All right, now that the initial panic has devolved into something resembling teeth-clenching stubbornness, I'm going to babble for a bit. Brace yourselves.

( Ruminations on art, careers in art, and what the hell I can do to make some dosh, dammit. )

What is with this week?!

Bahahahahahah I've finally figured out how to take screenshots with the built-in Mac DVD player!

*Makes 8 bajillion icons.*

Oh my lord, I went and bought Rock Band last night.

I have druuuuums. And no idea if they're cross-compatible with GH: World Tour. :V

Life lesson: Fuck Dreamchip. Right in her peroxide permed ear.

PS: I'm on Twitter. No I don't crosspost, I refuse. Twitter handle = Cheezdanish, surprise surprise.

Happy Memorial Day.

Remember and be thankful.

I am trying so hard to avoid Star Trek discussion until I see it tonight.

THIS IS PROVING TO BE DIFFICULT.

My dad, my dad! Would not shut up about it yesterday. I'm all "DAD NO SPOILERS!" and he's all "o okay oh man wait 'til you see what Zach Quinto did with Spock it's just so cool, see he's all..." "DADDY! STOP!"

But it is soothing to know that my raging nerdiness is genetic. My dad still has the original Burger King Star Wars glass tumblers in a box somewhere. He's also got a buttload of Trek merchandise, like pins and books. I wouldn't be surprised if he has Trek spec scripts floating around on his computer. I wouldn't be surprised at all.

Haha, I get the fanfic gene from my dad.

Well, Flintstone Kids is finally up on YouTube.

Do I see a dime of residuals? HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA






















>:(

...Shit, Moondreamers too.

Ugh. Last night was an unpleasant dreams night.

I think I was having night terrors, or something, because I could have sworn that I was wide awake and there was something in bed with me, and I was thrashing around and wailing and screaming. Like, full-on, horror movie, Janet Leigh taking her last shower screaming.

And it wasn't until I woke up, perfectly still and drenched in sweat, that I realized that I hadn't been screaming at all, but it was all a dream. I spent a good thirty seconds wondering if my eyes were actually open and I was actually seeing the wall next to my bed or if I was still dreaming. Totally disorienting.

Then I fell back asleep and it started up again, and went on for what seemed like hours. I even thought at one point that I'd woken up DEL! and she was standing next to my bed, shaking my shoulder and trying to calm me down.

That was also part of the dream.

My brain is not a pleasant place to live, sometimes.

Thoughts on X-Men Origins: Wolverine:

...Deadpool no. :(

( A more in-depth, spoiler-type review. )

QUICK

INTERNETS

I NEED THE XZIBIT PICTURE

YO DAWG

BUT BLANK WITHOUT ANY TEXT ON IT YET

...what.

( ...Never mind. Found it. )

The Rand Institute's Brook points out that, to Rand, selfishness did not mean disengagement from the world or sociopathy. "Rational self-interest, egoism, in Ayn Rand's perception is not being Bernie Madoff, not thinking short-term and satisfying just whims, and cheating and lying and stealing," he said. "It is about pursuing what's truly in your rational, long-term self-interest, figuring out what's good for you, without exploiting, taking advantage, without stealing from other people, without sacrificing from other people to yourself.

"But also," he added, "without sacrificing yourself to other people."

OH MY GOD THANK YOU YARON BROOK

Granted, this came at the very very bottom of the CNN article, but still.

Bahaha, an article about Ayn Rand and Atlas Shrugged on the front page of CNN. Lawlz.

I was supposed to go with Andy to Star Trek last night...but at around 5, just as I was getting ready to go on my last tram of the day, I was swamped with an out-of-nowhere bout of nausea and dizziness. My ears were ringing, my knees went out from under me, and I broke out into a cold, clammy sweat.

Fortunately, one of my coworkers was nearby as I hit the deck, so they were able to call management, etc.

About thirty minutes later, I was fine. Shaky, but fine.





...It's swine flu, I know it.

Ooh, forgot to mention this the other day.

Jon Lovitz is opening up a comedy club on CityWalk next month. I'm very excited for this, because 1) comedy club closer to home than the Improv or the Comedy Store; 2) free parking for me at said closer to home etc.; 3) Jon Lovitz is the MAN.

And I happened to run into him the other night as I was leaving work. :3 He was heading down an escalator as I was heading up the other side. So I asked him:

"Jon! When's your club opening? I'm really excited for it!"

"Soon! We're gonna have an employee night, too!"

"Rock on!"

"See ya there!"

I love my job.

Red Dwarf on Dave shatters ratings records.

Beat Dr. Who (which, granted, was a repeat) and American Idol.

This bodes well for a proper Series IX. :D

Well, as always, there's a lot of negative fan reaction to Red Dwarf Back To Earth floating about. ( SPOILERS! )

Please, please, please let the DVDs sell well...and let there be a proper series IX.

...I'm seriously debating polishing up my old idea for "Silicon Hell" and writing a spec script. >_> They'd never accept it in a billion years, but I must TRY.

ICON

ICON

ICON

spacemonkeyluvn, you're amazing.

Oh and Happy Easter. :3

Summation of the last few months, via my LJ entries:

Money woes, amusing kitten anecdote, Red Dwarf squealing, work woes, more Red Dwarf squealing, not-so-amusing kitten anecdote, further Red Dwarf squealing, money woes, Watchmen babble, WoW babble.

.........holy crap, I might as well be posting to Facebook. I'm sorry, guys, that I'm so banal and inane. I actually do have some deep thoughts, I promise. They're lurking about somewhere around here, I'm just not feeling up to wrestling them into the cages of words and playing idea taxidermy for display on LJ.

Seriously, though, I thought Back To Earth was wonderful. I need that dress she wore. O_O What a Halloween costume THAT would be.

...Oh, and I finished my taxes. Big fat refund headed my way. Hot damn.

........Oh Rimmer, I missed you so.

I totally started crying when the end credits rolled. Goddamn I'm a nerd.

Today is the day.

Work is going to DRAG today.

Due to DNS fuckery, LJ has been down for me since about 2 this afternoon.

Happy to report I was able to hold off the DTs due to this:

( New Back To Earth vid. )

Four days until new Red Dwarf.

:D

I got a full five days on the schedule this next week.

I'm so relieved I could cry.

In other news, Ticky is now the proud owner of Soft Paws. They're clear and he's like "wtf is this even?" Tried to take a swipe at my hand last night and, seriously, the look on his face was hilarious. You could SEE the little kitty gears turning. Wait a cotton pickin' minute, she's supposed to be screaming and bleeding right now! Something's not right here....

Only problem is that getting them put on by the vet cost a ridiculous amount of money. So I'm thinking from now on I get 'em on myself....after shoving a kitty downer down his ikkle throat.

I have triumphed over a kitten. I am strong overlord.

AUGH

TO BE IN BIRMINGHAM ON 4/9/09

THERE'S A RED DWARF CAST MEET AND GREET WITH EVERYBODY except craig the wanker AND CARBUG WILL BE THERE TOO

SOMEBODY FLY ME OUT THERE

OR FLY THE CAST HERE TO LA

I'M EASY EITHER WAY

...Also, new preview movie up on the ARG Red Dwarf site.

RIMMER: I hate her!
LISTER: I like her, I like her a lot.

ME: *spazzflail giggle*

Speaking during a break in filming the Back To Earth specials at Shepperton Studios Craig said: "I wondered hard if we're too fat and old and grey and past it?

"Can we recapture the magic?

"Can I feign interest as Chris talks me through the orgasmic delight of stripping down the engine of 1963 Bentley and putting it back together?

"Then there's Robert with his production company and his fingers in pies and his endless enthusiasm for new technology and his overbearing decency and puppydog niceness which makes you want to stroke him with a mallet.

"And then there's Danny. I decide that if he mentions any court cases, his or mine, the mallet's definitely coming out."

*insane 4:00 AM giggling*

now would be a good time for a nap

ni ni

My cat has an evil twin.

Or, wait, is TICKY the evil twin?

Oh, right, they're both evil.

Confidential to ladybrick:

I'll be the one with the blonde hair, glasses, and a black t-shirt with a psychedelic faerie on the front.

As we've already established my dorkitude, why not top it off with faeries?

EDIT:

LB, I hope you see this...Turns out I'm off at SIX so I should be at the restaurant at 7:00ish. :3

Ah shit.

There's a contest going on.

For Red Dwarf: Back To Earth.

One of the prizes is Rimmer's "H."

The prizes are allocated randomly, so I have about a 1 in 9 billion chance of winning, but I signed up anyway.

Of course, I'd rather win Rimmer's "S" WHOA HO HO you see what I did thar.

EDIT:
Happy Birthday Mr. Barrie!!

I have spontaneously developed a crippling infatuation with Denis Leary in Rescue Me, simply because of this poster floating around town.

Dear FX Network, your advertising worked, well done, I hate you.
Bitsy.

I mean, seriously, came out of nowhere. I was pretty much indifferent to him two weeks ago, now I'm obsessively watching all of his routines on YouTube and wanting to go get all the Rescue Me DVDs. That poster above is now my desktop. The sideburns.....fffffffffff I want to lick him.

Up at 4 AM, coughing, because I was dumb and forgot to take my Claritin yesterday. :|

It's amazing. I skip one day, all the crud and goo and snot accumulates in my chest and good bye sleep.

Grand.

Just watched the first episode of Kings, aaaaaaand I think I'm hooked.

Crapdammit.

(I'm already halfway in love with Prince Jack. He's pretty. And King Silas is just....purely awesome and badass.)

...Ahgawd, there's even a backstory website.

Doomed. The alternate-history/universe fangirl in me has awoken.

WE COULD MAKE A MILLION BY SLICING HIM, DICING HIM.

Wonder of wonder, miracle of miracles: I actually worked five days in a row this week. At UCS.

Yeah, I know. It's like I have a job or something.

So, just to refresh memories:

On 3/8 I predicted that Watchmen would make $5 million its second weekend.

I am very often right.

Of course, that's only through today, but I do not imagine that that number will be significantly boosted on Sunday. Maybe add another 1-2 mil. Maybe.

Further, I predicted on 1/11 that this would spell the end of the epic comic book movie. Just sayin'. :/ Sometimes I hate being right about this stupid town.

There's this little something my dad calls, "The Secret of the Sausage." And there's a story that goes along with it, as to how he came up with that phrase.

It is as follows:

When my dad was a little boy, growing up in Wyoming, his father, a local, colorful personality, would invite over his very good friends (i.e.; most of the men in town who could hold their liquor) for some poker and sandwiches and booze. One of these good friends happened to be the town butcher. Who was, of course, drunk this particular evening. "C'mere, Bobby!" he slurred.

My dad, at 7, hated being called Bobby. That was too kiddie.

The butcher put a big arm around Bobby's shoulders and leaned into his face, reeking of whiskey.

"Bobby, you wanna know the secret of the sausage?"

No. No he did not. But he could not stop the secret of the sausage from sallying forth.

"Here it is, free. If you want your customers to keep buying sausage, don't tell them what goes into it."

Tah-dah.

( How this relates to Fandom. And sausages. )

My mom calls it 'dance space.' It's defined as a sense of awareness of the other people around you. It can also be stretched to define an awareness of events unfolding around you.

And I am fully convinced that it no longer exists anywhere in this city. Perhaps not even this country.

I cannot even begin to tell you of all the stories/anecdotes that have worked to bring me to that point. Working in a theme park, I see that this behavior is everywhere. I mean, seriously. Why do people look up into the sky randomly as they're walking somewhere on the grounds of a theme park? Why do they keep walking while they're taking pictures? Why do they stop in the middle of a crowded through-way, strollers, large bags and all, to pull out their park map?

And more than that; driving in Los Angeles is a terrific and terrifying lesson in lack of dance space.

At first, I was tempted to call it selfishness. The bad sort of selfishness, the kind that includes in the definition the notion that others must be sacrificed to self. But the more I watched, and the more I learned, I realized it was the exact, exact opposite.

They have no selves to be selfish with.

The people who have no dance space are totally oblivious to everything, even (in extreme cases) their own safety.

And what's truly horrifying to me is that there really is no way to teach dance space. Oh, you can teach manners, and how to avoid being victimized, and how to drive defensively, but none of that will add up to this necessary self-awareness.

Sometimes I just want to shake people rapidly back and forth and scream JEEEZUS PAY ATTENTION WILL YOU?

Also, my internet's been out ALL DAY and it only just got back.

Barbaric. It's like living without plumbing.

Thoughts on Watchmen:

She was horrible and her boobs kept changing size. This bothered me deeply.

I cannot handle that much blood and gore. There were several points last night where I wanted to vomit. Please don't discuss it here. Even thinking too hard about it makes me urk.

Forty minute digressions work for comic books. They do not work for movies.

The big blue wang was distracting.

Gorgeous art direction, though. The Veidt building was perfect. The Owl ship was perfect. The dirty NYC was perfect.

The ending worked for me, honestly. Although one of my friends said that the reason it was changed was to avoid any 9/11 comparisons. To which I say, uh, no. There was plenty of it to compare to in THIS version. Hell, more. I think it's just 'cuz a giant Space Squid would be too over the top, even for this movie.

Speaking of over the top: Jeeeeezus that sex scene went on forever. It wasn't sexy at all. That was middle-core porn.

Jackie Earl Haley was excellent, though. So was Patrick Wilson. And holy hell, Matt Frewer! There's an '80s blast from the past.

Eh. It was okay. Not great, not even good, but not bad either. Just okay.

Prediction: $40 mil opening weekend, $5 mil next weekend. This is going to be considered a giant flop, and the WB accountants will clench sphincters over it for years to come.

Waking up at 4 AM really does nothing for my general demeanor.

What the...?

"Do you want to allow third parties to republish your LJ entries?"

UM NO

Damn it, LJ, stop trying to be all Web2.0 and just stop with all these stupid 'features.'

You wanna give us useful features? How about a la carte userpicks, like you've been discussing for years? Or, double trouble, coding that doesn't cause the site to randomly have the Halloween theme in March? Ooh, I know, you could make the damn scrapbook somewhat user friendly! I know, that's a lot to ask for, but hey.

Uh oh.

The Tap (sorta) is going on tour.

They're playing the Wiltern on 4/26.

I...am going to have to go. >_>

I hope tickets aren't crazy expensive (FUCK YOU TICKETMASTER!)

...Why don't I have a Spinal Tap icon?

I am eating chocolate cake for breakfast.

In b/4 Bill Cosby jokes.

I didn't know Terry Pratchett got knighted.

This makes me so silly happy. I'm grinning like a doof over here.

OH SHIT SON



Welp, I'm just about all geeked out. Ain't no way this could possibly get cooler. I'll be over here, fanning myself.

I need an MP3 of this. I need it like burning. I don't even LIKE ALW but holy crap this rocks.

In other news, Ticky just injured me in a way that I never thought he could. I'm used to the short little scratches on the backs of my hands and on my legs. Part of owning a clawed cat. I survive.

Just now, he got his head stuck in his food reservoir. (It's like a little bucket on a dish, works via gravity, awesome easy.) He knocked it off the dish and onto his head it went. I was alerted to this predicament by his INSANE FREAK OUT THRASHING AND YOWLING in the other room. I jumped up, tried to grab him to get it off, and he scratched me from the tip of my right index finger, all the way DOWN said finger, and to the bottom of the other side of my palm.

OW.

BLEEDING COPIOUSLY IS NOW.

I had to put six bandaids on my right hand to stanch the blood! :D I look like a damn plastic mummy.

He is going to get the Soft Paws put on the SECOND I have transportation. B| Fucking cat.

Andy took me to the Academy Awards Science and Technical Awards dinner and ceremony this last Saturday night, and I've totally forgotten to post about it until now. (Mainly because of all the 'death of car' and 'oh gawd no money' mental circles I've been running in. Hard to write like that.)

The big nifty things about the night:

• New dress of fabulousness. Black, satin, form-fitting (whoa baby was it form fitting!), inexpensive, and the only non-ugly dress I found in the store I got it from. I have an unerring instinct for non-ugly in dress stores. If I ever end up on the red carpet, my "people" will despair, as I shan't take the lucrative deals to wear designer dresses that I think are ugly.
  
  
  
• Ran into Jessica Biel, the hostess, in the ladies powder room. I LOVED HER DRESS OKAY. I couldn't wear that print, but she pulled it off.
  
  
  
• The food. Holy mackerel the food. (No, the food was not mackerel.) Filet mignon, sea bass, ahi tuna sashimi, asparagus and mushroom ravioli...om nom nom. Open bar, too. Gin and tonics were consumed, along with lots of very delicious wine with dinner. I got a bit tiddly. It was fun!
  
  
  
• Sitting one table away from Ed Catmull, the winner of the actual Oscar statuette and one of the big awesome dudes at Pixar.
  
  
  
• Spotted Jay-Z outside the hotel when the ceremony was over and we were waiting for the car to come back from valet. He's kinda goofy lookin'. Just sayin'.
  

Ugh so early. Stupid being up so early.

I was pondering the current "pay caps for executives." The so-called deflating of the golden parachute.

My immediate response was indignant frustration. As in, "How DARE you, President Obama, dictate to ANYBODY in this country how much money they can make. That is NOT RIGHT. In ALL CAPS. I am not pleased and will be writing you a letter."

And that would be the correct response....if the people getting capped were earning their money.

As it stands, they are not. They went to the government for handouts, begging and pleading to be socialized to 'save their industry for the good of the American people.' They pleaded to be shackled, begged to be dictated to, just so they could get their hands on that money. And, further than that and even more disgusting, quite a few of these 'top executives' were out-and-out thieves. See: B. Maddoff or however he spells it.

So, to steal a phrase from Francisco Domingo Carlos Andres Sebastián d'Anconia:

"Brother, you asked for it!"