Say, are you worried about what to get your loved ones? Anxious over all the money you’re spending? Agonizing over which dress to wear to which fete? Concerned over commercialism? Why just CRUSH A WHOLE CRAPLOAD OF CANDY CANES. LIKE VERY AGGRESSIVELY WITH AN EMPTY WINE BOTTLE. Perhaps you’ll feel better. If not: sprinkle on fudge.
It takes some 50 people to make an episode of TV, and it is not expected, but say, monstrously appreciated, to somehow thank these people / bribe them with confections. Directress Zetna and I selected these massive cakes from a bakery in Burbank to bribe and thank our crew. Note that I am solely responsible for approximately 17% of the damage.
1.) Find the wine at the store.
2.) Is the wine under $20? Does the wine have screw top?
Y: Buy the wine.
N: Don’t buy the wine. Find wine with screw top. Buy that wine.
I have a very specific 7 am on set look which can only be described as orphaned Russian doll on her tenth cup of coffee. Matel should package and sell this look, complete with tiny plastic headset, optimism, bagel, satisfaction, and giant coat for when you sneak away and kind of sleep in your car.
Last night was one of those absurd sunsets that gives you pause, that pauses all work, that really makes you wonder why anything, anywhere, given the choice, would not be California.
Accepting opinions re: whether my preoccupation with Christmas Cheer is charming or COMPLETELY INSANE.
Left to my own devices, with my first VERY OWN CHRISTMAS TREE THAT IS JUST MINE AND THEREFORE I MAY TRIM IT AS I PLEASE WHILE ALSO WATCHING BACK TO THE FUTURE 3, I selected hues of gold, blue and brown; angels / snowflakes / balls. Nerry a red thing or candy cane on this gal’s tree. I can do whatever I want with my tree, because it’s my tree and I can cry if I want to in the dark while leering at it because it’s pretty (You would cry too if it happened to you.)