The 80th Annual Academy Awards was boring as hell. As usual.
Jon Stewart was adorable, though. And Helen Mirren just about knocked my socks off. And Javier Bardem may show up in my dirtier dreams from now on... Tilda Swinton is so weird and beautiful and a little scary. Johnny Depp is still rocking the mid-nineties hair and glasses combo, and it's a-ok with me.
I went to Zosia's house for the festivities. It feels like we've been doing this since the beginning of time, though I can probably count on one hand the number of Oscar broadcasts we've seen together. Through middle and high school we were in different countries, in college we had similar but not quite the same sets of friends... yet it's the most natural thing in the world to roll up to her place on a Sunday night and curl up on her couch and boo at the boring and/or stupid speeches, or gasp at the ridiculously beautiful women in their ridiculously beautiful gowns.
I love the Oscars, even if they are boring. I love the orchestra and the twelve montages, the requisite animated character presenting an award, the lame musical numbers. I just love 'em.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
Happy Birthday.
Me: Today's my dad's birthday.
Android: Yeah? How old would he have been?
Me: 61.
Android: That's pretty good.
Me: Well, it would be if he hadn't died at 46.
(Silence)
Android: You have a point.
Happy birthday to the man who taught me to love The Beatles, James Taylor, Douglas Adams, The Hobbit, and Prairie Home Companion. He let me eat corn on the cob for breakfast. He drove too fast and apparently smoked a lot of pot and left me entirely too soon. He had a loud voice and sang beautifully and loved all things Mac and ate fried bologna sandwiches. He made the best chili in the world and let me rent She Devil over and over and over again without comment.
Mike Vargo 1947-1993
Android: Yeah? How old would he have been?
Me: 61.
Android: That's pretty good.
Me: Well, it would be if he hadn't died at 46.
(Silence)
Android: You have a point.
Happy birthday to the man who taught me to love The Beatles, James Taylor, Douglas Adams, The Hobbit, and Prairie Home Companion. He let me eat corn on the cob for breakfast. He drove too fast and apparently smoked a lot of pot and left me entirely too soon. He had a loud voice and sang beautifully and loved all things Mac and ate fried bologna sandwiches. He made the best chili in the world and let me rent She Devil over and over and over again without comment.
Mike Vargo 1947-1993
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
I just became REALLY available.
So... my show was cancelled yesterday. We were two weeks from opening and some not-completely-unforseen circumstances caused the company to decide to cut their losses and call it quits.
I'm bummed because we were right about to the fun part (for me, anyway) - tech, and running the show. I'm bummed because I really liked working with those people. I'm bummed because our rehearsal space was in the same building as Cupcake - they make a red velvet cupcake that will make you weep just a little bit.
The only thing consoling me is the fact that America's Next Top Model (Cycle 10!) begins this Wednesday, and I'm not always smart enough to put a tape in the VCR to record it.
Alas. Now I am rehearsal free for the time being. I probably won't get back into the game again until fall, and if I go back to school I may not have the time or the energy to study, work part time (maybe), take care of an infant AND sit in rehearsals five nights a week.
I backed out of the show I was slotted to do this Spring. I've never done that before and part of me wonders if it was a stupid move - if I essentially ended my career in theatre because I was too afraid.
I backed out because I will be 7 months pregnant by the time we tech. This doesn't seem like anything to someone who has neither been pregnant nor an SM during the tech of a show. My reasons were good ones - I have NO idea what is in store for me in the next few months, but I have a good idea it will involve exhaustion, high blood pressure, and stress that I should probably just avoid altogether.
I was told by someone whose opinion I hold very highly that what I was doing was "prudent". I don't think that is what that person meant. I think they meant "Seriously? You dropped out of an opportunity like this because you're PREGNANT? God, suck it up and do it anyway!"
Or something to that effect.
I think I made the right decision. It was a tough one, and I worried myself sick about it for days. I'm sure it would have been fine. I would have been huge and hippo-like, but otherwise fine and no more crabby than I ever am during a production. But how do you know something like that?
I understand that I'm totally rationalizing. I tend to do that. It makes stuff like this sting less.
I'm bummed because we were right about to the fun part (for me, anyway) - tech, and running the show. I'm bummed because I really liked working with those people. I'm bummed because our rehearsal space was in the same building as Cupcake - they make a red velvet cupcake that will make you weep just a little bit.
The only thing consoling me is the fact that America's Next Top Model (Cycle 10!) begins this Wednesday, and I'm not always smart enough to put a tape in the VCR to record it.
Alas. Now I am rehearsal free for the time being. I probably won't get back into the game again until fall, and if I go back to school I may not have the time or the energy to study, work part time (maybe), take care of an infant AND sit in rehearsals five nights a week.
I backed out of the show I was slotted to do this Spring. I've never done that before and part of me wonders if it was a stupid move - if I essentially ended my career in theatre because I was too afraid.
I backed out because I will be 7 months pregnant by the time we tech. This doesn't seem like anything to someone who has neither been pregnant nor an SM during the tech of a show. My reasons were good ones - I have NO idea what is in store for me in the next few months, but I have a good idea it will involve exhaustion, high blood pressure, and stress that I should probably just avoid altogether.
I was told by someone whose opinion I hold very highly that what I was doing was "prudent". I don't think that is what that person meant. I think they meant "Seriously? You dropped out of an opportunity like this because you're PREGNANT? God, suck it up and do it anyway!"
Or something to that effect.
I think I made the right decision. It was a tough one, and I worried myself sick about it for days. I'm sure it would have been fine. I would have been huge and hippo-like, but otherwise fine and no more crabby than I ever am during a production. But how do you know something like that?
I understand that I'm totally rationalizing. I tend to do that. It makes stuff like this sting less.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Tuesdays Robot Peace Sing-along
It's done! Finally! Woo!
It's lovely, y'all. My boys are so very VERY talented.
I'll keep you posted on a CD release party (I'm assuming there will be one... ).
I'm just bustin' with pride.
It's lovely, y'all. My boys are so very VERY talented.
I'll keep you posted on a CD release party (I'm assuming there will be one... ).
I'm just bustin' with pride.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Top Five Songs
I have been listening to the same five songs all damn week long.
And I still love 'em.
If You Leave - Orchestral Manouevres in the Dark
Radio Silence - Harvey Danger
Ladies' Choice - Zac Efron (From the Hairspray soundtrack)
The Power of Love - Huey Lewis and the News
I Melt With You - Modern English
Listen to them. I guarantee they will make you smile.
And I still love 'em.
If You Leave - Orchestral Manouevres in the Dark
Radio Silence - Harvey Danger
Ladies' Choice - Zac Efron (From the Hairspray soundtrack)
The Power of Love - Huey Lewis and the News
I Melt With You - Modern English
Listen to them. I guarantee they will make you smile.
We was robbed.
Last night the 26th Annual Battle of the Jug Bands was held at the Cabooze.
Though my darling Como Ave. Jug Band put on one helluva show that the audience TOTALLY loved... they lost to Grandma's Saggy Jug Band. Who also won in 2006.
Bah.
I'm starting to think there is a conspiracy happening. This was the third year the CAJB competed, the third year that they were obviously the crowd favorite... and yet? No golden waffle iron.
Fuck 'em.
However, the Battle is great fun. The people watching is fantastic... lots of dancing hippies. Except for the lamentable lack of deodorant, it's a pleasurable experience for all the senses.
Next year there will be a very new and tiny member of the CAJB. They will have to win due to sheer cuteness. The kid will be about six months old... that's old enough to become proficient at the fiddle, right?
Though my darling Como Ave. Jug Band put on one helluva show that the audience TOTALLY loved... they lost to Grandma's Saggy Jug Band. Who also won in 2006.
Bah.
I'm starting to think there is a conspiracy happening. This was the third year the CAJB competed, the third year that they were obviously the crowd favorite... and yet? No golden waffle iron.
Fuck 'em.
However, the Battle is great fun. The people watching is fantastic... lots of dancing hippies. Except for the lamentable lack of deodorant, it's a pleasurable experience for all the senses.
Next year there will be a very new and tiny member of the CAJB. They will have to win due to sheer cuteness. The kid will be about six months old... that's old enough to become proficient at the fiddle, right?
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Good grief.
I have a LOT to say about my awesome cruise, but it will take me five million years to do it.
Until then, some bullet points:
*One of my actors dropped out of my show last week, another actor dropped out (then retracted her dropping out), apparently other shit went down... and I was there for none of it. I'm a teensy bit glad because I've always been better with clean-up than with actual confrontation.
*We set up the baby's crib today and it's fantastic. I'll take pictures at some point.
Until then, some bullet points:
*One of my actors dropped out of my show last week, another actor dropped out (then retracted her dropping out), apparently other shit went down... and I was there for none of it. I'm a teensy bit glad because I've always been better with clean-up than with actual confrontation.
*We set up the baby's crib today and it's fantastic. I'll take pictures at some point.
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