Speak of the Dick

Well yesterday sucked, there's no point in looking for a candy word for it. It's alright really, the two days that preceeded it were really great, so I have no problem with enduring one bad day for two extremely nice days.

I ended up in Albany around 10:30pm last night and waited there a while for my father to pick me up. Welcome home. This is Thanksgiving. There's nothing very exciting to report. I know I rarely blog anymore, so you'd think that when I eventually get around to writing, it would be something monumental, emotional sweeping, poetically elegant.... well I'm real fucking sorry. I went to my parent's house from the train station, ate some food, went online to buy my train ticket home on Sunday and passed right fucking out. Max, the coolest Labradoodle in the world, hung out with me for a bit on the bed, hogging it is more like it, when I closed my eyes it seemed like there was a horse lying next to me in the bed rather than this furry freak of a mixed breed.

I woke up not in a good mood. With yesterday, getting little sleep and losing my 2nd phone charger left me grumpy as all hell. I went to my father's for breakfast early, so no one would be too full for dinner as I was celebrating the festivities at my sister's. It was a nice visit. I made pancakes and we talked about a great many things, including topics that I am wrapped all up in with the latest books I am reading. I suddenly thought to myself as I was sitting in the kitchen. Why to I always tend to sit on the floor when I am in my parents houses? Nobody else sits on the floor, not even the kids and I am there looking up at everyone. I really gave it some thought and suddenly realized that it's because of the doggies. Its because I'm petting or playing with them constantly when I am there, so I always end up on the floor. Somewhere along the line I must have just subconsciously skipped the step and began sitting on the floor. Anyway, people started pouring in, guests. My step-sister and brother-in-law showed up and I held my nephew for the first time. Then I left and came into the frenzy of my sistas house. Thanksgiving overall was nice. Got to know some of my brother-in-law's family better, and even though I was dead tired I made it a point to socialize and just have fun. There was some drama unfortunately that bogged down the joyment, but what can we do. I helped make some of the food as well. Yeah, it was a pretty good Thanksgiving. Even thugh the idea of Thanksgiving disturbs me, like Xmas I just make it about being with my family.

(the title has to do with probably the funniest thing my father's said in a while, pertaining to his own father, Richard senior, aka Dick.) I doubt you'd find it as funny if I describe it, so I'll keep it mysterious.

And my phone will remain dead until I return home Sunday. And buy yet another charger for this fucking phone I have come to despise.

Cold Feet

So I'm currently reading the book Stiff, by Mary Roach, who unfortunately has a name that could easily be mistook for illegal drug lingo. The book details the history and current practical uses of cadavers. Don't worry, this blog contains no spoilers for those of you that intend to read it.

Of course the book explores societal ideas and psychologies that surround the dead body and the biological realities of the human corpse, which keep it interesting (if not mildly disturbing), because as much as I'd like to say I can read an entire book on uses for cadavers, it can get a bit....stiff. There's a line in it, "We are biology." As absorbed as we are in our appearance and specifically our bodies, it is rather hard to comes to terms with what eventual will become of our little skin bags. I adopted a rather natural way of looking at this a while ago, and still it disturbs my manner somewhat. Anyway, I recommend the book, it's a good read.

In other news, I've been approached to write a short for a stand-in I met on set. She's making the movie with one of her friends and said she thought of me immediately to flesh out their ideas into a screenplay. I am kind of interested but definately wary of getting involved. I haven't repsonded yet, nor am I sure how to. The thing is I've had alot of experience in this field and I have a pretty realistic outlook, but I don't want to come across as an ass, when I explain this or start listing stipulations I would want if I was to participate. Anyone that knows me can understand why I would have cold feet entering into such a situation.

Mr. Nobody

Nobody likes being a nobody, but some days you just are. And yesterday was a nobody day for yours truly. Not a very rewarding day at work. No good company. No challenges. No laptop. In the last scene of the day, I stood-in for a day player. Usually as a stand-in crew and the director will try to remember your name. Nope, not this time. I was mostly referred to as "this guy."

Plus I was really tired, so tired in fact that in between takes, (picture me sitting at a desk, as was my position, resting my head in my hands, arms bent 90 degrees) I nearly nodded off. I started to hear an echo-y "rolling" and snapped awake thankfully.

Of course being a nobody is better than being an out of work nobody which is what I am today and tomorrow as well. I know. I'll just think of the good I can do with this free time.

Been To the Talkies Lately?

I've had the opportunity to watch two movies recently. The Departed, a movie I have been meaning to see for the last two weeks, and Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan. Both of these movies were excellent! Must-Sees you might say.
The Departed was ulta-violent, brutily actually, but also realistically... I imagine anyway. The acting was brilliantly done by all, of course with a cast such as the cast the movie boasts, this is expected, yet still greatly appreciated. I could say the movie was tense, but in order for you to completely understand let me tell you that it was SO tense that I left the theater with a headache from all the tension.

Borat was hiralious, there were a few moments were I could barely take the grossness of the movie, but I laughed my ass off. Seriously, I have not seen a funnier movie in a long long time. Though I was upset to see parents with their kids there. This is NOT a movie for kids. And I was even more disappointed in the parents when they continued to stay after the many examples of why this is not a movie meant for kids. Selfish fucks.

Just What the Doctor Ordered

My self-imposed bout of R and R was nothing less than exquisite.

The Ethos Reactor

It's here folks! I am not sure what to compare this website to...The Onion perhaps, but not. At any rate a large group of friends and I are the proud parents. So far my only contribution has been the illustrations and banners, which not all are up currently. The site is still under construction, but is certainly worth checking out immediately... I mean NOW!

The Ethos Reactor

We Have a Heartbeat!

So it's been a while huh? Well, much of the last week's been pretty shitty. There are aspects of my life that are really good right now and others which simply bite. Life is funny like that. I don't really feel like getting into any of it however. This is a slow week for work, so I've decided to take some time off for personal things. Starting tomorrow. Though yesterday and today have been days off as well. Yesterdy wasn't really a productive day, I watched "The Aviator" once again, and just relaxed for the majority of the day. Today I am however feeling slightly more ambitious. I made banana bread. (I'm not really into the whole baking thing, but I hate to waste the bananas, and I am a fan of banana bread) The last couple I times I've made this yummy dessert I have forgotten to include always one key ingredient. This time it was the sugar. I have no idea what this is gonna taste like, I suspect it will be awful. I also mopped my floor as it needed it desperately. Yes, I am a stay-at-home mom today. The remainder of the day is mostly going to be reserved for writing postcards to casting places and doing creative stuff. Exciting no?