Far away in time

I’m Back January 10, 2009

Filed under: A Purse Full of Boys Wrapped in Napkins,Home — Echo Beach @ 4:11 pm

Hi, I know I’ve been gone for ages, I decided kind of all of a sudden that I wanted to move back to Portland, so now I’m living with my parents and working a crappy minimum wage job, but I’m still pretty sure that I made the right decision. And I’ve decided to start writing things down again (but it’s not a new year’s resolution, because I don’t believe in those, at least not in January).

Also, I joined OKCupid, which is a dating site, and so far pretty cool (it’s free, and they use math to determine who you should date). It’s actually a pretty cool concept, they have a bunch of questions, about all sorts of stuff and you answer them, then tell them what your ideal match would answer, and how important it is to you. Then they compare your answers with other people’s to come up with a percentage of how well you should get along with them. Anyway, the people on it seem pretty cool, I’ve met two people so far, and I have a karaoke date for tonight and a drinks date for Tuesday. I’ll let you know how they go, and also tell you about the other guy I’ve met later.

Right now though I’m trying to figure out what exactly I want from a relationship, so I figured it might help to try and put it on paper. (So to speak.)

I want a cute, smart boy who I can hang out on the weekends with, and sometimes during the week. I want decent conversation and crazy hot sex. I want to feel like he really likes me and I don’t have to chase him all the time. (Analysis of past relationships has shown that only one (or 25%) have been more into me than I was into them. Which explains why I went out with him, even though I didn’t actually like him that much.) I don’t want to have to be in constant contact with him, no daily e-mails or long nightly phone conversations. I don’t want him to be hurt that I’m probably going to lie about him to my mother. I really don’t want clingy, or a doormat. My sister says that when boys really like you they’ll do whatever you tell them to, I want someone with a little more spine than that.  So that’s my wish list, it doesn’t sound like so much, right? Anyway, I need to shower and think of first date appropriate karaoke songs. Wish me luck.

 

My New TV Crush July 3, 2008

So, I’ve been watching this summer show called The Middleman, and after Monday’s episode (#3) I think I’m totally falling in love with it. Then in my car today, I realized that if it was a person, and not a television show, The Middleman would totally be my ideal guy. It’s smart and funny, overly verbal, kind of retro, and full of pop culture references (not all of which I get). It’s kind of geeky (it is based on a comic book), very silly, and not afraid to make fun of itself. Plus it’s full of bright colors and big shiny toys. And of course it has the pretty:

Matt Keeslar and Natalie Morales in The Middleman
Matt Keeslar and Natalie Morales in The Middleman (There’s a reason one of his nicknames is “Sexy boss-man”)

I was downloading it (illegally, shh!), but you can actually watch it for free on ABC Family’s website, which I’m going to start doing so they can count me. I’m also going to buy the comic. Because it looks also awesome. I’ve never read comics (except for one of my friend’s issues of Sandman which totally scarred me (this was about three years ago)), but I’m getting this one and, Buffy Season 8, so we’ll see. (I’m trying to up my geek cred, but I’m not sure sticking to comics that are also TV shows is going to help.)

 

Insecurity Disguised as Introspection May 1, 2008

Filed under: A Purse Full of Boys Wrapped in Napkins,Me,Work — Echo Beach @ 11:33 pm

Let me just preface this by saying that I spent 25 minutes stuck in traffic, just trying to get on the freeway.  And I was starving and missing Lost and tired from running around all day and stressing out about my life.  And I wanted to kill myself.  Once I got on the freeway it only took about five minutes to clear the place where the accident had been (which allowed me to stop wondering why so god damn many people were driving from Hollywood into the Valley at 10 on a Thursday night) and once I could finally drive above 30 MPH I never wanted to stop.  I rolled my window down, and cranked my radio up, and I just wanted to keep driving.  I didn’t of course because I also wanted to get out of my car and have some chocolate liqueur milk (which is very tasty and which will be to blame if this post becomes even more incoherent than usual).  Alcohol is not my preferred method of de-stressing, but my boy is out of town for a month and a half for work (since we’ve been dating he’s been out of town more often than he’s been here).

So before I was losing my shit in traffic (I normally deal well with traffic, it’s just when I’m tired and stressed that I can’t deal) I was freaking out about my “career”.  I’m good on set, and I’m great as an assistant,  but I kind of hate doing the prep work, and I’m afraid that I suck at designing.  And it stresses me out that I like what I’m doing now, but I’m on a track towards something that I don’t like (and am not good at).  I feel great after 12 hours on set, but 8 hours of driving around and shopping; and I’m ready to put a bullet in somebody’s head.  Why can’t I just marry a nice rich guy and raise some kids in a little house by the ocean?  Alternately I could just give up and get some retail job, but if I’m going to have a soul-killing job, it might as well be one that people are impressed by.  (And that pays more than $8 an hour, although I’m still working for less than that now.)  I don’t know, my chocolate milk is all gone, and I’m still all tied up in knots.  I should eat some real food, but everything I have needs to be cooked.

Meanwhile, back in topics that are not totally depressing, there was a very cute actor in the short that I was working on this week.  I think a big part of it was that the character was that shy, smart, nerdy boy that I really like.  And he had this great dance that was very Singin’ in the Rain inspired, that just looked like all those 1950’s Gene Kelly dances which I love.  But he was at least a little objectively cute too, because while I was watching him dance I thought “wow, he has a really cute ass.”  And I never think that.  The butt as an erotic object totally baffles me, I usually do not think anyone’s ass is cute, so this was a big breakthrough in parts of the body that I find attractive.  (I usually find the upper body attractive; chest, arms, back: yum).  So now that you know more than you ever wanted to about my insecurities and turn-ons, I am going to go watch How I Met Your Mother because I didn’t tape Lost and it’s not online yet.

 

TV and Art (Two Separate Discussions) April 18, 2008

Filed under: A Purse Full of Boys Wrapped in Napkins,Artsy,Beauty Queen Hands,Me,TV — Echo Beach @ 12:12 am

So the Eli Stone finale was on tonight, and oh man you guys, there was so much crying. I started getting all teary before the opening credits, then Victor Garber got me really going, and I spent at least the last half-hour just all out; tears-streaming-down-the-face, the whole nine yards. It was very cathartic, I feel great now. Seriously, if it’s back next season you guys should totally watch it. The beginning of the season was kinda rocky, but it’s totally becoming my new Grey’s Anatomy (i.e. show that makes me cry every week, whether I want to or not [Grey’s Anatomy itself no longer fills this role, which continues to make me sad, but in a disappointed way, not a crying way]). Also you have not lived until you’ve seen Victor Garber sing (yeah I totally love him, but he’s awesome, spy daddy, lawyer daddy, I don’t care, he’s totally my TV surrogate dad. Along with Hugh Laurie on House, and if the image of the two of them as a gay couple with a daughter doesn’t make you unreasonably happy, I don’t know what will).

In other news from tonight’s TV shows: on The Office Jim and Pam are too cute for words, I totally “awww”-ed, even after I had steeled myself against their cuteness. But I think the internet quiz was right, Jim really is my ideal boyfriend; I just want a tall, dorky guy who I can joke, (and banter) with, and who sometimes calls me by my last name. See, that’s not so much really.

In non-television news, I was looking for quilt books at the library, and I found this altered books book, and it’s totally amazing. I’ve done some collage, a little painting, not much three-D but I have made a few books into boxes, (I have actually made books, but they didn’t have anything inside them). But this is like this amazing combination of all three, with words underneath, the possibility for narrative, and interactivity. I started making one last night, using my file of ten years worth of magazine clippings, plus the three+ year old stack of Elles that I can never bring myself to throw away, because when I go on an art binge and I need to find pictures of doors they are there for me. I’ve got one page spread done, and one halfway done, and there are piles of magazine pages spread across my entire floor, and it’s great. however I have discovered that I’m too old to sit all hunched over on the floor to work on a project. I go into this kind of a fugue state, where I’m so involved and focused on what I’m working on that everything else just falls away, and I’ll “wake up” two, three, four hours later, and these past few days I’ve barely been able to stand back up, my back and legs are so sore. Sadly I am not yet old enough to afford a nice big table to work at (I have a desk for my sewing machine, but it’s small, and cluttered with sewing crap) so I’m going to keep sitting on the floor (and spreading all my stuff across it).

In bottom of the page news: I have finished my week of everyday blogging, but I think I’ve finally sorted out what I want this thing to be, so I’m going to keep writing regularly (I wish I could promise only when I had something to say, but it’s more likely to be the opposite). I also want to write about Dollhouse (it’s on the hastily scrawled post-it), but I’m still trying to marshal my thoughts beyond “Squee!”, so we’ll see how that goes.

 

Black Market Flowers October 25, 2007

Filed under: A Purse Full of Boys Wrapped in Napkins,Beauty Queen Hands,TV — Echo Beach @ 3:53 pm

So, my new TV boyfriend is Ned from Pushing Daisies. The show as a whole is stunning and bright and funny and georgious and Chuck (the girl) wears these beautiful vintage style dresses, and every time I try to describe the show I just think of so many little things that I love. It’s really just amazing, and you should totally watch it (Wed @ 8/7 Central on ABC) but if you don’t it’s really no skin off my nose, because lots of other people are watching, and ABC picked up the back nine after only three episodes, so I’m not worried about it. But back to Ned, I’m not sure he has a last name, unless it’s Piemaker, which is odd because the show is almost compulsive with the labeling. He’s adorable and sweet, and just sexy enough to not be a total puppy dog. I still cannot figure out how to add pictures to my posts (grrr), so I’m just going to link to his picture: Lee Pace which you really should click on, because he’s adorable. (ETA: Finally figured it out!)

Lee Pace

I should get going, because I have to head to work (still not getting paid), and my mom is going to be here in less than 24 hours (and she’s staying with me). But, I dyed my hair over the weekend, and now it’s red, really red, like my glasses, which hopefully moves my first impression towards ‘I could kick you ass or make out with you, possibly both’ and away from ‘I went to Cathloic school / I go to church every day’ (Which I swear to god someone told me was their impression of me the other day, although I was dressed as a 50’s extra and wearing shoes that were too small for me when they first saw me.) Ok, really have to go or I’m going to be late. Hope I can get the spell check to work, Firefox is doing this weird thing where the window never goes to the background, so right-click menus come up under the window, which is not helpful. It’s totally not working, the internet will just have to deal with my poor spelling

 

Coincidence? I think not! September 23, 2007

So, I haven’t written in ages, and I’m kind of tired, so apologies in advance if this turns out to be an incoherent info-dump. I’d do bullet points, but I’ve forgotten how, and I’m too lazy to look up the HTML.

Last weekend I went to the first wedding where I wasn’t related to anyone there. It was awesome. I got all teary during the ceremony, then later I did that thing where I say “awww” about everything and I cannot stop myself. I also almost fulfilled a wedding cliché, until I was interrupted by one of my “friends”. And you know how I like clichés.

It rained here! Last night and today, I am very excited. It smelled so good yesterday when it started, and then this evening my apartment complex smelled like eucalyptus. It’s finally starting to cool down here, and I am very excited about fall in LA (it is my favorite season after all).

I started interning on this movie today, which I’m still a little conflicted about, so I’m going to try to sort all my thoughts into a pro/con list. (Wish me luck)
Pro: I am completely in charge of costumes and wardrobe, I get to do all the shopping, etc.
con: I am the entire wardrobe department. The production as a whole has a very small crew.
Pro: I have to buy less food.
con: I have to buy more gas.
Pro: I get experience and connections.
con: I don’t get paid.
Pro: What we’ve shot so far (one day) looks really good, the location is great and the lighting is vary atmospheric and moody.
con: The script. It is so bad, you guys. It suffers chiefly from a lack of exposition, and the fact that if you actually think about it for 30 seconds it makes no sense. The gaping plot holes, completely unexplained bookending scenes, and silly dialog are really just the cherry on top.
Pro: The costumes look great.
con: The costume budget is down to about $15.
Pro: Everyone seems nice.
con: There do not appear to be any cute boys. (hey I may be shallow and/or oversexed, but at least I left it for last)
It’s going to be one of those movies that are on TV on Friday night or Saturday morning, where coming in halfway through doesn’t really impact your understanding of the plot. Although you could overestimate it if you missed the beginning, as you might assume that key plot points were actually explained. We actually made really good time today, I left the location just under the 12 hr mark, which means that we didn’t run late. So hopefully that will continue.

When I went shopping for the movie I went to this fabulous thrift store, which sells clothes from movies, television shows and studios. And it had the most gorgeous, and cheap!, vintage, I could not resist. I got this light grey 40’s jacket, with functional welt pockets and weights in the hem (to make it hang straight) for $17. Of course that was $17 more than I should have spent, considering that I also bought a new bra and a crinoline (stiff petticoat that makes 50’s style skirts poof out) in Portland. My mom actually paid for the crinoline, but I have to pay her back, so I was kind of pissed to see that they had much cheaper ones at the store that I went to.

The other thing that I desperately want to buy is a TiVo. As you may, or may not, know, the new TV season this week, and I really want a TiVo to record everything for me while I am working. Of course I a) totally cannot afford one (even though I did work for money one day this week) and 2) need to have cable in order to record two shows at a time. Allegedly it is possible to siphon cable television off of one’s cable internet, but I would never do that, because it is probably illegal, even if I could afford to get my own internet. *sigh*

And now that I have written an insanely long post (698+ words? What is up with that?) I need to go to bed, so I can get up in the morning and work for free some more. (Don’t worry, I’m not bitter, just tired). Maybe there will be donuts, that would be nice.