Could someone please explain to me what the heck is going on in China??? In the last month, there have been four separate attacks on preschoolers by middle aged men. Men have been stabbing and attacking these kids with hammers. The latest then lit himself on fire. The 3rd attacker blamed it on recent ‘romantic frustrations.’ The first attacker has already been executed. I don’t understand how you get from ‘romantically frustrated’ to ‘killing kids.’ Something about being EXTREMELY pissed off at their innocence? Their potential? Wanting what you cannot have?? Whatever it is, I certainly hope it STOPS, and soon, and how.
Did I mention that working on Naked Radio has been REALLY FUN?
We had our first official recording session last night. Friendship! Banter! Inside (and outside) jokes? A character named Bekah who yells things like ‘muffins!!!!’ TEQUILA SHOTS!
Wait, what? Oh my.
It’s been ALMOST a month since I quit my job, so I figured I’d reflect upon my new life. But honestly, it hasn’t felt totally weird or different. I think I really really easily adapt to change and make it my new normal. I am like some sort of lizard? Or fish? But if were to think about it and make a list: small changes include: Newfound appreciations of cereal, running, tea, a somehow MESSIER room / home office place, a tendency to actually LOOK SOMETHING OVER before I turn it in, less tired, more happy, but complete with slight financial panic and pressure. The good kind? The good kind.
The Highline is really beautiful and neat. I finally made it up there. I mean, who has time to ‘stroll???’ Now, I do. And i like this. Tourists, The Highline is a new park thing in Chelsea / meatpacking district place – Old elevated subway tracks converted into a really lovely public park. And well, here are some pictures of it. I’m super sharp today. Because in the spirit of doing things I wouldn’t normally get to do – staying out til one drinking blueberry vodka also seemed like a very good idea, AT THE TIME.
I am such a loser when it comes to structure. I am all, what? I’ve been helping doctor the book for this really great summer camp love story musical, Camp Wanatachi. And it’s been immensely helpful to story board the plot all over the walls of my apartment! Director Matt’s idea, and a great one. When you’re working on something, you are INSIDE of it, therefore you can no longer see it, unless you get sassy and specific with notecards. It kind of makes me want to work this way, all the time, ESP when it comes to musicals and movies. Ms. Mary, we should totally do this.
I just received a giant box of old movies!!! YES! I completely forgot they were en route. I’ve been working with this great company Yarn Films which pairs NY playwrights with LA directors to create screenplays – kind of bridging that gap if you will. My director Better Half has suggested all of these films, as our project is a crumbling love story of sorts. If you need me, I will be happily buried beneath these.
Hidden Valley Ranch has been running this really creepy commercial: a county fair at which all of the food is vegetables, and children eat and love all of it, as it is bathed in buckets of Ranch. Right? No. NO. Don’t get me wrong, I love Ranch. Oh My. I love it so so much (again: my Dad and I, related) and I would put it on everything and maybe even wash my hair with it a little bit if I could but it is SO BAD FOR YOU! You might as well rub a funnel cake on your face. I tend to rarely get ‘THIS IS WHAT’S WRONG WITH AMERICA’ but it’s time like this (and also mid-toaster streudel commercials) when my inner fat kid becomes ENRAGED.
Also mmmmm. Ranch.
Sisters Blaine and Carrie are encouraging me to train to run this half marathon with them in Vegas in December. (We 3 were last in Vegas in our 19/20′s when we drove there from NC and stayed at the Paris Las Vegas and didn’t get to gamble or anything, and I recall us swimming under an eiffel tower and I recall us getting in a fight about something. What? Tacoes? Gas? Probably.)
And you know what? I think I might do it. The halfie. I’ve been running a bit, like I never thought I could, and it kinda makes me feel like I could do anything. Or at least run a few miles? Or 13????????? I’m going to attempt to stay motivated. All I need is some cadillac-esque running shoes, some weirdly shaped bootie running short things, some better headphones, and a continued sense of optimism.