May 27, 2015
I figure everyone getting stormed out in Texas and places other could use a laugh about now.
Donna the Deer Lady is hilarious to me and just never gets old.
May 26, 2015
April 9, 2015
April 7, 2015
Clear is so not working out at the new place. I talked to a nice customer support rep online today who changed my account address and copied and pasted the site’s online trouble shooting advice into our chat window.
Thanks, Nomine M.
That didn’t fix a bad internet Clear signal I’ve been fighting since December that keeps getting worse. And that is with an extra boost from an Apple wireless base station I dug out that is the ONLY tenuous reason Clear is working intermittently at all now.
So, Clear’s out.
Clear being out means my internet options are —
Buy a new modem that works with an antennae and hope that will fix the Clear problem.
[I am skeptical. Clear recently got bought out by Sprint which was the beginning of the end for things Clear working. Also I hate Sprint they overcharged my elderly mother in nefarious ways once and wouldn’t fix it and made her cry.]
Pick between Grande, AT&T Uverse, or Time Warner Cable.
Time Warner Cable will never collect another dime from me. I hate Time Warner Cable like Billy Graham hates Satan.
That leaves, unless there is some godsend service I don’t know about, AT&T Uverse, or Grande.
Online reviews for Grande are wildly divergent. Some reviews are shaking tambourines shouting, Grande! Grande! Grande! Others are shouting, Burn in Hell, Grande! Grande! Grande!
The thing I keep reading in negative reviews that is consistent though is dead internet reception.
I can’t do that.
The building uses Uverse, which appears to always work and is my backup when Clear goes so toes up I can’t work in the apartment and have to hit the building’s lounge for a working signal.
AT&T also though wants long term contracts and hundreds of bucks in installation and other fees and every time I look at all the stuff AT&T wants I feel like I’m a Native American standing on New York shores and some oily European just off a wooden ship is handing me glass beads.
I just keep staring at it all thinking, Seriously?
A guy in 1969 could dial home from the moon, but in 2015 Clear can’t keep an internet signal up a few blocks from my apartment and it takes $300 bucks and a commitment longer than a Baptist wedding to get an AT&T signal?
April 5, 2015
No Easter is complete without a return performance from my favorite Easter Bunny also there is no such thing as too much The Easter Bunny Hates You. Yay!
[Happy Easter everyone.]
April 1, 2015
Hmm. So Geoff Latulippe just said
“Your reputation is well known to those in the film business. As a cautionary tale. I needn’t document it here, but suffice to say I can’t imagine a legit industry professional would vouch for you at this point.”
This is a response to a post in which I told Geoff lambasting anyone who is a teacher, mentor, or consultant, is wrong.
The post is “A RESPONSE TO JEANNE V. BOWERMAN AND SCRIPT MAGAZINE.”
He was attacking Jeanne in that post. Sigh. Now he’s attacking me for responding with credits.
It would actually be interesting if Geoff did “document” my alleged cautionary tale, since then I’d know what I’m getting hit for this time. The gossip internet tabloids about me are always interesting. But —
SHOULD YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT THIS MISSION:
If I have ever impacted your writing career in a positive way, as writer, teacher, mentor, consultant, author —
Go tell Geoff about it.
Geoff seems to think I’m a terrible person and a horrible teacher and mentor.
According to him, everyone else in Hollywood thinks so too.
Fuck I had better call my agent. What if he has heard this Geoff news? Jesus!
*Not to be bitchy about it, (okay actually I am being a total bitch about it, and on purpose too, fuck you!, whoops!). My biggest detractors in “the film biz” are usually men I wouldn’t have sex with.
April 1, 2015
March 30, 2015
I’m thinking about New Orleans. My favorite “New Awleen” heels, suede high heels that were purple and green and gold suede parrot shoes that everyone knew were my Mardis Gras shoes.
About skies that have partial clouds passing overhead and you are in sunlight and then in rain and then in hot sunlight again.
About a place where a California girl can’t lie out in the sun because the New Orleans sun is hotter and harsher than anywhere else on earth and will eat you.
“Hey Mister, Throw me some beads!”
Dancing in the streets, parades, a pounding drum beat.
A hand grabbing me by the back of the neck and pulling me backwards three feet in a Mardis Gras crowd, just far enough back a roiling fight passes by in front of me instead of over me.
A guy getting arrested for punching a horse. [Who punches a horse?] A horse a policeman is sitting on.
A restaurant with the best steak sandwich in town between cobblestone walls that used to house a prison, etched with centuries.
Dancing at Tipitina’s. Men with washboards they play better than most musicians play guitars.
Everyone dances. Men. Women. Children. EVERYONE dances.
And the kindness. I showed up in Louisiana a child of the road, a refugee, and everyone was kind.
My New Orleans will always be that place. The place where a beat up battered child of the road could show up and everyone would just say, Those are pretty shoes, let’s dance.
March 29, 2015
I love this hair color. I’m wondering if I love it enough to do it.
March 21, 2015