There will be more, soon. But this, snapped during my visit to the Museum of Modern Art, pretty well sums up my trip.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Oh, yes.
There will be more, soon. But this, snapped during my visit to the Museum of Modern Art, pretty well sums up my trip.
Friday, January 23, 2009
The glamorous life
Not much exciting going on here...just trying to run down the list of errands before I leave tomorrow. Return library books, print out itinerary for Don of my activities and the kid's activities. Double check babysitting arrangements and rides to activities for kids. Get copies of headshots made(a pain in the butt, but too boring to elaborate on). Mail some long overdue forms. Try to burn into my brain where I have to be and when and what form of public transit I'm taking to get there. I have phone numbers of two friends from college, one in NY and one in CT that I'm going to try to connect with while I'm gone, I hope that works out. Clean the fish tank. Pick up Scooby's new glasses. Organize my clothes. Go to the bank. Exciting!!!
Today I'm packing and cleaning the dentist office, getting a travel book from the library, and making another trip to the post office. My flight is tomorrow at 11:30! Pray for me - or at least do what they say in England...hold your thumbs for me!
Today I'm packing and cleaning the dentist office, getting a travel book from the library, and making another trip to the post office. My flight is tomorrow at 11:30! Pray for me - or at least do what they say in England...hold your thumbs for me!
Friday, January 16, 2009
Brr
I suppose it will sound redundant to most of the country to admit that it's cold here. Freezing. Quite a bit below freezing, actually. Like minus 2 degrees. Now, I know in Norwood, that's backyard barbeque weather, but here it's kind of a shock to the system. Thankfully, our furnace works, the car has been starting and the heater for the one remaining fish in the tank hasn't conked out. Despite these blessings, however, it's pretty freaking miserable. The kids' hands and lips are all chapped, the cat is incredibly cranky, and I'm about ready to sign up with any school south of the border. Winter sucks.
Don is away for the weekend on a guy's camping trip with 5 of his friends. Fortunately, it's wussy camping, in a heated cabin with cigars and beer. Hopefully he'll have fun. His Christmas vacation was kind of defeated by the coughing and hacking. Then next week, I'm off to NYC for my auditions!
Can I mention briefly how freaked out I am? I was totally planning on losing 20 pounds by this time, and getting in a couple more monologue coaching sessions. Oh well. Stress-eating demolished the 20 pound plan, and financial woes nixed the coaching sessions. I'm trying to just view it as a fun trip to visit Steve, (and help him pack...) with a side of a few insignificant auditions along the way. Que sera sera.
On the home front, Cinderella's front teeth are coming in nicely, Tarzan's been bumped up another reading group level at school, and Scooby's considering entering a Shakespeare monologue and scene contest. (He's not being influenced in that decision at all. Ha ha.)
Time for a possett and a hot water bottle.
Don is away for the weekend on a guy's camping trip with 5 of his friends. Fortunately, it's wussy camping, in a heated cabin with cigars and beer. Hopefully he'll have fun. His Christmas vacation was kind of defeated by the coughing and hacking. Then next week, I'm off to NYC for my auditions!
Can I mention briefly how freaked out I am? I was totally planning on losing 20 pounds by this time, and getting in a couple more monologue coaching sessions. Oh well. Stress-eating demolished the 20 pound plan, and financial woes nixed the coaching sessions. I'm trying to just view it as a fun trip to visit Steve, (and help him pack...) with a side of a few insignificant auditions along the way. Que sera sera.
On the home front, Cinderella's front teeth are coming in nicely, Tarzan's been bumped up another reading group level at school, and Scooby's considering entering a Shakespeare monologue and scene contest. (He's not being influenced in that decision at all. Ha ha.)
Time for a possett and a hot water bottle.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Friday, January 09, 2009
Movies Becki will not be seeing in 2009
I have stolen, um, I mean, borrowed the following entry from my friend Becki. Actually I asked her permission first, so it's not really stealing at all. Read it and see why she is my friend. I like to surround myself with funny people!
Movies I Will Not Be Seeing in 2009
Well, here we are, on the cusp of a new year, and you know what that means! That’s right! The media telling us what we’re going to like for the next twelve months! Following my perusal of several “must see” movie-lists, I’ve come up with my own “must not see” list.
After all, a girl’s got to stand up to the man.
1. My Bloody Valentine, 3D. If you have ever had the good fortune to spend more than 30 seconds with me, you know that I am a huge chicken. The line between “fear” and “fun” is very thick, well defined, and guarded with electric fence.
And barbed wire.
And gnomes, with guns.
I have never been able to comprehend the phrase “It’s not scary! It’s FUNNY!” How can you possibly get those two things confused?! “It’s not scary, it’s ALLEGORY!”, okay. “It’s not scary, it’s a DOCUMENTARY.” Sure. I’ll even go so far as “It’s not scary, it’s a METAPHOR FOR THE ROLE CULTURAL RELATIVISM PLAYS IN THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL OF CIVILIZATION.” But funny?! No.
I could spend all day complaining about why horror movies are not entertainment, but I know that some of you make your living as the voice of serial killer Vic Towbridge in “Exit Speed” (out on DVD now!). So I’ll just sum it up and say that just thinking about a horror movie in 3D makes me want to curl into the fetal position, and I can do that for free in my own home, thank you very much.
2. Fast and Furious. Am I delirious, or was this movie already made? Let me check the ol’ IMDB.com….hmmmm….yes. Yes, it was, only it had a few “ands” and “thes” that are now absent from this brilliantly concise title.
I have a few questions about this whole franchise. If you can answer them, please. Enlighten me. First of all, I would like to know who is seeing these movies. Single men? Frustrated married men? Single women trolling for lonely single men? Mechanics? Vin Diesel’s mother? Whoever they are, they must be stopped. Next, I would like to know if Vin Diesel’s last name had anything to do with his acquisition of this Role Of A Lifetime. I mean, it’s a car movie. And his last name’s Diesel. That would be like David Spade being in that “Holes” movie from a few years back.
You with me? Anyone laugh at that? No? Okay, moving on.
3. The Pink Panther 2. Let me just clear this up: I love Steve Martin. Love him. With the intensity of a thousand suns. And I also love stupid comedy. I mean, come on. I’m a Toth. It’s in our genetic makeup. But this…this is asking too much.
Steve Martin and a cast of commendable actors who clearly owe Steve Martin huge favors (perhaps he donated organs to their children?) run around and solve crime. Whatev. But you know what really gets me? Steve Martin’s girlfriend in this movie (Emily Mortimer) is, in real life, 26 years younger than him. Let the record show that if I was dating someone who was 26 years younger than me, I’d be escorting a 3rd grader on his field trip to Old Economy.
Twenty six years. Sheesh. Where I come from, that’s two generations.
4. Bride Wars. This really isn’t fair. I wouldn’t see this no matter who was starring in it, but the fact that it’s starring Anne Hathaway (who reminds me of a brunette Ronald McDonald) pushes this over the precipitous edge. I get it, I get it. Girls who are getting married morph into Mothra, and will eat your face off if you catch them on a bad day.
To be honest, I’m not a fan of the romantic comedy in general (with a small number of notable exceptions), and one could probably make a compelling case about my distaste for rom-coms and my general cynicism toward all things mushy being in direct proportion. But honestly? Are we doing women any favors with movies like this? Do men really need one more reason to think we’re cranky, overly emotional, and irrational? Or am I just thinking too much?
5. Land of the Lost. Oh. Em. Gee. People, only one thing terrified me more as a child than the army of Oompa Loompas in "Willy Wonka", and that is the Saturday morning television program, "Land of the Lost". A little history for you Becki-Buffs--Saturday mornings in my house were piano lessons for my mom. My siblings and I were permitted in the TV room ONLY during this time--apparently, we were "loud", "distracting", and "incredibly annoying". Anyway, once my siblings latched onto the fact that I hated this show, I was forced to watch it every freaking week. All channel changes must be democratically decided, of course, and I was outvoted 2-1 every time.
As some of you know, I have a paralyzing fear of dinosaurs. I had to leave "Jurassic Park" because I thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown. I blame this show--even with it's lousy special effects, it did the trick and scared the crap outta me.
I read an interview with Will Farrell yesterday (he is starring in this movie, along with a bunch of people I've never heard of) in which he makes this comment:
"We thought it was better served if it errs more on the side of 'Jurassic Park' in terms of realism, and the dinosaurs are just scary as s---, and the comedy plays off of that. You're not going to see the zipper up the back of the Sleestaks' costumes."
Are you kidding me with this? I'd have to be hospitalized. No thanks.
And that, folks, ends not only our list of "Movies I Will Not Be Seeing In 2009", but also a sublist:
"Reasons Why Becki Will Die Alone In A Trailer Full Of Cats". Thanks for joining us.
Movies I Will Not Be Seeing in 2009
Well, here we are, on the cusp of a new year, and you know what that means! That’s right! The media telling us what we’re going to like for the next twelve months! Following my perusal of several “must see” movie-lists, I’ve come up with my own “must not see” list.
After all, a girl’s got to stand up to the man.
1. My Bloody Valentine, 3D. If you have ever had the good fortune to spend more than 30 seconds with me, you know that I am a huge chicken. The line between “fear” and “fun” is very thick, well defined, and guarded with electric fence.
And barbed wire.
And gnomes, with guns.
I have never been able to comprehend the phrase “It’s not scary! It’s FUNNY!” How can you possibly get those two things confused?! “It’s not scary, it’s ALLEGORY!”, okay. “It’s not scary, it’s a DOCUMENTARY.” Sure. I’ll even go so far as “It’s not scary, it’s a METAPHOR FOR THE ROLE CULTURAL RELATIVISM PLAYS IN THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL OF CIVILIZATION.” But funny?! No.
I could spend all day complaining about why horror movies are not entertainment, but I know that some of you make your living as the voice of serial killer Vic Towbridge in “Exit Speed” (out on DVD now!). So I’ll just sum it up and say that just thinking about a horror movie in 3D makes me want to curl into the fetal position, and I can do that for free in my own home, thank you very much.
2. Fast and Furious. Am I delirious, or was this movie already made? Let me check the ol’ IMDB.com….hmmmm….yes. Yes, it was, only it had a few “ands” and “thes” that are now absent from this brilliantly concise title.
I have a few questions about this whole franchise. If you can answer them, please. Enlighten me. First of all, I would like to know who is seeing these movies. Single men? Frustrated married men? Single women trolling for lonely single men? Mechanics? Vin Diesel’s mother? Whoever they are, they must be stopped. Next, I would like to know if Vin Diesel’s last name had anything to do with his acquisition of this Role Of A Lifetime. I mean, it’s a car movie. And his last name’s Diesel. That would be like David Spade being in that “Holes” movie from a few years back.
You with me? Anyone laugh at that? No? Okay, moving on.
3. The Pink Panther 2. Let me just clear this up: I love Steve Martin. Love him. With the intensity of a thousand suns. And I also love stupid comedy. I mean, come on. I’m a Toth. It’s in our genetic makeup. But this…this is asking too much.
Steve Martin and a cast of commendable actors who clearly owe Steve Martin huge favors (perhaps he donated organs to their children?) run around and solve crime. Whatev. But you know what really gets me? Steve Martin’s girlfriend in this movie (Emily Mortimer) is, in real life, 26 years younger than him. Let the record show that if I was dating someone who was 26 years younger than me, I’d be escorting a 3rd grader on his field trip to Old Economy.
Twenty six years. Sheesh. Where I come from, that’s two generations.
4. Bride Wars. This really isn’t fair. I wouldn’t see this no matter who was starring in it, but the fact that it’s starring Anne Hathaway (who reminds me of a brunette Ronald McDonald) pushes this over the precipitous edge. I get it, I get it. Girls who are getting married morph into Mothra, and will eat your face off if you catch them on a bad day.
To be honest, I’m not a fan of the romantic comedy in general (with a small number of notable exceptions), and one could probably make a compelling case about my distaste for rom-coms and my general cynicism toward all things mushy being in direct proportion. But honestly? Are we doing women any favors with movies like this? Do men really need one more reason to think we’re cranky, overly emotional, and irrational? Or am I just thinking too much?
5. Land of the Lost. Oh. Em. Gee. People, only one thing terrified me more as a child than the army of Oompa Loompas in "Willy Wonka", and that is the Saturday morning television program, "Land of the Lost". A little history for you Becki-Buffs--Saturday mornings in my house were piano lessons for my mom. My siblings and I were permitted in the TV room ONLY during this time--apparently, we were "loud", "distracting", and "incredibly annoying". Anyway, once my siblings latched onto the fact that I hated this show, I was forced to watch it every freaking week. All channel changes must be democratically decided, of course, and I was outvoted 2-1 every time.
As some of you know, I have a paralyzing fear of dinosaurs. I had to leave "Jurassic Park" because I thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown. I blame this show--even with it's lousy special effects, it did the trick and scared the crap outta me.
I read an interview with Will Farrell yesterday (he is starring in this movie, along with a bunch of people I've never heard of) in which he makes this comment:
"We thought it was better served if it errs more on the side of 'Jurassic Park' in terms of realism, and the dinosaurs are just scary as s---, and the comedy plays off of that. You're not going to see the zipper up the back of the Sleestaks' costumes."
Are you kidding me with this? I'd have to be hospitalized. No thanks.
And that, folks, ends not only our list of "Movies I Will Not Be Seeing In 2009", but also a sublist:
"Reasons Why Becki Will Die Alone In A Trailer Full Of Cats". Thanks for joining us.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Happy 2009!
Yes, it's January, 2009 and I can no longer procrastinate looking at the ever so scary "financial aid" portion of the college application process. The new FAFSA (federal student loan application) is available and at least one of the schools needs it completed by tomorrow. Of course, the information on the FAFSA is dependent on your 2008 tax return, which I cannot yet complete since I've only received one of the forms out of the 5 DIFFERENT ONES I need, and the one that Don needs in order to complete it. So I spent about two hours today trying to fudge my way through completing a tax form so I could at least get some estimated numbers to put into the other form. In the meantime, the other form timed out and I can't currently retrieve it. Which is probably okay, because I have to go pick up the boys in 15 minutes so I can drag all three kids to a production meeting for Beauty and the Beast. Then we'll return home, I'll fix dinner, nag them to do their homework, do baths, and try to get them to bed so I can finish the freaking form in time to watch the new episode of Grey's Anatomy. On the plus side, I'm way ahead in terms of completing our taxes.
I'll write more about the holidays at another time, when I'm not so crabby. They truly were wonderful, despite the bronchitis.
ps: 8:45pm There. It's done. Stupid forms.
I'll write more about the holidays at another time, when I'm not so crabby. They truly were wonderful, despite the bronchitis.
ps: 8:45pm There. It's done. Stupid forms.
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