Je bought this ridiculous(ly soft and wonderful) shirt, and in doing so, I most likely offend every actual French person there is and ever was. EXCUSEZ MOI / NOT EXCUSEZ MOI.
The Secret The Movie! was announced this week, and there’s already a fair amount of snark surrounding it. It’s going to be silly, why would they do this, the people working on it believe in fairies, etc. Reading said snark, I felt like a person who’d never looked at the internet before. I like, wait, these people are saying mean things and they don’t even KNOW me I mean how DARE they, I mean what do THEY know, oh, right, the internet. It’s funny that there is already negativity surrounding a project that’s all about the opposite. I had a moment about it, but will henceforth toughen up my skin,and comfort myself with these facts:
- I’m really proud of what I wrote. I think it’s a great story. It’s not cynical like most things are today, but it’s hopeful. And I’m proud of that.
- I know I did my absolute best.
- I like to make lists. I will always have lists.
- I will also most likely take $ from the movie and buy myself a house with a garden. I will visualize this very house. Haters, feel free to hate.
- Possibly reading this post right now
YOU OTHER SHIRTS CAN’T DENY
CAUSE WHEN A GIRL WALKS IN
IN A SOFT GRAY SHIRT
WITH THE WORDS ALL IN YOUR FACE
YOU GET SPRUNG
……Should I continue?
I write for TV now, but I do NOT have a big head about it.
I in fact have a VERY TINY AND VERY CREEPY DISEMBODIED HEAD.
I just checked myself, before I, you know, wrecked myself, to make sure, but I have YET TO REALLY BLOG ABOUT THE KILROYS. Apparently there have been way more important things like LOOK AT THIS PIE! and I CLEANED MY CLOSET! But honestly, being a part of this group is one of the best things I did in 2014. We’re a group of LA based playwrights, producers, and Lit Managers, and we came together to solve a single problem: gender parity in the theater. (You can read more about us HERE.) As Obama pointed out, it’s 2015 you guys! And women are still not getting paid the same as men for doing the same job. Similarly, there are just as many women writing plays as there are dudes, and yet still, when you look at the numbers, at the season announcements of major theaters throughout the US — the data is pretty bleak. It’s still mostly men getting their plays produced.
So, we created a survey, sent it out to hundreds of theater professionals, asked them to recommend their favorite un or underproduced plays by women they read in the last year, and created a list of the TOP UN OR UNDERPRODUCED PLAYS BY WOMEN, so that Artistic Directors could have, well, a list to peruse, and no longer be able to say, when asked why they don’t produce women, ‘Well, there just aren’t any good ones.’ We’re currently sifting through feedback we got after last year’s list, trying to figure out how to do it bigger and better this time around. I’ve never considered myself an activist. I don’t know a lot about a lot. I wrote a whole play about how I don’t understand Global Warming. There are so many unfair and terrible things happening in the world, it can be overwhelming. But, lesson: what we all can do, is rally around a single cause that we are passionate about, that involves what we do, what we love, and affect small but ultimately meaningful changes. Lesson OUT.
From the Kilroy’s retreat in Ojai! We are plotting world domination / snacking / petting dogs.
I would like to go on record as the 9,869,342nd person to ever make that joke. OH, HI!
Today, I like this poem.
I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn’t,
So I jumped in and sank.
I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn’t a-been so cold
I might’ve sunk and died.
But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!
I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.
I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn’t a-been so high
I might’ve jumped and died.
But it was High up there! It was high!
So since I’m still here livin’,
I guess I will live on.
I could’ve died for love–
But for livin’ I was born
Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry–
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.
Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!
I heard this headline on NPR this AM and nearly drove off the ROAD. Guys, turns out there is a pro golfer lady named Brooke Pancake, and she is the new face of the Waffle House. I guess the Waffle House CEO was like GUYS I HAVE THE BEST IDEA. I KNOW PEOPLE KEEP GETTING MURDERED IN OUR PARKING LOTS, BUT LETS TURN THIS AROUND, MKAY?
Here she is.
Is this her real name? What was her childhood like? Does she like pancakes? Does she sometimes skip breakfast? Does she have a small storage space full of pancake things friends have given her for Christmas? If she got married would she keep her name? Does she have a small dog named Lil Pancake? Is she happy? Is she real?