I've been thinking about redesigning the place here. It's starting to bore me a little... But, I'm at a total blank about what I want to do with the design. So, I thought maybe I'd see if anyone wants to help me. Then, I thought, yeah right, people need to read this place first...
Then after that, I thought what if I made it like a contest... An idea was born... Albeit probably a lame idea and one I'm not expecting to get any response about... Wow! I'm getting negative...
But, well, this gives me something to blog about, no? So, here we go. I could offer a prize, but what do I have to offer? How about friendship and devotion? Not good enough.. Ok... Money? That would be like paying for a redesign. Ok, so I don't really have much for an incentive... I'll link to you, that's a good start, no? We can discuss a better prize...
Ok, here's the unofficial rules:
1) You're design must have the color grey in some fashion. After all, the place is called "Everything Grey."
2) Needs to work with blogger... the free stuff. I'm (obviously) cheap and don't want to pay extra for stuff related to the blog.
3) The design should represent me. If you need a clue on who I am, well, have a look around, read up on me and the thoughts in my head.
That's all for the rules. The contest will end when I feel like it. I'm reserving the right to close it when I feel like it because I'm really not expecting a response.
But, if you want to enter, email me describing your concept. Then, we'll talk.
And if you have an idea for a prize, lemme know that to 'cause I'm open...
Good designing!
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Monday, June 21, 2004
I was acting... Brilliant!
So, while you were out, I auditioned for and got a part in Fiddler on the Roof at a local community theatre. I'll be Lazar Wolf, weekends starting in August...
Today, we were rehearsing the Anatevka scene, where the Russian Jews are told they have to leave their homes by order of the powers that be... It's a very emotional scene complete with a teary, sad song. During the song, we're supposed to start filing out of the village, knowing there is nothing we can do about being kicked out of our homes.
After the first run through of the scene, the director had to stop everyone and tell them an example of what to do while filing out. She said, "There was one person, and I won't name names, who did it so beautifully. It was breathtaking." She was referring to me. At least, I assume she was talking about me judging by her body language (I could be wrong. But, it's better for the story here that she was talking about me)...
All I did during the walk was turn around and look back on the village, as if to say good-bye. Actually, I was doing some method acting then. It's a really depressing scene for me having recently left my "home" for a new, unsure of what it holds, beginning. I kind of identify with the theme there.
I noticed when we did the same scene the day before, I was completely depressed after rehearsal. Just utterly and completely mind-fucked. Guess I wasn't "out" of the scene yet. And again, after we were finished with that scene, my mood was not pleasant. Thankfully, we did other scenes and that helped snap me outta my blueness. But, I realized that's the end of the show and I'm gonna need something every night to snap me outta that funk. I don't know what that's going to be. Maybe I'll get someone in the cast to tell me a joke or something backstage after the scene. I need an out 'cause it's gonna get harder and harder to pull myself out of that...
Today, we were rehearsing the Anatevka scene, where the Russian Jews are told they have to leave their homes by order of the powers that be... It's a very emotional scene complete with a teary, sad song. During the song, we're supposed to start filing out of the village, knowing there is nothing we can do about being kicked out of our homes.
After the first run through of the scene, the director had to stop everyone and tell them an example of what to do while filing out. She said, "There was one person, and I won't name names, who did it so beautifully. It was breathtaking." She was referring to me. At least, I assume she was talking about me judging by her body language (I could be wrong. But, it's better for the story here that she was talking about me)...
All I did during the walk was turn around and look back on the village, as if to say good-bye. Actually, I was doing some method acting then. It's a really depressing scene for me having recently left my "home" for a new, unsure of what it holds, beginning. I kind of identify with the theme there.
I noticed when we did the same scene the day before, I was completely depressed after rehearsal. Just utterly and completely mind-fucked. Guess I wasn't "out" of the scene yet. And again, after we were finished with that scene, my mood was not pleasant. Thankfully, we did other scenes and that helped snap me outta my blueness. But, I realized that's the end of the show and I'm gonna need something every night to snap me outta that funk. I don't know what that's going to be. Maybe I'll get someone in the cast to tell me a joke or something backstage after the scene. I need an out 'cause it's gonna get harder and harder to pull myself out of that...
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
Shaken, Not Stirred
How to make a ML
Ingredients:
5 parts intelligence
1 part silliness
1 part empathy
Method:
Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add sadness to taste! Do not overindulge!
Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com
That tester just about hit the nail on the head. Though, personally, I think there should be at least 3 parts of silliness. For a real ML, substitute Southern Comfort for intellegence and Coke (or soda, or pop) for silliness.
Ingredients:
5 parts intelligence
1 part silliness
1 part empathy
Method:
Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add sadness to taste! Do not overindulge!
Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com
That tester just about hit the nail on the head. Though, personally, I think there should be at least 3 parts of silliness. For a real ML, substitute Southern Comfort for intellegence and Coke (or soda, or pop) for silliness.
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
On Death and Dying: Goodbye Mama
Perhaps the recent passing of my Mama (my mother's mother) is effecting me more than I thought it would as I have completely devoured a 5.3 oz bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups under 6 hours. That's about 30 peanut butter cups, folks.
Spiritually, I'm fine. Dealing with her passing, I'm fine. We've known for a while to be prepared for her eventual passing. And knowing that I probably would never see her again after moving, I've sorta "pre-grieved." She's definitely in a happier place now. While, I personally may have a few issues with my religious beliefs about death and what happens when we die, knowing how strongly Mama believed in God and Jesus, I am quite sure she is with them in her heaven.
I am unable to go to the funeral due to, well, bad timing. The funeral is on Thursday, but unfortunately, the movers come on Friday. And with all that's left to do before the movers arrive, there's just no humanly way possible for me to be there. I would like to have been able to be there for my mother (and the rest of the family), though. But, they all understand my situation. Three days later, and I could have easily been there.
But, in my own selfish way, maybe it's better for me not to be there for the burial. I can mourn on my own time and my own way. Seeing a dead body in a coffin or just knowing they're inside a close coffin is just not a good way for me to deal. But, that's just me. Feel free to grieve, just don't judge me when I don't do it your way.
I can only remember going to one funeral before. A college professor, but I wasn't really close to him. I was going more for my friends who were very close to him. Mama is different. She's the first person I love to die. And, you know, I'm really ok with her passing. Like I said, she's a bajillion times happier right now.
No, I'm not going to do a sappy memorial post. In all honestly, while I loved her and she loved me (and all her family), I'm not the best person to eulogize her life. If you knew her, then you know she's in heaven smiling down on us.
Spiritually, I'm fine. Dealing with her passing, I'm fine. We've known for a while to be prepared for her eventual passing. And knowing that I probably would never see her again after moving, I've sorta "pre-grieved." She's definitely in a happier place now. While, I personally may have a few issues with my religious beliefs about death and what happens when we die, knowing how strongly Mama believed in God and Jesus, I am quite sure she is with them in her heaven.
I am unable to go to the funeral due to, well, bad timing. The funeral is on Thursday, but unfortunately, the movers come on Friday. And with all that's left to do before the movers arrive, there's just no humanly way possible for me to be there. I would like to have been able to be there for my mother (and the rest of the family), though. But, they all understand my situation. Three days later, and I could have easily been there.
But, in my own selfish way, maybe it's better for me not to be there for the burial. I can mourn on my own time and my own way. Seeing a dead body in a coffin or just knowing they're inside a close coffin is just not a good way for me to deal. But, that's just me. Feel free to grieve, just don't judge me when I don't do it your way.
I can only remember going to one funeral before. A college professor, but I wasn't really close to him. I was going more for my friends who were very close to him. Mama is different. She's the first person I love to die. And, you know, I'm really ok with her passing. Like I said, she's a bajillion times happier right now.
No, I'm not going to do a sappy memorial post. In all honestly, while I loved her and she loved me (and all her family), I'm not the best person to eulogize her life. If you knew her, then you know she's in heaven smiling down on us.
Thursday, May 06, 2004
The Final Friends
I'm sure you know that tonight's episode of Friends will be the last one. I'm also sure that more than a few of you will cry tonight around 9:53pm Eastern/8:53pm Central. Don't forget, it's all about Friends tonight on NBC. A one hour clip show airs first.
Will Ross and Rachel end up together? Probably. How could they not? If they don't, it'll likely be perceived as a worse send-off than Seinfeld was (Personally, I rather liked how Seinfeld ended. The last scene made complete sense, but that's another post). As for Monica and Chandler, what's their storyline? I haven't watched the last few episodes. Aren't they adopting some blondie's kid? And buying a house? Well, moving out of that apartment makes sense. That will represent more of an ending than anything else.
What about Phoebe? Does anyone care? And Joey, NBC hopes you'll care, but I really can't see a Joey Tribiani spin-off working ratings magic.
On a side note, I can not friggin' wait until the new season of The O. C.
Back to Friends. Here's a good article about the last episode. It basically says that Friends isn't so much a sitcom as a funny soap opera. And know you, kinda makes sense. Read the article and think about it...
Here's my tribute to the ending of Friends. It's a spoof I wrote a few months ago that never got produced. Enjoy.
THE FINAL FRIENDS
by: ML
Concept: A promo spot for the final episode of Friends
ANNOUNCER:
Thursday on the final episode of Friends.
(*Joey, Phoebe, Chandler, Monica, Rachel and Ross are hanging out at a coffee shop.*)
PHOEBE:
I can't believe it's over.
CHANDLER:
Could it BE any more over?
ANNOUNCER:
6 careers come to an end...
MONICA: (*realizing*)
Oh My God! David is now the breadwinner!
RACHEL: (*mockingly weighing their husband choices*)
David... Brad... David... Brad... Oh yeah, that was a better choice.
ANNOUNCER:
Get ready to say good-bye...
PHOEBE:
You guys, what are we going to do?
JOEY: (*eating cake*)
Well, they gave me a spin off...
(*All 5 eye Joey jealousy*)
RACHEL:
Get him!!
(*They attack Joey and beat him down*)
ANNOUNCER:
Be there for the big send off...
ROSS: (*Kicking Joey*)
You were in Ed?!?! How the F*** did you get a spin off?
CHANDLER:
Could you BE any lamer? At least, I kissed Selma Hayak!
(*They all end up on top of Joey, wrestling him down.)*
ANNOUNCER:
The Final Friends... It's over... It's finally over... except in syndication...
ALL: (*They stop beating up Joey and look up*)
Syndication?
MONICA:
That's right! I'm still the breadwinner!
RACHEL: (*Standing up*)
Oh, that'll last longer than any Joey spin-off...
PHOEBE:
Don't forget all the DVD sales.
CHANDLER:
Could we BE any more overexposed?
ROSS: (*Looks around*)
Where's Emma? And Ben?
*Cut to Friends End page*
ANNOUNCER:
The Final Friends... Dear God, please let it end...
FADE TO BLACK
Will Ross and Rachel end up together? Probably. How could they not? If they don't, it'll likely be perceived as a worse send-off than Seinfeld was (Personally, I rather liked how Seinfeld ended. The last scene made complete sense, but that's another post). As for Monica and Chandler, what's their storyline? I haven't watched the last few episodes. Aren't they adopting some blondie's kid? And buying a house? Well, moving out of that apartment makes sense. That will represent more of an ending than anything else.
What about Phoebe? Does anyone care? And Joey, NBC hopes you'll care, but I really can't see a Joey Tribiani spin-off working ratings magic.
On a side note, I can not friggin' wait until the new season of The O. C.
Back to Friends. Here's a good article about the last episode. It basically says that Friends isn't so much a sitcom as a funny soap opera. And know you, kinda makes sense. Read the article and think about it...
Here's my tribute to the ending of Friends. It's a spoof I wrote a few months ago that never got produced. Enjoy.
THE FINAL FRIENDS
by: ML
Concept: A promo spot for the final episode of Friends
ANNOUNCER:
Thursday on the final episode of Friends.
(*Joey, Phoebe, Chandler, Monica, Rachel and Ross are hanging out at a coffee shop.*)
PHOEBE:
I can't believe it's over.
CHANDLER:
Could it BE any more over?
ANNOUNCER:
6 careers come to an end...
MONICA: (*realizing*)
Oh My God! David is now the breadwinner!
RACHEL: (*mockingly weighing their husband choices*)
David... Brad... David... Brad... Oh yeah, that was a better choice.
ANNOUNCER:
Get ready to say good-bye...
PHOEBE:
You guys, what are we going to do?
JOEY: (*eating cake*)
Well, they gave me a spin off...
(*All 5 eye Joey jealousy*)
RACHEL:
Get him!!
(*They attack Joey and beat him down*)
ANNOUNCER:
Be there for the big send off...
ROSS: (*Kicking Joey*)
You were in Ed?!?! How the F*** did you get a spin off?
CHANDLER:
Could you BE any lamer? At least, I kissed Selma Hayak!
(*They all end up on top of Joey, wrestling him down.)*
ANNOUNCER:
The Final Friends... It's over... It's finally over... except in syndication...
ALL: (*They stop beating up Joey and look up*)
Syndication?
MONICA:
That's right! I'm still the breadwinner!
RACHEL: (*Standing up*)
Oh, that'll last longer than any Joey spin-off...
PHOEBE:
Don't forget all the DVD sales.
CHANDLER:
Could we BE any more overexposed?
ROSS: (*Looks around*)
Where's Emma? And Ben?
*Cut to Friends End page*
ANNOUNCER:
The Final Friends... Dear God, please let it end...
FADE TO BLACK
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