okay. i suck at lj-ing lately. (i am also peeved that lj has become a verb. much like "phone" has become a verb ...and like "covers" has become a noun. i am easily annoyed by modern english (the linguistic-sociological phenomenon, not the band.) i keep putting things off. and then i forget. and then i don't care anymore.
things i once planned on doing: a review of that play i saw in ny a few weeks ago (jesus christ, it feels like a YEAR ago already) and a somewhat different slant on what i see to be the hypocrisy of such a play (based on the casting). it's not a bad review. i just... it's much better explained at length. but then i tried and ended up rambling about the O.C. for a good two paragraphs so i gave up and decided that was not going to go any where good. (who the hell cares about the damn OC anymore anyway? i don't even care about it. (so that confusion about my strange compulsion to go on and ON about it coupled with my severe lack of disinterest in tha show in general made me not want to write the play review)). oh, and the fact the only other times in my life, i've even attempted such a thing was in like... grade 13 drama class. and really, highschool drama classes are a joke. (NO! I WILL NOT TAKE THIS LEMON AND MAKE WEIRD SOUNDS WITH IT. NO, THIS IS JUST A DAMN WATERBOTTLE. I REFUSE TO PRETEND IT IS ANYTHING BUT THAT BECAUSE SUCH EXERCISES ARE JUST COMPLETELY STUPID AND MAKE EVERYONE PARTICIPATING IN THEM LOOK EQUALLY RETARDED. IT IS NOT A GUITAR. IT IS NOT AN AIRPLANE. TOSS IT TO ME ONE MORE TIME AND I WILL THROW IT BACK AT YOUR HEAD. HARD. AND I AM NOT IN A RACECAR. AND I AM SICK OF ROLLING AROUND ON THE DIRTY FLOOR LIKE A SEIZURE CHILD IN SOME WEIRD AIM TO IMPRESS THE ANNOYING PERSON THAT CALLS HERSELF A DRAMA INSTRUCTOR. GIVE ME A DAMN SCRIPT AND LET'S DO SOME REAL ACTING, OKAY? PRETENDING TO BE A STAPLER IS NOT ACTING. THANK YOU....I think "Nothing" from 'A Chorus Line' sums up my life (then) pretty succinctly. Seriously.) really, the only good that ever did was prepare me for one audition where i had to stand on a chair and sing "you are my sunshine" as if i were a monster... *sigh* memories. humiliating, humiliating memories. wow. um. that came out of nowhere. (and university drama class wasn't much better, of course. but at least there we did a little more yoga...while reading Dr. Seuss.)
see? it is reasons like the above that explain why i am completely incapable of writing reviews of things. A-D-D. give me some ritalin so i can get addicted to taking drugs at 8 years of age. or, like, verbal diarrhea where i fool myself into thinking that random strangers on the internet care in the least about my less than impressive forays into drama in high school.
okay back on topic. things i meant to do but now feel too lazy to actually do:
posting a boston legal fic. but now i hate it. it is too sappy and melodramatic. i could get away with that in O.C. land. not in BL land. (i am purposely ignoring the strange grammatical turn i took between that colon and this paragraph.)
and on that topic, a diatribe of nasty proportions about the mud-slinging against talented actors and then the firing of said actors, and how all that is related to the fact that the writing and direction of the show they USED to be on is completely responsible because in reality, said actors are very, VERY good and just horribly misused(abused even). gah. mark valley is far too hot not to be on my tv every week.
but what worries me (and this too was going to be a blog in itself) i am slowly losing interest in TV. every season there is less and less i care about. this year i merely had: corner gas, black donnellys, veronica mars, boston legal, the office. i tried without a trace for a while but i hate so much about the things it chooses to be. loathe. stupid ass show. cancel that crapfest, not black donnellys.
i also had a SHORT rant about that show. not so much the cancellation (because seriously, who DIDN'T see that one coming? it was a well-written, well-acted, well-scored, low-rated show on NBC for godsake. WHERE IS MY 'ED' COMPLETE SERIES ON DVD, NBC? You bastards.)
you know what? someone who will remain nameless just got into a relationship that creeps my shit out. (ew, that's a weird image). i really wonder about some people. like celine dion. OH GOD WHY DID I JUST SAY HER NAME? *shudder* she's like...no, stop talking. 20 vs 40. *sigh* i just don't know about certain people and what they are thinking (or perhaps not thinking).
oh yes, and finally. i learnt
"forgiveness" by patty griffin today. it's only been like 5 years since i fell in love with that song. if you do not know this song, you are a good-music illiterate. (of course, nearly every single one of her songs is love.)
(also, i hate so much about
alexandra patsavas. stop putting all my indie music on grey's anatomy you biznatch. how are we supposed to be all "indie" and super-snob-elite if everyone knows and loves our music? there is no such thing as indie anymore thanks to you, ms. p. go spend some more time choosing randomly inappropriate music for without a trace. seriously. bad. i am not just bitter because you have the best job in the world. (hmm, next to being a tornado chaser. or pro-surfer. or photographer. or like...beach bum.) stop having such good taste and forcing it on every grey's anatomy fan ever. (what's hilarious is she also did "skin". hahaha. i shouldn't laugh, but oh my, even if olivia wilde is in it, does not mean it is good. example: "skin". terrible.)
so jealous.
so seriously finally. my nails keep breaking. sucks. i know look like i have a nervous disorder and chew my nails. so gross.
okay. and one more:
patty griffin is better than youoh and i meant to also post about my random roadtrip in northern ontario for no particular reason. have you swam with polar bears? yeah. i thought not.
ps. i keep dreaming about eating baked beans and driving to germany (though not at the same time). please explain.