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thoughts on a thursday morning.
Jun. 3rd, 2010 10:58 ami has a new starter. my car starts up good some. vroom vroom go. yays! but now i'm poor. boos!
i just interpreted and typed up 5 pages of handwritten, scanned-and-PDFed, investment hoo-ha text that was shot to me from denver. and there were only about three words i couldn't decipher. if i was going on handwriting alone, there was about 10 times more wordage that i couldn't read, but my powers of contextual comprehension are massive. MASSIVE!!! it's even more impressive when you know i understand nothing about investment hoo-ha. liquidity pools? vestible interest? maturity reconciliation? pah. it makes me feel good to start off the day being so awesome.
i spent some time with danny boy yesterday evening, talking and walking about the lakes. and i learned something: neil labute is not only the author of some mmmm...okaaay plays, he's also a film director. (really. i did not know this. me.) and a film director of some mmmm....shhhhittty movies. the wicker man, being tops among shitties. i wasn't that fond of possession or nurse betty. but the reason the man is dead to me now--and the reason he came up in conversation--is because he directed the recent martin lawrence remake of death at a funeral WHICH i may say NEVER NEEDED TO BE REMADE, ESPECIALLY SINCE THE ORIGINAL HAS THE BEAUTIFUL MATTHEW MACFAYDEN AND ALAN TUDYK'S NAKED ASS AND ONLY CAME OUT THREEEEEEEEEE (3!) YEARRRRRRS AGOOOOOOO. *fume* really, neil labute?
i just got a comment update from facebook. david beukema says, "nuts and gum - together at last!" i just spent approximately 10 real time seconds thinking about that...and all of it under heavy cringing.
i find it funny that this time last week i had a whole two things on my calendar for this week. my free week. the valley between petra and TL. and within 24 hours, every evening and weekend slot got filled. most of it with prep for and acutal doings of headshots.
can i just say...i really really need new headshots. it's true. the ones i've been using were taken in 2004. i'm older and fatter and line-ier. they're just not a good representation. however. i wish i could wait until i liked what i looked like better...or at least accepted it. i'm carrying water weight this week. and my hair is in awkward length land. but. ah well. this is what i look like and i can get new ones next year when everything WILL be as it should be. at least my sister is dying my hair again (that lovely lovely shade i had for spanish tragedy), and since we're going color shots this time--a la mode du theatre moderne--all i care about is that i'm pink where i need to be pink, have hair that is not a color void, and somehow get my eyes to go blue. they do it sometimes. it's a tricky process. well whatever. new shots is new shots. needed and unavoidable.
i, very randomly, have acquired three packets of flower seeds. two of them offer the promise of poppies by the pictures on their fronts. that could bring me joy. this is a great temptation. i also want to grow parsley, basil, and rosemary. this may mean i should get my flowerbox in order soon. hey mom! you know how i'm coming down there on saturday? can i has soil? does your greenhouse have any herb cuttings? ooo! does it have those touch sensitive plants? want.
to conclude: my theory of "amber coming into work grumbly-tummy hungry = free food will always present itself" just proved itself in the form of a donut left over from morning meetings. this could, in turn, have something to do with the aforementioned fattiness. but a donut's a donut, and you don't look a gift donut in the hole, i say.
i just interpreted and typed up 5 pages of handwritten, scanned-and-PDFed, investment hoo-ha text that was shot to me from denver. and there were only about three words i couldn't decipher. if i was going on handwriting alone, there was about 10 times more wordage that i couldn't read, but my powers of contextual comprehension are massive. MASSIVE!!! it's even more impressive when you know i understand nothing about investment hoo-ha. liquidity pools? vestible interest? maturity reconciliation? pah. it makes me feel good to start off the day being so awesome.
i spent some time with danny boy yesterday evening, talking and walking about the lakes. and i learned something: neil labute is not only the author of some mmmm...okaaay plays, he's also a film director. (really. i did not know this. me.) and a film director of some mmmm....shhhhittty movies. the wicker man, being tops among shitties. i wasn't that fond of possession or nurse betty. but the reason the man is dead to me now--and the reason he came up in conversation--is because he directed the recent martin lawrence remake of death at a funeral WHICH i may say NEVER NEEDED TO BE REMADE, ESPECIALLY SINCE THE ORIGINAL HAS THE BEAUTIFUL MATTHEW MACFAYDEN AND ALAN TUDYK'S NAKED ASS AND ONLY CAME OUT THREEEEEEEEEE (3!) YEARRRRRRS AGOOOOOOO. *fume* really, neil labute?
i just got a comment update from facebook. david beukema says, "nuts and gum - together at last!" i just spent approximately 10 real time seconds thinking about that...and all of it under heavy cringing.
i find it funny that this time last week i had a whole two things on my calendar for this week. my free week. the valley between petra and TL. and within 24 hours, every evening and weekend slot got filled. most of it with prep for and acutal doings of headshots.
can i just say...i really really need new headshots. it's true. the ones i've been using were taken in 2004. i'm older and fatter and line-ier. they're just not a good representation. however. i wish i could wait until i liked what i looked like better...or at least accepted it. i'm carrying water weight this week. and my hair is in awkward length land. but. ah well. this is what i look like and i can get new ones next year when everything WILL be as it should be. at least my sister is dying my hair again (that lovely lovely shade i had for spanish tragedy), and since we're going color shots this time--a la mode du theatre moderne--all i care about is that i'm pink where i need to be pink, have hair that is not a color void, and somehow get my eyes to go blue. they do it sometimes. it's a tricky process. well whatever. new shots is new shots. needed and unavoidable.
i, very randomly, have acquired three packets of flower seeds. two of them offer the promise of poppies by the pictures on their fronts. that could bring me joy. this is a great temptation. i also want to grow parsley, basil, and rosemary. this may mean i should get my flowerbox in order soon. hey mom! you know how i'm coming down there on saturday? can i has soil? does your greenhouse have any herb cuttings? ooo! does it have those touch sensitive plants? want.
to conclude: my theory of "amber coming into work grumbly-tummy hungry = free food will always present itself" just proved itself in the form of a donut left over from morning meetings. this could, in turn, have something to do with the aforementioned fattiness. but a donut's a donut, and you don't look a gift donut in the hole, i say.
