Thursday, May 31, 2012
Survived A Battle (AKA The True Blood Premiere)
Last night was the premiere for the new season of True Blood. All I can say about it is...I survived. Part of me really didn't want to go, because I already have pictures with most of the cast and having to wait all day in a barricade is really, really, really horrible. I mean, don't get me wrong, it can be fun, but on days like yesterday, it was not a joy. It was a battlefield. I have bruises. I feel like I went to war.
Overall I'm glad I went. I ended up getting 25 pictures and even a few autographs for my friend Chuck in Texas. Wahoo! Successful day for sure; I just wish it didn't leave me so beat up afterwards.
Pinky's Fandance - Fran Drescher
For the record, I love Fran Drescher just as much as I hate when people make the "peace sign" in pictures. I don't know what it is, but it drives me crazy. Not that I'm against peace or anything, but why is it necessary? Just smile and move along.
Is It A Guy Thing?
As I work in a predominantly male atmosphere, I've noticed one very interesting thing: They wear the same clothes. A lot. Like, every day. As a girl, of course, I'm prone to notice such things. I mean, I understand wearing the same pants or skirt more than once a week, but the exact same thing? For five days straight? I can't tell if they have five of the same shirts, or they wash them every night and then re-wear them, but just about every single guy here wears the same thing (not a uniform, their own thing), every day of the week.
Now, obviously, I don't care. I don't think it makes them any less of a person, I just find it curious. I'm horrified if I wear the same thing in a month (but, then again, I do happen to have mountains of clothing in my closet). Of course, when I go home, I've got a few standard "uniforms" I wear (read: lounge clothes). There's nothing better in the world than lounging around in your comfy clothes...which is maybe the point? Perhaps they're wearing comfy clothes to get through the drudgery of everyday life? But it's probably not as complicated as all that. They probably just don't care.
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Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Sammy The Stubborn Dog
I'm always amazed by the strong personality displayed by my seemingly innocent dog. If he doesn't want to eat, he won't. If he doesn't want to sit on that chair, he won't. If he doesn't to...well, you get the idea. I don't have to spell it out for you.
I'm also impressed by his ability to sleep anywhere at any time. Why don't I have that skill? I mean, look at him. He looks so peaceful and content. Right there. On the floor.
Pinky's Fandance - Jenny Mollen Biggs
Ever since I (finally) met the hysterical Jenny Mollen Biggs in person I've been wanting to create this amazing post wherein I compare all the ways we're alike. Of course, at the end I'd have to contrast the fact that I only pretend to be involved with / married to a celebrity, when she actually is, but no matter. I still contend that Jenny and I are BFFs who would totally laugh and bond and hang out if given a chance.Happy birthday, Jenny!
Screw You, Wells Fargo
So, get this - as if it weren't bad enough that my whole London trip was a debacle, when I FINALLY got my airline refund from Sundance London, it was short $20. Strange, I thought. I checked with the sender and they assured me they sent the full amount, but said maybe there was a conversion fee or something. Odd.
I tried calling the So-Unhelpful-He-Should-Be-Shot-And-Quartered-Customer-Service-Person yesterday and was dissatisfied to say the least. All I wanted to know was why it cost me $35 to receive money and his response was, "I don't understand the question." I said, "You don't understand the word 'Why'?" Finally, instead of my usual, "Thank you for NOTHING!" I told him, "You've been no help to me at all. Good-bye."
In summary, in case we're keeping tabs, not only did I have to pay for my passport, lose a week of wages, and pay for my lodging in London (that I didn't stay in), I'm also now having to pay an additional $35 just to get my money back for the flight which took me directly to a horrid holding cell in London for 18 ungodly hours. I've lost time, I've lost money, and I've lost my patience with this whole experience. Screw you, Wells Fargo!!!
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Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Going Collage Crazy
Costco has this amazing new service where you can select pictures to make into a photo collage and it'll create it with one click. Not only can you select the pictures, the layout, and the border color, but you can click on "arrange photos" and change it around until it looks like you want. Plus, it's really affordable - the largest size (which is 20' x 30' - like a poster) is only $8.99! How can you pass that by?
I rearranged my wall last night to coordinate my new Sam poster and my new super cute collages.
Pinky's Fandance - Robert Hays
Robert Hays played the pilot on the Airplane movies. When I saw him walk up to the ticket line at a recent play opening, I knew I recognized him, but couldn't place how until someone jogged my memory.
Yet Another Dating Disaster
Friends, I feel like I can talk to you openly and without judgment. Because of this, I'm going to share a little dating
story tragedy that happened over the weekend. Are you excited or what?!!?
So, on Saturday afternoon I was down on the beach with Sammy looking even more glorious than usual in full mis-matched sweats regalia (with the hood up over my unwashed face). Since there weren't a lot of dogs around for him to play with, I put him back on his leash and started to leave. He, however, had other plans. Near the edge of the beach sat this weird looking, crooked (he seriously looks lop-sided when he walks) dog, who never wants to play with Sammy, but, of course, Sammy loves. He jumped and jumped and jumped until I let him off his leash, so I finally caved and let him. The dog, of course, wanted nothing to do with Sammy, per usual, but I had fun talking to the dog's owner, who's a very nice lady and is just as amused by her dog's lack of interest in my hyper puppy.
So, we get to chatting and he invites me over for some drinks later. He stayed at the beach a bit longer, but said he might come by on his way back. He never showed. Still, I take a shower and get ready, determined to look like a normal person wearing make-up and a cute outfit when we meet again. His impression of me cannot be the walk-the-dog attire. That just won't do.
I get ready and grab Sammy to head down to New Boy's house. As we walk outside, Sammy sprints ahead to the street like he sees a cat or something. Strangely, it was New Boy sitting in his car right in front of my house (and, yes, only now that I'm typing this do I see how strange that sounds). Apparently he couldn't remember what number I said and had been trying all these places unsuccessfully looking for me. In fact, he went on to say that he'd told his friend he might never see me again and was upset about it. Interesting turn of events.
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