After recieving my SAG Awards nomination ballot and reading the Oscar nominations this morning, I realized that I need to put my SAG card to use by seeing the following films:
House of Sand and Fog, 21 Grams, The Station Agent/Pieces of April, The Cooler, In America, Monster, Something's Gotta Give, and Lord of the Rings:ROTC (Seabiscuit, Pirates of the Carribean, Whale Rider, and Thirteen have been ordered from NetFlix)
It's a lot of work, but if I'm voting, I refuse to blindly fill in those tiny bubbles with my #2 pencil.
Thankfully I get to see all of these for free. Yes, my gold card is saving me about one hundred doll-hairs.
Membership has it's privledges.
P.S. You'll notice I've left off Master & Commander. It's not nominated for any SAG awards and in the Oscars it's up against LOTR in all the same categories, so why bother...?
To quote my roommate Charlie: "Ugly is the new retarted."
The Golden Globes were completely beige last night...
** Sofia Coppola getting 2 awards for Lost in Translation
** Frances Conroy winning for Six Feet Under (finally!)
** Elton John's wig.
** Mary Louise Parker winning a $1,000 bet by mentioning how good her post-pregnancy breasts looked in her dress
** Meryl Streep commenting on George W.'s State Of The Union speech saying something to the effect that she "didn't think the two biggest problems in the country were fighting steroid use in sports or making sure that marriage was only between men and women." Thank you for that....
** Genius quote of the night: "I’m not from these parts. I'm from a little place called England. We used to run the world before you." – Ricky GervaisThe Office
** Nicole Kidman stopping by Hollywood Costume Rentals to pick up her evening's outfit. Gold sequined headband much??
** Renee Zellwiger. I just can't anymore...
** Scarlett Johansson losing to Diane Keaton. Okay...
** Sharon Stone needs to stop hanging out with Liz Taylor...the white spikey hair look is so un-MENSA.
** Um...what exactly does Fergie have to do with Hollywood?
** La Lopez giving her I'm-so-devastated-that-my-face-will-remain-blank-all-night look while wearing a FABULOUS Versace gown. She's in mourning, kids... Code Orange.
** Lord of the Rings cleaning up. Do I even need to watch the Oscars this year?
** Angels in America cleaning up. Well deserved, but a given.
** Sarah Jessica Parker looked amazing. As always.
** The fact that I could miraculously see through all of the winner envelopes and announce their names befoe the presenters did. "Sean Penn -- really???" "Charlize Theron -- get outta here!!!" Yawn.
Why is it that something that should bring me the utmost joy be one of the most tedious things I have to do?
For Christmas, I recieved a gift certificate to Tower Records -- the perfect gift for one who spends all his time with music, right? Wrong. I can't seem to commit to any albums that are out right now because there's nothing that's exciting me. The last CD I got excited about was The Darkness' Permission to Land and that was months ago. The new Sarah McLachlan/Norah Jones/Alicia Keys are great for reading the Sunday Times, Kelis' Tasty isn't, and I'm sure Nick Lechey's debut Soul-O has countless hits on it...
Perhaps it's my quest to find albums with more than one playable song on them that's holding me back. Why isn't anybody putting out albums like No Doubt's Rock Steady anymore?
Things that have changed the outlook of the future:
** GOOD: American Airlines is offering New Yorkers a deal they can't refuse. Buy 2 tickets to either California or Florida and they'll give you a free ticket to anywhere they fly. Guess who's spending mucho time in LA...
** BETTER: The Lo-flecs are OVAH. Jennifer gets to keep the PR while Ben gets to keep the Georgia hideaway to live out the rest of his career-ended days...
** BEST: Nicole Kidman signs on to be in the film version of The Producers as Ulla opposite Nathan Lane and Matthew Broderick. Can you say Oscar award winning film?
One of the best parts about being home was getting to spend time with my family and bonding with my niece (Gracie) and nephew (Dylan). They are intelligent, beautiful, and happy which makes me all the more proud. My sister done good on her kin.
Also, Miss Gracie takes after her Uncle Aaron in that she has a major shoe fetish. In fact "shoes" is her favorite word. She takes to heels as I do to sneakers. Perhaps she'll get a pair of Jimmy Choos for her first day of kindergarden...
I believe we should respect individuals as we take a principled stand for one of the most fundamental, enduring institutions of our civilization. Congress has already taken a stand on this issue by passing the Defense of Marriage Act, signed in 1996 by President Clinton. That statute protects marriage under federal law as the union of a man and a woman, and declares that one state may not redefine marriage for other states.
Activist judges, however, have begun redefining marriage by court order, without regard for the will of the people and their elected representatives. On an issue of such great consequence, the people's voice must be heard. If judges insist on forcing their arbitrary will upon the people, the only alternative left to the people would be the constitutional process. Our nation must defend the sanctity of marriage.
The outcome of this debate is important, and so is the way we conduct it. The same moral tradition that defines marriage also teaches that each individual has dignity and value in God's sight."
* First: I can't take this Michael Jackson's Traveling Circus crap. This morning, his arrival was like the Oscar's pre-show. There were fans by the hundreds waving signs and screaming for anyone who would listen, the obligatory international media trying to get the best $hots, limos arriving with Joe Jackson (alone and in Armani), Janet arriving with Jermaine Dupri (she in Chanel; he in Phat Farm), and Jermaine, Tito, and mother Katherine (in Oaktree, International Male, and Lane Bryant respectively.) Michael himself arrived fashionably late, pleaded not guilty, then went outside to entertain his fans by dancing atop his Escalade while his "handlers" (see: Nation of Islam) held up signs that invited his "Caravan of Love" to join him at a party at Neverland Ranch. My questions are thus: Where was Joan Rivers and why didn't Vanity Fair host the after-lying-in-court party at Morton's?
** Second: I've been cleaning and running errands all day prior to AJ's arrival tomorrow. To say that I'm looking forward to this visit is an understatement... I can't wait to see his handsome face.
*** And lastly, speaking of handsome faces, I opened up my new Entertainment Weekly and am drooling over a picture on page 30:
I'm very sad right now as the woman who introduced acting into my life has passed away.
I was 12 years old and living in CT when my mother asked me if I wanted to go to an acting school in Manhattan. I, naturally, said yes. So, off we went to HB Studios on Bank St. to audit a class before signing up.
The class was amazing...I instantly wanted to do be up working on a scene. After the class, the teacher (Trudy Steibl) spoke with Mom and I and told me that if I was serious about taking classes I would have to read the school's book: Respect for Acting by Uta Hagen. Uta was not only the author of the book, but she and her husband Herbert Berghof founded the school. They were considered by many to be theater royalty.
That book became my bible. I read certain chapters over and over until they finally sank in (Miss Hagen was a bit grand in her writing style.) I tried my best to apply all that I had taken in from the lessons to my work in class. Some of it worked; most had to be worked harder on (at 12 years old it was hard to grasp...) I was such an overacheiver that I worked on one of George's monologues from Who's Afraid of Virgina Woolf? At 33, I'm just understanding it now.
Another of our requirements at HB was to sit in on one of Uta Hagen's classes. I sat in on 3. What amazed me about this woman was that a scene would go up, and after it was over she would talk for 45 minutes about the one point she had to make. However, she always ended the her "story" back where it started; it went full circle. And I always somewhat got it. What I wouldn't give to hear her now...
So I thank you, Miss Hagen, for all that you gave me.
Okay, so maybe I spoke too soon when I said health was a good thing right now. It's not. I seem to have caught the dreaded cold that's been whoring around with all my friends, and is now giving me a lap dance -- stuffed up nose/sore throat. I'm pretty sure it has to do with spinning right next to the front door at The Slide (which was left open to attract those fools walking by) because I could definitely feel the night's air coming in. My feet were frozen all night and my fun t-shirt had to be covered by a less-than-fun sweater. Definitely not the look.
It was, however, a very fun night -- and much busier than I expected. In fact we were busy enough that Beige was closed an hour and a half before we did. It was also Joey, the promoter's, last night with us which also meant it was the final "Big Tool" contest (to which there were six all-too-eligible contestants.) How theatrical it is to watch 6 guys stroking themselves on stage to Peaches' "Shake Your Dix." Daniel Nardicio, Johnny McGovern, and my fellow blogger Jeremy Blacklow stopped in to see us and/or say goodbye to Joey. It is ALWAYS good to see Jeremy's smiling face... And speaking of Daniel Nardicio -- y'all better get your tickets NOW for Shirley Q. Liquor's Valentime's Day Performance...trust. If you can't get tickets, then get thee to High Life/Low Life the night after for what promises to be a brilliant Sweetie show.
Okay, gotta go sip on my 40 of Thera-Flu and prepare for another night of spinning for the frozen.
Dunno what my problem is, but my I've been so uninspired to write lately...can you tell??? I think it has to do with all the changes that are happening in my life, and rather than write them down, I've been mulling them over in my head. That being said, here are the pros and cons of what's happening to me:
The Good -
1. Anthony - an amazing addition to my life.
2. Health - I've thus far beat the colds/flu that are going around (knock on wood)
3. Organizing my desk - which helps me to better organize my life.
The Bad -
1. Jobs - they're either ending or changing daily.
2. Money - don't know where it's coming from (see #1).
3. Weather - very unmotivational.
It took me about 20 minutes to write all of that down -- that's how 'ADD' I am right now.
Last Monday in Sheboygan, WI, a young boy was found inside a toy vending machine in front of the Piggly Wiggly. His father was using a pay phone and apparently didn't notice his son climbing through the small opening in the front of the machine.
I LOVE this kid! Not only is this kid smart enough to have all who rescued him wondering exactly how he did it but he became the very thing he wanted to be part of: one of the prizes who dared people to get him out without breaking the glass.
Here's a shot of Keith (bundled up tight) taken yesterday with my Sony Ericsson T610 at Popeyes's on W.125th . While I had just left a late brunch, Miss Shaboomboom was "feelin' the chicken strips meal, girl..."
During my trip to L.A. over New Year's, I was taken to Disneyland by my friend Bob and I had myself a small "Disney" moment...
After spending the day going from The Tragic Kingdom to California Adventures (also known as park-hopping), Bob and I ended our visit by taking in the holiday fireworks spectacular. All the lights throughout the park are dimmed for maximum effect and the fireworks look like they're coming from directly behind the castle (which is also lit in diffent colors per song). We stood on Main Street and watched as fireworks were perfectly timed to the A-Typical Disney Holiday Soundtrack (yes, they even played Dreidle, Dreidle, Dreidel...) A slow moving comet even arched over the top of Cinderella's house which looked byoo-ti-ful. At the end of the show, they play "White Christmas" and it starts snowing throughout the park (Disney "magic" at it best, kids.) SNOWING. I guess I was caught up in the moment because I started to get a little misty eyed...yes I was crying from happiness. Dunno if it was my being back "home", or the reaction of the children around me, or simply because I'm such a big girlie homo... But I did.
It even made me wanna work there again...y'know, throw on Pluto for old times sake...or maybe not.
When I first moved to New York City in '92, I was amazed (and obsessed) with Public Access shows TV. The things they could present were (at the time) quite limitless. A perfect example of this would be she-who-is-queen-of-Public-Access : Robin Byrd. The day that I stumbled upon nekkid men and women dancing to "strip classics" in front of a bright red backdrop complete with red neon heart made me realize I had made the right choice in my move from L.A.
One of the first shows I lived for was "On Patrol" starring Brandy Wine and Brenda A Go-Go. Brandy and Brenda brought you interviews from famous (and infamous) people who were out in clubs; Lahoma Van Zandt was their club correspondant who was often seen in the bathroom (sometimes caught on the toilet.)The first time I stumble upon them was when my friend Julie had come out to visit during one of her many trips w/ Miss Roseanne. As we got ready in her hotel room to out to a club, we flipped the channel to 34 and watched the 2 crazy-ass drag queens who pumped us up about going out. Of course, when we got to the club, who should be standing at the bar but Brandy and Brenda... Julie and I went up to them and introduced ourselves and we became close friends. In fact, they are the reason I met most of the key players in the club scene during the amazing early 90's. We were by their sides at Club USA, Tunnel, and The Roxy watching Brandy spank people with a beach paddle ball paddle. Good times.
However, my favorite show on Public Access was "The Kitty G Show" starring Kitty G and her husband (aka "Honey"). This show was a voyeur's dream as it was an extension of a husband and wife's fantasies videotaped and played out for all of New York to see. The show went something like this: the camera was operated by Kitty's husband and was shot from his/"Honey's" perspective. He would walk in the front door at the beginning of each episode and Kitty would greet him (always in a next-to-nothing outfit) with a story of what had happened to her that day and then they would act it out... Now, the situations that happened were ALWAYS sexual, such as the pizza boy bringing her food and having to use the bathroom or the super coming by to fix a leak in their bedroom and Kitty seemed to be (shockingly) indisposed. By the end of the show Kitty had taken everything off for "Honey" and was naked and jumping up and down; her perfect boobs jiggling to the delight of all. But what I loved more than anything else was her voice...it was like Betty Boop on crack. My personal take of the show at the time was that it was the "I Love Lucy" of the 90's. Kitty always had some 'splainin to do.
Come to think of it, it was the original "Newlyweds".
What started as a slow Sunday night at The Slide turned into a busy-n-fun night. We had our "Broadway Royalty" crowd show up en masse (yes, a certain lyricist, and a certain star/prince of NYC were in attendance again.)
I stooped so low while spinning that I actually played Going to the Chapel into Oops! I Did It Again.
Y'know, I've never been a huge Britney fan, but I kinda wanna go out drinking with her now...you never know what's gonna happen.
So I met someone on New Year's Eve and fell a bit harder than I should... It was one of those meetings that one never sees coming and was a bit more intense than expected. But like all good things, there's a catch: he lives in L.A. while I live in NYC. So I, being the hopeless optimistic, shall continue to get to know him and see where it goes...which is good. What's bad is that I he is not physically near me so that I can hold him, kiss him, or even hold his hand. Or look at his face. (Insert big sigh here) Soon, AJ, soon.
Here's a pic of myself and one of my oldest friends: New York transplant Mark Esperti who was bartending at HERE on New Year's Eve. He told the make-up person to "go simple" on the glitter. Unfortunately she was deaf. P.S. I take really bad pictures...