One week from today is my favorite holiday of the year. :D

I am still debating as to what/how I will be celebrating. I usually do my own dinner, as several people can attest, but funds this month being what they are, I can't afford to drop $75-100 on one meal. Especially since it's just me and Del eating it. (Unless you wanna swing by, Ando?) (Or are you going out of town again this year?)

I just...I love getting up at the buttcrack of dawn and prepping the turkey and peeling the potatoes and cooking the stock for the stuffing from scratch and making the rolls and the pies...fffffffffffff. It is my favorite thing in the world. Even the year that I woke up, started cooking, and suddenly was felled by the flu outta fucking nowhere and missed my own dinner. Even that was a good year. (No, seriously. I felt kinda gross all morning, but figured it was nothing. By 2:00 I could barely stand up. I finished the turkey at 3:30 and was sound asleep by 3:35.)

Maybe I'll just go over and help my mom cook. Hers is the tiniest kitchen in the universe, smaller even than mine, but she has a gas range. My electric oven is shit, even if it is a pretty turquoise on the outside.

Oh yeah and it's also my birthday one week from today. Thirty-two. D: THIS IS NOT HAPPENING. I AM 21 FOREVER OKAY. NO NOT FOREVER 21 THAT IS A CLOTHING STORE.

Oh my god.

Yesterday was the Fleapocalypse.

There were no survivors. (Hopefully.)

Corrie (Del's big sister) went and got a big ol' Bissel upright steam vac which she's letting us borrow. So after vacuuming like mad, we steamed and shampooed the carpet.

It's like I went and got a whole new set of carpet. Holy cow. It's so clean. The stain by the door where Del's little brother dropped a soda is GONE. And we were dumping out dead fleas with every panload of dirty water. Today is the 'Borax the hell of the carpet' day, and tomorrow I'm steaming it again.

THE LINE MUST BE DRAWN HERE. HERE, AND NO FURTHER!

So last night was a fun adventure in bathing a cat.

He got so bad last night that Del and I both said fukkit and gave him a flea bath at 11:30 at night. We were going to hold off on this as we'd done the drops for the back of his neck but he kept scratching and biting and licking and then he started weaving back and forth when he walked and I had a minor panic attack that I'd done the drops wrong and he was poisoned so an executive counsel was held and the minority vote (Del) called for an immediate immersion and I was thus overruled.

But she's the one who had to hold him while I hosed him down and scrubbed him with the flea shampoo so.

It's officially official.

Red Dwarf Series X is now being written, and there is a "multi-media product" being developed for the end of the year, just in time for Christmas.

I AM SO HAPPY.

SO.

HAPPY.

Ticky invited some little friends over.

Those friends are fleas.

Mothereff. He's an indoor cat, how the smeg did he pick up fleas?!

Yes, I'm familiar with which collars/drops not to get, he's going to the vet on Tuesday, I'm scrubbing the apartment down with powder and fml fleas.

oh hai Turner

Just got your text messages. Sorry, my phone was on silent. HURP.

I'll have a lot more free time after the 30th, so yes.

Del Taco jalapeño rings are too delicious for words. I am so addicted to them now. My cholesterol levels are shooting skywards even as I write this.

I also found out yesterday that my office gig at UCS ends after next week. So, back on the dole I go.

...AND THE REASON FOR LJ'S SLOW-ASS LOADING AND MULTIPLE ERRORS IS ONCE AGAIN REVEALED. HELLO HALLOWEEN THEME.

Swear to god. Every. Time. They drop a theme for a holiday on the top of the page, it makes the site shit its knickers. I have been saying this for YEARS NOW and NOBODY LISTENS TO ME FFFFFFFFFF

Oh my god, I need a vacation. I desperately need a vacation. Being unemployed is NOT a vacation, so February/March 09 does not count. Working a 45+ hour week for the last eight months (minus one or two weeks here and there) is killing me.

I haven't had a proper vacation in over five years. No, longer, it was before I moved to Vegas. Shit, now that I think about it, the last time I went on VACATION with no worries about work or money was my damn honeymoon.

In 2001.

Christ.

(All right, yes, I went to San Fran in 02, but that was only two days and thus doesn't count. A proper vacation is at least five days in duration.)

Dear (Bitsy),

Your Amazon order of Red Dwarf: Back To Earth has shipped!

>:3

I. Cannot wait. To hear the commentary tracks and watch the Smeg Ups.

Also Chris Barrie needs to update his Facebook photos again gdi. He hasn't done so since August. >:|

Also also, Danny John Jules is on Twitter now. Hee.

Also also also, I kinda got chewed out at work for being on the internet yesterday, so yeah. No more of that for me. Y'all are just going to have to wait anywhere from 8 hours to a day later for my wiseass responses.

OH MY GOD

OH MY GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWD

via Bobby Llew's Twitter:

Series 10 of Red Dwarf announcement just been made at DJ 09. To clarify the scripts have been commissioned, wont be filming til 2010

Want to re-state that UKTV, aka Dave have commissioned Doug Naylor to write scripts, still a long way to go before it's all official

WHICH IS EXACTLY HOW HE PHRASED THINGS WHEN BACK TO EARTH WAS BEING MADE

OH

MY

GOD

...Yeah, I'm writing Silicon Hell and sending it off. I'm fucking DOING it this time gdit.


......y'all have no idea how hard it is for me to sit here at my desk and not jump up and down and scream right now oh my GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWD

Just got back from seeing Pearl Jam in concert with Andy. Fifteen rows back. Close enough to see the sweat flying from Eddie's hair.

Ears are all ringy and the dude next to me (NO NOT ANDY) totally lit up a big fat doob and I now reek of weed.

Also, ffffffff Eddie Vedder you're a goddamn psychopath hot motherfucker.

Good times.

In so many words: You're nicked, squire.

That was fun. We should do it again sometime.

Or not.

In other news, work.

Lots.

And lots.

Of work.

And yet..........I'm still barely going to make rent and pay bills.

I'm exhausted.









Although Andy apparently bought me a Karolina Kurkova G.I. Joe action figure, which I am SO totally going to repaint into a JMC khaki uniform and make into Hips.

So for the nine-kerbillionth time, I've re-watched most of Red Dwarf in the last two weeks or so.

Series VIII has some seriously under-appreciated moments, as far as the fans are concerned. The time-dilated fight scene? Brilliant. The one-liners between Lister and Rimmer in their cell? Brilliant. The chummy sort of relationship between L & R? Bloody brilliant.

The plots of the episodes and the pacing of the scenes? Holy shit, Doug Naylor. What the hell kind of crack were you smoking? There's nothing there. THERE'S NOTHING THERE. It was like you had a tiny inkling of an idea, and just did rough sketches with clever lines to fill it out. It's like you banged out a rough draft and that became the shooting script. What happened?

Compare Cassandra to, say....Gunmen of the Apocalypse. Or Terrorform. Or Dimension Jump. It's like night and day. In the latter, story was centre, and the jokes came from the situation. You know. A situation comedy. As opposed to just 'Hey, this is a funny line, how can I work it in?' ffffff I take Series VIII too seriously, because of that damn cliffhanger.

Back To Earth is on DVD in two weeks. I've already got my pre-order in. Fandom masochist, that's me.

Also, Chris Barrie has several moles all over his body, which are spotted in Pete Part 1. They make him even sexier, to my mind.

And I'm still hoping that Doug Naylor takes a page out of Robert Llewellen's book and makes the entirety of the next special/series/what have you available only on the internet.

Don't you hate it when you're jolted out of a dead sleep ten minutes prior to your alarm going off by a hideous, minute-and-a-half long leg cramp?

I know I sure do.

OH MY GOD

BENSON'S FLYING THE PLANE

So six years after it came out, I finally watched the Tomb Raider sequel.

The only good bit is at the beginning, when Chris Barrie fights Angelina Jolie with sticks. And he whaps her a good one, too. Right on the tush, it looks like. And then he smirks, and licks his finger, and scores himself a 1.

I won't lie. I totally came.

( EDIT: )

Welp. Dr. Horrible winning an Emmy pretty much guarantees that there's gonna be a sequel.

I better start writing it. ;)

EDIT: OH HEY RYUU I'm...acquiring Tomb Raider even as I write this. :3

Got an office gig at UCS.

PHEW

Yup, there it was. Got my schedule last night. I have once again joined the ranks of the unemployed. Underemployed. Whatever.

So.

1) Background acting again? Goddamn it.
2) Flippin' burgers. Kinkos? Straight flippin' copies?
3) Live on ramen, skip the credit card bills, pray for residual checks?
4) Find a likely-looking corner?

5) ...finally get my shit together, get headshots, and just suck it up and start submitting. Or write the things bouncing around in my head. SOMETHING.

Guitar Hero 5 get.

Trip report forthcoming.

( Fanbabble under here beware beware. )

So, yeah, things are on fire. And it's all on the other side of the hill from me.

The fire crested the hill this afternoon.

Fuck Ticky, I'm saving my computer and my Guitar Hero Guitars. EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF women and plastic guitars first

This always happens at the end of summer. I always lose all track of all time in all ways, wherein I will forget everything but the time of day my call is. I don't know if it's Saturday or Sunday. I don't know the date. My watch will spin forwards like a cheap effect in a movie to indicate the passage of a vast amount of time. (I need a better watch.) And then it stops dead. Stops cold. Stops and leaves me stumbling and sans paycheck.

I'm probably going to go back to the old stand-by of background acting. Why not. Pays minimum wage, and it's hot and miserable or cold and miserable and sometimes scary because of the other nuts doing background with you, and you sit around and do nothing for five, six, seven hours at a time, but hey, you're in the movies.

...fff. I've got nothing.

So we're swiftly coming to the end of summer...which means that I will be out of work until October.

Mrph.

I need a plan. A man. A canal. Something Panama related, perhaps.

ACK

ACK ACK ACK

I UPGRADED TO FIREFOX 3.5.2

AND LIVEJOURNAL LOGIN AIN'T COMPATIBLE

AND NOW I CAN'T GET BACK TO 3.5.0

EFF EFF EFF HALP SLARTI OWEN SOMEBODY SMARTER THAN ME HALP

...Cancel that. False alarm. :V

Ah, crumbs.

I think I'm developing carpel tunnel syndrome.

Yesterday somebody tried the "Slippery Slope" argument with me RE: gay marriage.

"If we let two men get married, what's to stop somebody from marrying their dog?"

Okay.

See.

One, fuck off, that's stupid. Two, this is the ONLY way to answer that question in a rational, precise way that will shut that "Slippery Slope" argument the hell up for good.

A marriage is defined by civic authorities (this is the important part) as a private contract between two individuals to share certain social and financial obligations (this is also important).

In order for a contract to be enforceable in any court of law, both parties must be cognizant of the terms of the contract.

A dog is incapable of meeting social or financial obligations, nor is a dog capable of that sort of cognizance. Therefore, a dog cannot be married. Period. This is the same reason that marrying a child is totally fucking illegal and wrong, because a child, no matter how smart, is not capable of that sort of cognizance either.

Two gay men, on the other hand, are both capable of cognizance of contract, and capable of meeting those social and financial obligations. So they can, and should, be able to form that sort of private contract without any interference from civic authorities.

It really IS that simple.

Bah, still cranky as shit.

Welp, here comes the bi-annual plunge into deep depression.

I'll be in my pillow fort.

Work.

Sleep.

Repeat.

New Additions
Attack! Attack! UK - "You And Me"
Bon Jovi - "You Give Love A Bad Name"
Darker My Love - "Blue Day"
The Duke Spirit - "Send A Little Love Token"
Elton John - "Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting)"
Face To Face - "Disconnected"
Garbage - "Only Happy When It Rains"
Kaiser Chiefs - "Never Miss A Beat"
Kiss - "Shout It Out Loud"
Love and Rockets - "Mirror People"
My Morning Jacket - "One Big Holiday"
Nirvana - "Lithium (Live)"
The Police - "So Lonely"
Rammstein – "Du Hast"
The Rolling Stones - "Sympathy For The Devil"
Sonic Youth - "Incinerate"
Screaming Trees - "Nearly Lost You"
Sublime - "What I Got"
The Sword - "Maiden, Mother & Crone"
Thin Lizzy - "Jailbreak"
Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers - "American Girl"
The White Stripes - "Blue Orchid"

Previously Announced
Band Of Horses - "Cigarettes, Wedding Bands"
Beastie Boys - "Gratitude"
Beck - "Gamma Ray"
Billy Squier - "Lonely Is The Night"
Blur - "Song 2"
Bob Dylan - "All Along The Watchtower"
Children Of Bodom - "Done With Everything, Die For Nothing"
Coldplay - "In My Place"
Darkest Hour - "Demon(s)"
David Bowie - "Fame"
Deep Purple - "Woman From Tokyo ('99 Remix)"
Elliott Smith - "L.A."
Iggy Pop - "Lust For Life (Live)"
Jeff Beck - "Scatterbrain (Live)"
John Mellencamp - "Hurts So Good"
Kings Of Leon - "Sex On Fire"
Queens Of The Stone Age - "Make It Wit Chu"
Rose Hill Drive - "Sneak Out"
Santana - "No One To Depend On (Live)"
The Bronx - "Six Days A Week"
Thrice - "Deadbolt"
Tom Petty - "Runnin' Down A Dream"
Vampire Weekend - "A-Punk"
Wolfmother - "Back Round"













Holy crap yes. ;_;

So okay, let's run down the list.

1) Insomnia.
2) Exhaustion.
3) Heat sickness. (Got me good yesterday.)
4) Bad nutrition.
5) Smoker.
6) Sedentary lifestyle.
7) Slightly overweight.
8) Multiple energy drinks consumed ALL THE TIME.

Bitsy is not a healthy Bitsy. This isn't news.

And yet, when the nurse took my blood pressure yesterday, my blood pressure was 102 over 62. And that was after I'd been hiking around in the sun and heat all day (hence the heat sickness). After I'd been at rest for about half an hour, it came in at 98 over 60.

She said I had an athlete's heart.

Which is true. I stole it off of a jogger that ran in front of my car on Griffith Park Road, but I didn't think anybody saw me do it. >_>

(Don't worry, I'm fine now. I'm noticing that I'm becoming more and more sensitive to heat and cold, the last couple of years, is all. Gettin' old. :/ Sigh.)

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.