sounds suspiciously like 'labia.' is this an undercover form of misoginy?!
The Word of the Day for October 31 is:
lamia \LAY-mee-uh\ noun :
a female demon : vampire
According to Greek mythology, Lamia was a queen of Libya who was beloved by Zeus. When Hera, Zeus's wife, robbed her of her children from this union, Lamia killed every child she could get into her power. Stories were also told of a fiend named Lamia who, in the form of a beautiful woman, seduced young men in order to devour them and who also sucked the blood of children. Such nightmarish legends uncannily compelled poet John Keats, and many other writers before and after him, to write their own tales of Lamia, which still haunt and terrify those souls who dare read them.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
The Quest of Loooove
read the above in a deep drawl, for full effect
Dating is a tricky thing. It's not friendship, really. And it's not love. You bob into and out of each other's lives faster than the Energizer Bunny on a mission.
So what the fuck am I doing tap-tapping around intimacy with near-strangers? Thoughts like these come to mind at the most inappropriate times...like, 'ooh,' 'ahh,' 'wait, gotta go.'
I'm starting to see it for exactly what it is...exploring a moment of magic where, for at least one date, we are each other's It.
You get to explore your different sides...one minute I'm feeling hippiesh, next hipster, sometimes reminiscing about a cult-ish past, other times talking business plans. It's an opportunity to learn new things, not least about yourself.
And it's a heady convergence with a bunch of chemical reactions taking you to new places.
Study. Travel. Mushrooms. Sports. Now I can add 'Dating' to my list of adventures.
I sound like Frodo on a mission.
Dating is a tricky thing. It's not friendship, really. And it's not love. You bob into and out of each other's lives faster than the Energizer Bunny on a mission.
So what the fuck am I doing tap-tapping around intimacy with near-strangers? Thoughts like these come to mind at the most inappropriate times...like, 'ooh,' 'ahh,' 'wait, gotta go.'
I'm starting to see it for exactly what it is...exploring a moment of magic where, for at least one date, we are each other's It.
You get to explore your different sides...one minute I'm feeling hippiesh, next hipster, sometimes reminiscing about a cult-ish past, other times talking business plans. It's an opportunity to learn new things, not least about yourself.
And it's a heady convergence with a bunch of chemical reactions taking you to new places.
Study. Travel. Mushrooms. Sports. Now I can add 'Dating' to my list of adventures.
I sound like Frodo on a mission.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Word of the Day
Read the background on this sheisty little word!
burke \BERK\ verb *1 : to suppress quietly or indirectly 2 : bypass, avoid
Example sentence: The governor attempted to discreetly burke all inquiries into his alleged misuse of state funds.
Did you know? When an elderly pensioner died at the Edinburgh boarding house of William Hare in 1827, the proprietor and his friend William Burke decided to sell the body to a local anatomy school. The sale was so lucrative that they decided to make sure they could repeat it. They began luring nameless wanderers (who were not likely to be missed) into the house, getting them drunk, then smothering or strangling them and selling the bodies. The two disposed of at least 15 victims before murdering a local woman whose disappearance led to their arrest. At Burke's execution (by hanging), irate crowds shouted "Burke him!" As a result of the case, the word "burke" became a byword first for death by strangulation and eventually for any cover-up.
burke \BERK\ verb *1 : to suppress quietly or indirectly 2 : bypass, avoid
Example sentence: The governor attempted to discreetly burke all inquiries into his alleged misuse of state funds.
Did you know? When an elderly pensioner died at the Edinburgh boarding house of William Hare in 1827, the proprietor and his friend William Burke decided to sell the body to a local anatomy school. The sale was so lucrative that they decided to make sure they could repeat it. They began luring nameless wanderers (who were not likely to be missed) into the house, getting them drunk, then smothering or strangling them and selling the bodies. The two disposed of at least 15 victims before murdering a local woman whose disappearance led to their arrest. At Burke's execution (by hanging), irate crowds shouted "Burke him!" As a result of the case, the word "burke" became a byword first for death by strangulation and eventually for any cover-up.
FOOD FIGHT!
Somebody found a 4,000 year old bowl of noodles in the mountains of Japan. The discovery is challenging the belief that Italians invented pasta.
Shit's gon' go DOowwwn.
picture the mafia, some suma wrestlers, and a lot of flying noodles.
Shit's gon' go DOowwwn.
picture the mafia, some suma wrestlers, and a lot of flying noodles.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Would You Watch this Show?
Here's part of my latest TV treatment, reworked from a friend's idea.
Cast and Crew:
The MAKE A WISH show will feature a FEMALE HOST: A ‘fairy godmother’ of sorts; think the wise-cracking, nose-wrinkling, matronly English hostess of ‘HOW CLEAN IS YOUR HOUSE.’
CAST and CREW will include anyone and everyone on the production staff (the MAGIC-MAKERS team) as part of the behind-the-scenes filming approach.
Image Concept:
-Picture a hot-pink billboard with a fairy god-mother waving her star-trailing wand over the show’s title: ‘MAKE A WISH.’ Except that ‘You asked for it!’ is the glossy-black italicized byline beneath, and god-mother’s twinkling eyes and one raised-eyebrow suggest something slightly more edgy, even potentially hazardous to your health.
-A print-ad, with more room for description, could work the concept of ‘The Fairy God-mother’s Evil Twin’ and her doppelganger team of Elves (‘MAGIC-MAKERS). ‘When magic-makers roll up their sleeves and get to work.’
-A TV commercial could open to the sweet tones of ‘Bibbity-bobbity-baaaaaaaaeeeeeewwwww.’ Tone-downslide.
Possible Wishes:
1. I want to make out with Orlando Bloom. (ok, well I do!)
2. I want to have a tree house that I can actually live in.
3. 8 Year old Billy has always wanted to drive a tank over some cars.
4. I want to actually be a pirate in the Caribbean.
5. I want to ride in an Amish buggy.
6. I want to swim in a pool of Jell-O
7. I want a date, just one date, with my long ago high-school sweetheart.
8. I want to clone a sheep.
9. I want to get in the Guinness Book of World Records for baking the largest Cupcake.
10. I want a cameo appearance as a Simpson Character.
11. I want to blow up my crappy old car and still get charity-donation credit from the IRS.
12. I want a pet Kangaroo that I can walk-hop down the Venice Boardwalk.
13. I want to be shot out of a cannon.
14. I want to learn to sky board (skydiving with a snowboard).
15. I want to go naked to Burning Man.
16. I want to build a snowman at the North Pole.
17. I want a house built out of Legos.
18. I want to push a piano (or my boss) off a skyscraper.
19. I want one more shot at being the pro football/baseball/basketball player I should have been.
20. I want to be surrounded by Playmates in a hot-tub at the Playboy mansion.
*Make A Wish*
"You Asked For It”
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Nutshell: The reality show that’s a fairy-tale come to life; with a twist. Through street interviews, e-mail and snail-mail submissions, potential participants – as yet unaware of the show - will reveal their wackiest, most personal, or otherwise most interesting desires. Selected participants will be reminded of the adage ‘Be careful what you wish for; you just might get it’ when they unexpectedly experience the reality of receiving their outlandish wish. The MAKE A WISH team will choose each week’s wish based on entertainment value, feasibility, and production cost.
Cast and Crew:
The MAKE A WISH show will feature a FEMALE HOST: A ‘fairy godmother’ of sorts; think the wise-cracking, nose-wrinkling, matronly English hostess of ‘HOW CLEAN IS YOUR HOUSE.’
CAST and CREW will include anyone and everyone on the production staff (the MAGIC-MAKERS team) as part of the behind-the-scenes filming approach.
Image Concept:
-Picture a hot-pink billboard with a fairy god-mother waving her star-trailing wand over the show’s title: ‘MAKE A WISH.’ Except that ‘You asked for it!’ is the glossy-black italicized byline beneath, and god-mother’s twinkling eyes and one raised-eyebrow suggest something slightly more edgy, even potentially hazardous to your health.
-A print-ad, with more room for description, could work the concept of ‘The Fairy God-mother’s Evil Twin’ and her doppelganger team of Elves (‘MAGIC-MAKERS). ‘When magic-makers roll up their sleeves and get to work.’
-A TV commercial could open to the sweet tones of ‘Bibbity-bobbity-baaaaaaaaeeeeeewwwww.’ Tone-downslide.
Possible Wishes:
1. I want to make out with Orlando Bloom. (ok, well I do!)
2. I want to have a tree house that I can actually live in.
3. 8 Year old Billy has always wanted to drive a tank over some cars.
4. I want to actually be a pirate in the Caribbean.
5. I want to ride in an Amish buggy.
6. I want to swim in a pool of Jell-O
7. I want a date, just one date, with my long ago high-school sweetheart.
8. I want to clone a sheep.
9. I want to get in the Guinness Book of World Records for baking the largest Cupcake.
10. I want a cameo appearance as a Simpson Character.
11. I want to blow up my crappy old car and still get charity-donation credit from the IRS.
12. I want a pet Kangaroo that I can walk-hop down the Venice Boardwalk.
13. I want to be shot out of a cannon.
14. I want to learn to sky board (skydiving with a snowboard).
15. I want to go naked to Burning Man.
16. I want to build a snowman at the North Pole.
17. I want a house built out of Legos.
18. I want to push a piano (or my boss) off a skyscraper.
19. I want one more shot at being the pro football/baseball/basketball player I should have been.
20. I want to be surrounded by Playmates in a hot-tub at the Playboy mansion.
Making Spirits Bright
"Do you have a personal air conditioner I could borrow?"
Santa Claus wipes his brow as he waits for the 'Dear Santa' TV show casting call.
"I didn't want to use mine in the car on the way here. Gas prices these days..."
He tries to steer the conversation towarsd fuel and energy conservation, but all I can think is, 'why not just take the reindeer?'
I've been screening Santas all day. They roll off the elevators one hearty 'ho-ho' at a time. Now, if only there was tintinnabulation* it'd be perfect.
Ah well, life could be more boring...
*obviously I just wanted to use that word: \tin-tuh-nab-yuh-LAY-shun\ noun 1 : the ringing or sounding of bells *2 : a jingling or tinkling sound as if of bells
Santa Claus wipes his brow as he waits for the 'Dear Santa' TV show casting call.
"I didn't want to use mine in the car on the way here. Gas prices these days..."
He tries to steer the conversation towarsd fuel and energy conservation, but all I can think is, 'why not just take the reindeer?'
I've been screening Santas all day. They roll off the elevators one hearty 'ho-ho' at a time. Now, if only there was tintinnabulation* it'd be perfect.
Ah well, life could be more boring...
*obviously I just wanted to use that word: \tin-tuh-nab-yuh-LAY-shun\ noun 1 : the ringing or sounding of bells *2 : a jingling or tinkling sound as if of bells
How You Doin this Morning?
I issue the requisite receptionist-greeting to Mario, a production assistant on the TV show Blind Date. I'm temporarily working at the front-desk.
He responds, "Girl, it's another day in Hollywood. So I'm doin amazin."
There's a pause for my surprised transition to dubious enthusiasm. As a general rule, Hollywood is popular everywhere but within its own borders.
"Oh! That's a good thing?"
"Girl, sometimes I look around me, and I think I'm in a dream. I'm in Hollywood, man! I grew up down South. Pickin' peas and shit." He scoops up the mail and starts down the sunshine-yellow hallway. His pearly whites outshine a backdrop of glossy larger-than-life TV posters.
"Sometimes I look down as I'm walking, and I'm like, 'Lookit' yo feet! Look where they're walkin'!"
Mario is a singer/songwriter. He's been here for 2 years and still has the enthusiasm that just might carry him onto, across, and over the Green Day- dubbed 'boulevard of broken dreams.'
So how am I doing this morning? Renewed. Ready to spend another 8 hours working on my latest TV treatment. Revitalized to chase my own dreams for another day.
UPDATE PS
yep, i stayed in LA. and i'm glad.
He responds, "Girl, it's another day in Hollywood. So I'm doin amazin."
There's a pause for my surprised transition to dubious enthusiasm. As a general rule, Hollywood is popular everywhere but within its own borders.
"Oh! That's a good thing?"
"Girl, sometimes I look around me, and I think I'm in a dream. I'm in Hollywood, man! I grew up down South. Pickin' peas and shit." He scoops up the mail and starts down the sunshine-yellow hallway. His pearly whites outshine a backdrop of glossy larger-than-life TV posters.
"Sometimes I look down as I'm walking, and I'm like, 'Lookit' yo feet! Look where they're walkin'!"
Mario is a singer/songwriter. He's been here for 2 years and still has the enthusiasm that just might carry him onto, across, and over the Green Day- dubbed 'boulevard of broken dreams.'
So how am I doing this morning? Renewed. Ready to spend another 8 hours working on my latest TV treatment. Revitalized to chase my own dreams for another day.
UPDATE PS
yep, i stayed in LA. and i'm glad.
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