This one was hard to narrow down to just one moment. I’ve had lots of great, memorable times with this song, but I’ll mention the most memorable -- the first time I heard this song. It was colder than a big dog the night of January 15, 2001, but I decided to go and camp out at the United Spirit Arena for the Texas Tech v. Oklahoma basketball game. It was Bobby Knight's first season at Tech and the Red Raiders had a shot at making it into the Big Dance. Thanks to that glorious thing called the Internet, alumni from all over the country called in and placed pizza orders to be delivered to us. The frat boys I was sitting with -- including one I’ve become acquainted with here in L.A. (but just realized this recently) -- played this particular song. And they even let me wear their wig!

“Time Of Your Life” - Green Day
I was at the Lubbock Chick-Fil-A when I realized that God for-sure wanted me to move to California. I’d been questioning it and then, the door opened to the store room and there in the doorway, big as Dallas, was a box of California lemons. I just knew that was what I was supposed to do. The song playing as I ate my grilled chicken sandwich (with waffle fries!) and pondered this was “Time Of Your Life” and I will never, ever forget that moment. Nor will I forget leaving Chick-Fil-A and passing a Walgreen's marquee advertising The Hollywood Miracle Diet.

“The Matador Song” - The Goin’ Band From Raiderland

During the spring of my senior year, I took a nasty spill in my dorm room while dancing on my tile floor in my socks. I did a spin, fell hard, and broke my wrist in two. That meant that when the Texas Tech Alumni Association ring ceremony came around, I was still in a cast. Thankfully, I’d been downgraded from the full above-the-elbow cast to a below-the-elbow version. I’d chosen red as the color and used a black magic marker to draw a huge double-T on it. (I still have it in my cedar chest!) That night, it truly hit me just how close I was to graduation.

“No One Knows” - Queens of the Stone Age
What better song to pick out a tattoo to than this one? This is what was playing in the tattoo parlor when I identified what would permanently mark a small portion of my body. I chose the state of Texas with a yellow rose growing through it and a small double-T. My counselor at the time told me she was proud of me for getting it because it was the first time I’d done something to really risk my father’s disapproval. (Though is it really that much of a risk if my dad still doesn’t know about it?) To whom do I owe the inspiration for this act of rebellion? One Katy Leanne Mason.

“Miss Independent” - Kelly Clarkson
This was my “Moving to L.A.” anthem, which meant it occupied a large part of my brain during the summer of 2003. After many instances of wanting to “miss” my exit on I-20 and keep on going to L.A., I decided to “run away” to California. I saved up some money and put a deposit down on a two bedroom apartment in Westwood with three other girls who I’d never met. I told my dad and stepmom only two weeks before I moved that I was going. They were understandably upset, but got over it in time. I guess you could say that the tattoo was the precursor to this. But when I was down over the “rift” with my dad, I would listen to this song and feel better.

“Toxic” - Britney Spears
Driving down Wilshire to El Cholo with Mandy with the windows rolled down. That song was everywhere right after I moved here. 2003 FOR THE WIN.

“Amie” - Damien Rice
After quitting my job as an insurance specialist/patient recruiter/whatever with a somewhat unpleasant gynecologist, I decided to start doing background work and supplementing it with temp work. It was great at first, but soon I wasn’t getting enough of either type of work to keep myself afloat. Someone from the gyno’s office called me to practically offer me my job back -- and I started bawling once I got off the phone because I felt like my only option was to take it and go back to the absolute misery of working for that man (though I should note that my coworkers were awesome). I turned on Damien Rice’s “O” (passed down to me from former roomie Emily) while I took a shower. I remember hearing “Amie” and watching the steam rise in the shower and just knowing in my heart that it was all going to be alright. Not five minutes after I got out of the shower, I got a call from another temp agency, which meant another opportunity to get work during the week.

“The Wreckoning” - Boomkat

My all-around “kick ass” song. You know on “The Office” when Dwight is psyching himself up for his performance evaluation? Or before going in to try to make a sale? This is my version of that song. Only with a little less air guitar and “because I’m AWESOME!” And you know what? This song, like prayer, WORKS.

“Somebody Told Me” - The Killers
Comic Con 2004! The first time I heard this song, Liz and I were driving back to L.A. from San Diego. We looked at each other like we needed verification that we actually just heard the lyric “Somebody told me that you had a boyfriend that looked like a girlfriend that I had in February of last year” -- much like my current roomies and I looked at each other the first time we heard “Human.”

“Hey Ya” - Outkast
After trying to find an apartment I could afford by myself and failing miserably, Meredith and Allison jokingly asked me if I wanted to move to Silver Lake with them. I surprised them with a very quick yes and we drove in Meredith’s little blue Golf to tour the apartment which would eventually be the one next door to the one we actually rented. (That’s a fabulous story that’s just way too long for this.) While we were navigating the 10 to the 110 to the 101, we listened to Outkast’s album. We all sang along to this one -- I think we were actually on the 110N-to-101N interchange! (Before I noticed that it smells like rotten eggs.)

“See You Again” - Miley Cyrus

Shut up. My sister -- the same one who introduced me to tattoos and Queens of the Stone Age -- downloaded this song and put it on a road trip CD for our drive to the Baylor v. Texas Tech football game this past year. This resulted in her dancing in the car, which resulted in me laughing so hard I had tears coming down my cheeks. Whenever I have a down moment, all I have to do is turn on this song and I’m happy again. Thanks, Katy.

Friday, June 5, 2009

I'm going to Kyle it.

My friend Kyle has a way with verbs. Well, he has a way with all words, but verbs in particular. There was a stretch of three days this week where I heard him verbify a different noun each day. Only Kyle can find new and exciting uses for the words or phrases "puberty," "Banff," and "Iran hostage crisis."

(Side note -- every time I type "Iran hostage crisis," I catch myself typing "Iraan hostage crisis." You can take the girl out of West Texas...)

Can you use the word in a sentence? Why yes, yes I can...

"He pubertied into a strapping young man." This is actually a variation on the actual sentence used when we saw -- or thought we saw -- another member of the Boy Meets World cast at The Stand in Century City.

"I just want to Banff that person like there's no tomorrow." Anyone whose boss has ever attended Banff Television Conference knows that just the mention of that quaint little Canadian resort during one month in the summer can drive a person to the Thirdway House. It's a scheduling nightmare. Lovely place that I would love to visit, but it's still a freaking nightmare.

"I'm going to 'Iran hostage crisis' them into giving me Lifetime Movie Network and Game Show Network for free." Word for word. Kyle was calling his cable or satellite provider. Note to self: ask him how that went.

On a side note, I can't recommend Mo's in Burbank enough. Eat there. OFTEN.

Friday, May 29, 2009

The last time I freaked out, I just kept looking down, st-st-st-stuttering...

You guys, it's been a good week. It's been one of the coolest, most surreal weeks I've had in a few years. I can't get into too many details because doing that might involve unintentionally spilling the beans on a project at work. (And I like being on Business Affairs' good side, thank you very much.) But I can be vague.

Well, first of all, it started off awesomely because I had Monday off of work. Short weeks are always a plus. Plus, Maleficent's mom bought the apartment a new vacuum cleaner and I can't tell you how much joy the hour I spent vacuuming my bedroom floor brought me. (I wish I was kidding.) But then there was Wednesday...

Oh, Wednesday...

On Wednesday, I got to sit in on another meeting with one of my childhood heroes. I actually think I had a wee bit of a crush on him back in sixth grade. Not only that, but my boss asked me to bake cupcakes for this meeting.

I made cupcakes. For my childhood hero.

The best part is that this guy is super awesome fantastic. It's a sitting-in-a-room-with-my-dad kind of normal, which kind of makes perfect sense since they both hail from the same geographic area. I wonder if when he says "wash," it comes out "worsh." I may have to ascertain that at the next meeting.

There were leftover cupcakes once the meeting was done, so people from work grabbed them up. That afternoon, someone asked if I was willing to bake and sell them some cupcakes. This, of course, takes me one step closer to my eventual goal of supporting myself through baking and writing. That was my first sale ever and I might have been even more excited about that than the meeting itself. Might have.


And then yesterday, after running some errands in Santa Monica, I stopped into the Subway across from Santa Monica College. There was some kind of promotion going on for Land of the Lost (which I may see just to hear Will Ferrell scream "Matt Lauer can SUCK it!") -- and Michael Strahan and Zachary Levi were there. I go in for a turkey and avocado sandwich and come out with a picture with Chuck Freaking Bartowski. Sadly, I felt kind of like a spaz because I started talking really fast and turning pink and...that's never good. But he couldn't have been nicer to Spazzy McSpazzerson and I think I might have skipped a little bit on the walk back to my car. And I think I might have a little bit of a crush.

My mom pointed out that I didn't spaz with Childhood Hero, so why did I spaz at Subway? I think it all has to do with Home Field Advantage and context. Childhood Hero was in my office and it was work-related. The Subway incident was most definitely not on my turf and was not work-related. And my blood sugar was low.

Shut up. IT WAS.

Oh. Crap.

I just realized something -- I was being Miley.

(Like the song says, I'll redeem myself next time.)

But yes. It was a spaztacularly good week. I declare it MADE OF WIN.


Pretty Song of the Day: "Girls On the Square" - Dent May & His Magical Ukelele. Yes, I know this is the second Dent May of the week. Deal with it.