winter

Wisconsin Weather Wednesday


Current Temperature: Approx -5°F

Current Windchill: Approx -20°F

Current Wardrobe Includes: Socks, leggings, leg warmers, jeans, long sleeved t-shirt, short sleeved t-shirt, fleece jacket, giant puffy coat, scarf, hat, gloves

Current Brain Bending Question: WHY DID PEOPLE EVER SETTLE HERE OMG WHAT WHAT WHY I KNOW IT IS SUPER BEAUTIFUL ALL THE TIME EVEN WHEN THE STARK STABBING FINGERS OF WINTER GRIP THE COUNTRYSIDE WITH SNOW AND DEATH AND TWINKLY REFLECTIVE MAJESTY BUT YOU GUYS THIS IS RIDICULOUS SERIOUSLY MORE OF US SHOULD BE SNOWBIRDS WHAT EVEN IS HAPPENING AND THIS IS NOT EVEN THE COLDEST IT WILL GET THIS WINTER WHAAAAAT???

“I’m not a baby. I’m a tumor.”


Hellgirl

I’m home alone watching Hellboy II: The Golden Army and it just doesn’t feel right. This is the kind of movie you watch with friends! Not shivering by yourself on your couch with a walrus of few words. :S

Ooh– what’s this? A bag of Sun Chips from the old man? Nevermind! All is well! :D

selma_blair1I have to say that as much as I love Ron Perlman in these Hellboy movies, the real surprise to me is how much I like Selma Blair in them. And no, Mr. or Ms. Snarkypants, it is not just because in these movies she’s often on fire.

For the most part I could take her or leave her as an actress. I don’t think she’s bad, I just don’t think she’s often very… interesting. Not in the pictures she generally chooses, anyhow. But I really like her in these movies. I don’t know what it is that she’s doing differently here, but I dig it.

Wait wait wait– So I just Googled her and– is her web site really called “Spunky”?!? Oh and seriously? Skip Feast of Love. It sucks. Hard core. Really really bad. And predictable. And boring. And played out. Just awful. Something in the trailer- God only knows what, at this point- caught my eye so I added it to my Blockbuster queue and oh God. No. Just so bad.

I saw her in a short film on YouTube this summer and enjoyed her performance in it. Kind of an odd one. Worth a watch if you have the time.

Art… Almost

I recently engaged in an extremely (to me, anyway!) thought-provoking conversation about art, theatre, acting, where I think theatre is headed, why I enjoy acting, why I’m into doing community productions, etc. etc. etc. Very interesting conversation. I’d like to have conversations like that more often. A lot more often. I need to talk these things through. I need to hear what other people think in as specific of words as possible, and I need to hear myself say what I think because until I hear it myself say my thoughts out loud I often don’t realize how stupid some of the things I’m thinking really are. ;P

But I have to say that as much fun as I had, I left the conversation feeling like all I’d done was prove myself to be an over-confident cad, and a fool with no real opinions grounded in anything more than my own closed minded view of performing. Though I’d been listened to, engaged with, and spoken to as though I might actually have something to say that was worth hearing, I left feeling like I needed more time so I could defend myself and my kiddie opinions. So I could justify my immature responses. So I could clarify my aimless ramblings by perhaps rambling aimlessly a bit longer.

So many things I hadn’t thought of before. So many things I don’t have any real responses for, or don’t know what my opinion is on them, because I haven’t ever been asked for my opinion before. The whole time it was like just discovering what I really thought, even though surely I must’ve thought it all along.

I could get into some of it here, but to be totally honest I’m just too bloody distracted by Hellboy and its use of The Eels to say anything of substance about the arts so I’m leaving it alone for now.

But I’ll come back to it! Eventually! I promise!

All in the Family

winter-walrusGetting Alfred- it counts; he’s family- all geared up for winter. We’re supposed to get a foot or more of snow in the next couple days, and when you’re only 7″ tall, that’s a heck of a lot of white, fluffy stuff to have to learn to navigate. I’m trying to teach him about heat loss through the head, but I get this feeling like he’s just not listening to me. I’m bigger than him, though, so when I say it’s hat time, it’s hat time.

Watched an episode of “The Closer” with my folks tonight. Made me want to shoot the TV. I was stopped only by the adorable weight of a sleeping dog in my lap which I could not bear to disturb, and my lack of a gun. I’ve seen episodes of this show before and been able to handle it, but tonight? Tonight everything every character did either made no sense or was just so flat out obnoxious to witness that it made the show utterly unwatchable. I think that show may’ve just run its course with me. Kyra Sedgwick’s annoying lips, the frustrating writing, the intolerable characters… I’m sorry, TNT. But it’s over.

Xmas

And now? A new, must-watch Christmas classic:

My family is celebrating Christmas this Saturday. Mimi’s coming to town tomorrow afternoon, hopefully arriving before the snow really starts to fall. Don’t know what our plans are specifically aside from a turkey dinner on Saturday evening, followed by… um… Geez. Really just don’t know. Wish I had some good board games or something to bring over. Or a good movie. Or– or a bottle of Tanqueray.

*gurgle*

I’m only still writing because the movie is still playing and I can’t just sit and watch. But I also can’t subject you to any more of this… this. My apologies, dudes.

In conclusion: I have a new remote control and can now go back to watching DVD special features.

Somebody’s got a case of the Tuesdays


The Good

I’m not exercising my right to bare arms until the divet on my bicep heals. I couldn’t even watch them work on me; it was just too gross. On the plus side- they pumped my upper arm so full of juice I wouldn’t feel it if an F-150 swiped it right now.

moleFor those just tuning in: About two months ago this *thing* suddenly appeared on my upper right arm. It didn’t hurt or itch or anything, and it was very small. Just this teeeeeeny little red scratch-like deal. That bled. A lot. Over the past two months it got bigger and bled more. No explanation. No previous mark of any kind prior to its appearance. There was just… nothing, and then there was something.

Through the connections of a bunch of wonderful people, most of whom I barely know and many of whom I never even met, I was able to get in for free to see a dermatologist this afternoon where I had the *thing* looked at, numbed, and cut out, with the ravine left in its wake cauterized so we all got to enjoy the scent of my burning flesh. I’ll find out in about two weeks when the biopsy results come back if this thing was cancerous or not. :S

The Bad

Speaking of things swiping me, I *might* have been robbed, but I’m not sure…

hamburglarEvery apartment in my building gets a storage unit in the garage. For a long time the wood around the lock on my storage unit was busted– apparently the previous tenant forgot the combo to their lock and decided that instead of cutting the lock off they’d just BREAK THE DOOR to get to their stuff– so I couldn’t keep anything in there very secure since not only could I not lock the unit, I couldn’t even get it to stay closed. For that reason I only ever kept empty boxes in there.

The door was eventually fixed, and I picked up a padlock so I could begin moving things in. I never did get around to putting the lock on, though, because I ended up never actually bringing anything down there except for more empty boxes.

I think.

I feel like I remember a friend of mine helping me bring down a few big Rubbermaid bins last winter, but I can’t be entirely sure if there was anything in them or if they were just helping me get some bulky, empty containers out of my way. I have a call in to him and his wife asking if they have any recollection of that favor, but I haven’t heard back from them yet so I don’t know for certain.

The *headdesk* part, the part that made this potential but as yet unverified theft possible, is that I still never did put the padlock onto the door. I don’t have any good excuse for why I never did that. I just… didn’t.

2244-blue-mist_smIf I did bring down any containers they were most likely just full of winter clothes and things like that, so there  was nothing of tremendous value lost to whoever (may have) robbed me. But, you know: It’s my stuff, and if it’s worth it to me to keep it then it’s got some value at least. Especially these days when I’m in no financial position to be out replacing things.

So now here I sit unsure if I actually put anything in there or not (because I still have several filled bins and boxes up here in my apartment and don’t know how many I had to begin with), and unable to really verify if I did or not until I hear back from the friends who helped me.

If it turns out that my things were, in fact, stolen, I plan on posting some notes around the building asking for the person(s) who removed boxes/bins from storage unit #17 to please replace them or leave them outside of my apartment door, no questions asked.

I need winter clothes. I’m frizeeeeeezing in here!! It’s 32 degrees outside, and about 56 degrees inside.

Dude: I need a job. O_O Speaking of which…

The Ugly

I’m registered with three different staffing companies and a talent agency, and applying for 3-4 jobs online every day, but still no luck in the ol’ Employment arena. I find this puzzling, to say the absolute least. I’m qualified, I’m honest, I’m loyal, I’m nice (enough), I bathe daily, and I’m available. I know the market is really rough right now, but… but… I still just don’t get it!

dilbert-02Basically: I find it impossible to believe I’m that much less qualified than people already filling positions out there that I know I could do. I mean– think of how many doofuses you work with. (And I know you work with at least a few or else “Dilbert” would never have become as popular as it is.) These are the people you work with who are so annoying and so inept that you complain about them on a daily basis to your significant other, your friends, your family, your bank teller, your grocery bagger… These are the people you know are going to get fired if the boss catches them screwing up, or screwing around, even just one more time.

So here I sit shivering in an apartment I can’t afford to heat, surrounded by furniture I’m taking pictures of so I can sell it on Craig’s List, asking myself: Am I really less suited to be your coworker than people everyone complains about and whose contributions are substandard? Really?!

*Meh*scellaneous #1

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I wrapped my bedroom window in plastic yesterday. One of those 3M Scotch tape window insulator kits. I bought it after last winter for $5 bucks on sale. I don’t know if it’s helping or not, though.

I washed the window frame, let it dry, applied the tape- and pressed firmly!- cut the plastic to size, smoothed it onto the tape, tugged out any wrinkles… and then listened to it pop off as the pressure from the wind coming through the closed window loosened it.

(Series of Expletives Deleted)

At this point I’m kind of wondering if it’s worth it to attempt to insulate the window in the guest room since it’s just as drafty and therefore likely to have similar problems. I’ve been keeping the blinds drawn in there and the bedroom and closet doors closed and hoping for the best. Brrrrrrr!!!

*Meh*scellaneous #2

The show I’m in closes this Sunday. I had a great time with this cast and am really going to be sad to see this one end. Not to mention the fact that there’s really nothing I want to audition for until February, and that’s a long time to be off the boards, you know? Here’s hoping that aud works in my favor or I am going to be one bored little girl come this Spring.

08_7_noisesoffThere are really only two shows coming up in the area that I’m looking at auditioning for this Spring, and one of them is likely to have just about the fiercest competition I’ve ever seen. It’s a popular show at a popular community theatre and everyone I know who does comedy is already gunning for a role in it.

I’d be happy taking an added-in part of Assistant to the Assistant to the Assistant Stage Manager and run a Canadian cross or two with a clipboard if that’s the only way I could get into this thing. It just sounds like such a blast.

If only they’d allow me to do the casting. Got a few good ideas up my sleeve… (JIM!!! MATTHEW!!! RICK!!! HINT HINT HINT!!!!!!!)

*Meh*scellaneous #3

You know what else sounds like a blast? A Filet o’ Fish meal. Or maybe just some chicken noodle soup and a pb&j while finishing “The Name of the Rose.” Now if I can just convince myself to get out from under the covers and remove my hat, coat, and scarf long enough to make them… Brrrrrrrr!!!!!