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It's been a really great weekend. We had another successful Showgirls party on Friday. The special features ended up being pretty crap. The “film diary” was only 4 days and you couldn't really tell what was going on anyway. Also, the David Schmader commentary was much better live because he could pause the DVD. So he'd just get frustrated and stop talking and then every once in a while you'd just here him laugh or make a sound effect. It was like just having another guy in the room. Which is still kinda cool. And the “Lap Dance Tutorial” was no more informative than a “trailer” at the beginning of a porno. But no matter. The movie is so fantastic that it doesn't need bells and whistles. Hooray for Showgirls!

Last night I saw Anchorman with Faye, Elyse and Gene. Faye and I are really glad we waited so long to see it. It was DEFINITELY not as funny as the previews. However, when it was unfunny, it was still better than the funniest parts of most bad comedies. The unfunny jokes were just kinda weird instead. And weird is something you can respect. The best part about seeing Anchorman, though, was seeing the Seed of Chucky stand-up poster in the lobby. It's cool because where the “Seed's” head is, is a hole so you can stick your head through it and become the seed! Luckily, I had Dom's camera on me, so we all became the Seed of Chucky! What a brilliant promo device! Too bad the movie is probably going to be crap. I'm gonna get Dom to put the pics on OPhoto for you to see but for now you'll just have to use your imagination.

So it's been a pretty great weekend so far, despite my fucked up ailments still persisting. It hurts to swallow, for one thing. And I don't think I have to tell you what kind of problems that would cause (ba-dum, ching!).

Today, at some point, I'm going to do “something active” with Elyse. I haven't decided what yet. It's between swimming (indoor or outdoor) or my first yoga class. I definitely want to try yoga because I really need to start doing something to alleviate the stress in my life. I'm pretty sure that the reason I'm sick all the time is because I let stress get to me. So I'm leaning towards yoga even though swimming sounds like more fun. We shall see though. And now…caffeine!


Casting Update

Pam: Miranda Otto
Sherrard: Young Paul Simon or Rick Moranis :p

I caved. And now I am back to being happily unproductive.

There is a movie being made about your life. Cast all the following parts. You can pick any actor or actress dead or alive, young or old. (I am going to make this specific to the people reading this blog to make it more interesting…to me. In your own responses, feel free to change family members and friends to people relevent to you)

1. You? Why? Fat Thora Birch because we are similar looking (or so I'm told). And I already know that she can play dorky.

2. your love interest? Why? Dom would be played by Tobey Maguire because that is funny to me. And then Dominic Monaghan playing himself would show up and fall in love with me and I'd have to let him down easy.

3. your best friend? Why? Faye would be played by young Jane Curtain because they are similar looking and Jane Curtain is witty and funny enough.

4. your enemy? Why? Lucy Liu. Cos she can be pretty damned evil if she wants to be. And also spoiled.

5. other friends? Why? Jacob would be played by his doppleganger on Queer Eye because, duh. Frank would be played by young Elvis. Elyse would be played by Marisa Tomei because she's Italian (and she would win an oscar for it as well). Gene would be played by James Spader. I'm having a really hard time casting my friends which is weird considering that Faye and I used to sit around and decide who would play our friends in movies all the time. I might come back and add more friends later.

6. family memebers? Why?
My Mom would be played by Debbie Harry in her current age because they look somewhat similar and I think Debbie could do the crazy.
My dad would be played by Dr. Drew.
My brother would be played by Corey Feldman in his “most traumatic role ever”. Only Faye is going to get that.
My stepmom would be played by Katherine Zeta Jones because Hollywood is like that.
My dad's mom would be played by that sweet old lady that played Happy's grandmother in Happy Gilmore because she plays all the nice old ladies in Hollywood (as well as scary old ladies in David Lynch movies).

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I need to work today. I am way behind because of this damn journal. (Not that I'm complaining. I love you, journal! MWAH!) But, since I am now doing both my job and the job of the other girl in this office, I have to get to gettin. So I might not have time to do a meme today. Which makes me sad.
Anyway, time's-a-wastin' so I'll just say this:

I want to watch the American Shaun of the Dead Trailer! I have to wait till I get home! I am both excited and nervous that there is such a huge buzz about the movie here. Excited because if zombie fever catches on, it will make mine and Faye's movie that much easier to make. Nervous because I still have that childish reaction when something I love becomes popular that “I liked it first, you poseurs!”. It's terrible, I know, but part of me justifies it because so many things are ruined by gaining mass appeal (Donnie Darko never would have HAD a “director's cut” if it hadn't gotten so huge).

But childish jealousy aside, Faye and I are placing our treatment right into the hot little hands of Edgar and Simon on the 14th of August and that is ex-fucking-citing no matter how you slice it!


Here's a nice light-hearted one in contrast to the heaviness of the past couple of days.

First movie you can remember seeing?
“The Dark Crystal”.

Last movie you saw that you loved? “Eternal Sunshine”. Boring answer, I know.

First movie you saw on a date? “Independence Day”. My date took me to see it because his friend worked in the theatre so he could get in for free. And then partway through the movie, he leaned over and said “If you're scared, you can hold my hand”. Needless to say, there was no second date.

First movie you can remember that you disagreed strongly with the critics/reviews about?
“Forest Gump”. Am I the only one that can see through this “movies wherein famous actors play retards are heartwarming” bullshit?!

What movie have you dreamed about? I usually just come up with my own movies in my dreams. Or else they're weird hybrids of characters in my world. I had quite a few nightmares about The Hulk as a kid (Lou Ferrigno was SCARY) I've had some pretty naughty dreams about hobbits though…

A secret thing you did in a darkened theater Faye and I like to bring in booze. I only want to keep that secret from the movie theatre employees. However, I think we all know what Alanis and Uncle Joey would put for this answer.

Ever lied about something so you could see a movie? When I was a kid, my dad and I told my mom we were going to see some kids movie and we saw “Army Of Darkness” instead. That was pretty fun.

Ever saw a drive-in movie?
No :(

The worst movie you ever saw and the best thing about it “Moulin Rouge”. The best thing about it is that it wasn't longer and I never have to see it again.

One person you’ve never seen a movie with but would like to sometime:
I don't know. I think I've seen a movie with all of my friends at least once. When that's all you like to do for fun, it's pretty much inevitable.

What kind of movie you’d like to see with that person:
See above.

A movie you’re embarrassed to admit you enjoyed:
I'm embarrassed about the number of times I've watched “Empire Records” on VH1 but I haven't enjoyed it once.

Your favorite movie and the worst thing about it:
I do not have a favorite movie. I love them too much to pick. So the worst thing about it is probably that I get so invested in movies that a really good or bad movie can color my entire week.

To understand something about you, people need to see this movie:
“Tromeo and Juliet”.

List by title: Happiest/saddest/ funniest/ scariest/ overrated/ underrated:
HAPPIEST: “Fight Club” (Obviously, I don't usually go for Penny Marshall type happy movies. The end of “Fight Club” has always felt so uplifting for me).
SADDEST: “The Fox and The Hound”
FUNNIEST: “The Jerk” or “Zoolander”
SCARIEST: It's pretty damned hard to scare me, so I'm gonna go with Faye's as of yet unmade film “Fetch”. Or else that part of “The Ring” where the giant-eyed child says “Don't you know she never sleeps?”.
UNDERRATED: “Human Nature”

A movie you haven’t seen yet but you really want to?

A movie character you could really relate to, or even wish you could be like? I can really relate to Rob Gordon in “High Fidelity” but I don't know if that's something to be proud of. I wish I could be Jean Grey in “X-Men” so I could totally hit that Wolverine action.

When I say the word “erudite”, you say the first movie that comes to mind:
Lord of The Rings Trilogy

Now replace the word in quotation marks above with your own word for the next person:

Who is your favorite actor or actress?
Crispin Hellion Glover

What book would you like to see made into a movie, and who would you want to direct it?
Jesus. Haven't they done enough damage with this already?

And finally: Add a question.
What movie did you watch more than any other movie when you were a kid?
“Clash of the Titans”!!!!!

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I'm somewhat ashamed to admit that last night I watched all two hours of the premiere of UPN's “Amish in the City”. Here's how I imagine the pitch meeting for that show went down:

Fresh Young Idealistic Kid “I have an idea for a show. The Amish have that thing where when they're 19 or so, they get to go out into the world and experience sin and then decide if they want to come back and be confirmed as Amish. I think it's called Rump-springer. Anyway, we follow around a few of these kids to see how they react to the rest of the world and whether or not they decide to remain Amish”.

Jaded Exec #1 “That's a great idea! But we should make them all live in a house together; Real World style”.

Jaded Exec #2 “Yeah. And they shouldn't just go to any city. They should go to the most depraved, debaucherous city in the country!”

Jaded Exec #3 “Naw…Vegas has been done. Let's bring them to L.A. That's depraved enough. Then we don't have to hire a remote crew.”

Jaded Exec #2 “Perfect. And also, we need a foil. How about we get 6 NON-Amish kids to live with them.”

Jaded Exec #1 “Yes! But they have to be the most self-centered, shallow, spoiled kids we can find.”

Jaded Exec #3 “Of course. But one has to be black and one has to be gay.”

Jaded Exec #2 “Can they be the same kid?”

Jaded Exec #3 “No.”

Jaded Exec #1 “This is great! The spoiled “normal” kids will be so freaked out by the Amish and hopefully they'll corrupt the hell out of them! This is gold!”

Fresh Young Idealistic Kid “Um…this isn't quite what I had in mind. I kind of wanted to focus on something we haven't seen before by showing these peaceful people having to explore their faith and seeing their reactions to a capitalist culture so very diff…”

Jaded Execs “SHUT UP! It's our show now!”

Needless to say, I must watch every episode of this show.

Meme-ories Pt. 3: Suck My Meme!

=====Freshman in College=====
I was still gun shy around people because of high school. So I assumed that everyone would hate me automatically. Therefore, I walked around with a scowl on my face as a “don't fuck with me” defense mechanism, even though I was actually very nice. Therefore, Faye, who lived right down the hall from me in my dorm, was afraid of me. She was further freaked out by the fact that my dysfunctional boyfriend at the time liked to pick fights and yell at me in the hallway in the middle of night. I think a lot of other people were too. A good memory of freshman year would be meeting my friend Kristie at “Passages” and us being anti-social and wandering around talking and makeing fun of other people. Amazing how college is so like high school in a lot of ways.

=====Sophomore in College=====
Hanging out every day and night at “The Halfway House”, where 4 of my friends lived together on campus. Getting high and drinking and crashing and just feeling generally like a part of something. I also met my first long-term boyfriend there and that courtship was pretty fun.

=====Junior in College=====
Living with Kristie in “The Hovel” which was an on-campus “house” converted from a storage shed. They tore it down at the end of the year. Kristie and I would bake brunch every Sunday and invite people over. Skipping class to hang out with Frank. Funny how none of my memories involve academics.

=====Senior in College=====
Once again becoming a part of a group in “Posse House”. Becoming friends with Faye (through a mutual dysfunctional friend), meeting Jacob and various other people, hanging out every day at Posse House. Barry Bauska's classes. Having my first panic attack over graduating (which didn't stop after graduation). Walking around all of Tacoma after graduation with Faye looking at all the places we'd lived whilst there, too many memories to write down. Happy and sad. Someday college will be the same as elemenary school is for me in the sense that I will be able to boil it all down to one or two defining moments. But for now, I think it's all too fresh to do that. Somehow it still bleeds into my every day life. Probably has a lot to do with the fact that I still hang out with college friends.

Other people can add new categories if they want. Like post graduate etc. But I think I'm done for now because this meme is making me sad.

apartment building 2 ballerinas TIME to REFILL Your VAL1UM Prescription .

Last night I attended a birthday party for one of my former co-workers (when I worked at the TV production company). He's a great guy and he's got a cool girlfriend and very nice dog, but I felt kind of guilty for walking around being a little green monster all night. First of all, he has the dream Geek house. The upstairs is presentable and nice; the perfect combination of “adult” furniture with interesting “accent pieces” (who watches too much Queer Eye?). Then, as you head downstairs, the hallways are lined with old movie posters. The stairway opens up into a huge rec room which is fantastic. There's an old arcade game, a red, full-sized pool table, a bizarre japanese slot game, nick-knacks a plenty, and a juke box that plays 45's (great 80's classics!). All over the walls are awesome old movie posters. In the back is a full bar in a retro style. As if that isn't enough, further back in the basement is the TV room which has a huge comfy couch, a giant flat screen TV and every DVD on my wish list. I guess the professional editing gig pays well. So yeah, I'm envious of all that “stuff” which is horribly consumerist of me. But I can get over it. The thing that really burned me was job envy. Another one of my former co-workers showed up, along with 3 new people who were hired after I got the sack. They talked about work all night (as people are wont to do). They complained about the long shoots, of course, and things not going right. But their problems at work consist of guests not saying the right thing on camera or the trebuchet not throwing the piano that's on fire far enough. When I worked at this place, I hated my job because I had THE boss from hell (“Swimming with Sharks” anyone?), but everyone else was great. Here's how bad my boss was: A former employee of his is “The View”'s Lisa Ling. When she was asked who her worst boss was, she named my former boss on television. ANYWAY, my point is this: Even though I was always stressed out at that job, and that boss was horrible to me, even though my current boss is really nice, at least when I worked there I was in the BALLPARK of the kind of work I want to do. Right now I'm about as far away from making movies for a living as you can get. And doing it in my spare time is one thing. But if I ever want to make a career out of it (which I GODDAMNED do!), it's gonna be difficult when I spend nine hours a day here answering the phone and doing useless crap.
No matter. Faye and I are going to get our zombie movie made and we're going to get the hell out of our stupid monkey jobs! YEAH! yeah?

Meme-ories Pt. 2


Rediculous. That is way too broad. Especially since I've been to two colleges now. So I'll just say this: I miss school. I miss having very little responsibility and being able to stay up late drinking on a Wednesday and make it to my 8:00am class the next morning with no hangover. I miss Spring Break. Being an adult sucks.


1)My 16th. I smoked my first joint and I made a vow to lose my virginity by the end of the year, which I did.
2)My 21st, of course. I went to The Owl & Thisle, everyone bought me drinks, and I had a fantastic time. Drinking in a bar was every bit as cool as I'd suspected it was.


Rather anticlimactic, actually. I was a year younger than everyone in my grade so I took driver's ed a year before I could take my test. I got my learner's when I was 16 and my parents told me that I wouldn't be able to take the car out by myself till my senior year anyway, so I figured there was no point getting my license till then. So I was 17 when I got my license and everyone else had been driving for 2 years. Turns out I'm a terrible driver anyway so now I do it as little as possible


I was dropping hints like crazy to this guy in college. I had just broken up with a boyfriend of two years (and by “just broken up” I mean it was several months later and I had finally been able to stop crying long enough to try and find a rebound. I found one in this silly little freshman, thinking it would be pretty easy. I just wanted to make out with him a few times and be done with it. Well, my hinting was fruitless, so finally, I just told everyone I knew to tell him that if he wanted, I would make out with him, no strings. He started flirting with me all the time but STILL nothing ever happened and he avoided all situations in which we could be alone together. So I gave up. Just about that time, my senior year was almost over and he came to a graduation party at my friend's house. After everyone was asleep, and we were lying on the couch, he made his move. It was a horrible disaster and was over in 10 minutes (I might be being liberal with the time). Luckily, I never really had to see him again after that. Worst. Rebound. Ever.


Just had a blast in Eastern Washington at the Stabbin' Cabbin. See previous journal entry.


Dallas, TX (baby), Beaverton, OR (2-4), Huntsville, AL (4-8), Flower Mount, TX (8), Richmond, VA (9-17), Tacoma, WA (17-22), London, UK (22), Seattle, WA (23-present).


Mostly through college or through film projects. Come on, you all know how I met you guys.




My first organized kiss was playing spin the bottle at Hippie Camp. I was 14. His name was Daniel. He liked my friend. A few days later, a 13 year old named Robbie kissed me on his own accord after the square dance. He later gave me poison ivy.


Jesus. This won't be fun for anyone to read so I'll try to keep in breif. I babysat in high school. I worked at a B&B my freshman year of college. I worked for food services in college. I tempted at a billion places after college, including whilst in London, I worked for 5 minutes at a TV production company in Seattle that makes stupid reality shows. Then I got the sack and now I work in my present version of hell.

I liked part 1 of this a lot better.

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My weird cold has mutated once again. Now my throat doesn't hurt at all, really, but I'm up all night coughing. This morning I woke up and one of my eyes was crusted shut and when I opened it, it was all bloodshot. Gross, I know. I'm not sure how many more incarnations this thing is going to take before it decides to finally leave me.
I am not happy about being here at work either. Yesterday, after lunch, everyone (led by the tiniest little dictator) began to scrutinize my workspace once again. Now, I am the receptionist so my desk is just hanging out there for everyone to see. However, it is not a proper reception desk, and is, in fact, the smallest, crappiest desk in the office. Therefore, it doesn't look very nice when a client walks in. The notion of us being able to BUY a new desk is unlikely because we have a hard enough time just getting the budgeting people (in Portland) to let us have an extra chair for the conference room. So instead, everyone was trying to figure out “free” solutions to making my area better. 'Lil Dictator said “Why don't we take all this stuff and move it to the table behind you?” She was gesturing towards all the papers and files on my desk that are my WORK. “Because that's my WORK,” says I. “Oh, well, what if we put it all on a credenza over in that corner?” Is she serious? “Because that's my WORK and I still need to be able to answer the phone and greet clients,” says I. “Oh.” After they moved the candy dish, put my garbage can in the corner far away from me, re-arranged my files and and tried to get me to move my computer monitor to about 2 inches away from my face, they decided that one of them should swap desks with me since no one ever sees THIER desks. But of course, no one WANTED to swap because then they would have the smaller, crappier desk. So they argued amongst themselves for a while, still standing right next to me so I wasn't getting any work done. Finally, they decided that one of them would switch with me and then they would switch amongst each other and then everyone would be marginally happy. But who will do the moving. I bet it will be me, the ass monkey. This whole process took about 2 and a half hours in which no one was doing any actual work. What will today have in store. I can't wait to find out.