Family Drama

My grandmother keeps sending me these pathetic and sad letters urging me to write her. It's offensive. This, from a woman who's been bad-mouthing me for years and turning up her nose at me every time I walk into the room.

Now all of a sudden, she learns how to work Google, sees I've done all the things I said I had and I guess, wants a piece of the pie.

There is no pie for you, old lady. Leave me alone.

Writing

I became a writer to avoid all the pitfalls that come with holding a regular job. Writing is insular; something that doesn't require team dynamics or ass-kissing. Or so I thought.

Since coming to Los Angeles, I've found that most of the people I encounter are very competitive. Waiters and waitresses try to one up each other by dissing each others restaurants. Comedians trash talk each others clubs. Hell, even unemployed people brag about who gets better benefits. This behavior extends to writers.The writing community here is so mean. These people seem to think it's a race to the middle. I overheard a conversation recently where one writer told somebody else not to talk to me because I wasn't "one of them."

This guy is a blogger for a site that he owns. Translation: He lives in his mother's basement writing about Lord of the Rings all day. Meanwhile, I had a job and a corner office at the L.A. Times. I sometimes have to put shit into proper perspective for people who live with their heads up their own butts.

Don't let the black skin fool you, assholes. I'm just as, if not more, legit than you. Just check my resume.

I Miss That Guy

Sigh...

Watching old SNL reruns. I used to have the most divine boyfriend, Eli. He and I used to love to watch old episodes of SNL together. What a cool guy. I wonder what he's up to now. Probably married with kids and terribly happy.

Boo!

**Actually, this is a picture of Eli and according to the Washington Post, he's an actor and this is a still from a play he was in.

Haven't Heard Much

I was one of the thrilled masses when I learned that the healthcare bill had been passed. However, I'm not hearing a lot of people talking about it. This recession has taken the intelligent conversation out of so many circles.

Now, all people do is talk about how broke they are. It's frustrating. I'm interested in healthcare and knowing what to look forward to and what to balk at. Even the mainstream news is light these days. Say what you will about Dan Rather--that dude stood for something and at least he cared about his work. Journalism is such a murky terrain these days.

If it doesn't have an agent or a publicist behind it, you never hear about it.

PLG on VH-I

Just heard that one of the SICKEST skaters of all time--Pierre Luc Gagnon--is going to be on a new reality show on VH-1. STOKED! That guy's the tits. And CUTE...

Numerology

They say that five is the number that shakes up all the other numbers in numerology. Nothing can bring a five down. It's the number that shakes things up and means change whenever it appears.

I don't know whether to like or hate fives, but I'm still hoping today is a good one just the same.

More Improv

I'm thinking about getting back into it. But I have such bad stagefright nowadays.

Sting's Birthday

I don't now why I know today is Sting's birthday. Actually, I do. I used to date this guy named Mike. He's a cinematographer--totally cute. But a complete tool. It's his birthday too. That's why I keep thinking about Sting. I thought I was just going crazy for a minute there.

I'd like to build a time machine and go back to when the Police were a hit band, only do so as an adult. That way, I could could groupie Stewart Copeland. He was soooooo dishy. I like long legs on men. He had great legs and wore such tiny little shorts.

hehe...

The Social Network

I'm sorry, but I wasn't as blown away by this film as everybody else seems to be. Let me just say that if it weren't for the score (which I saw was done by Trent Reznor), this movie wouldn't be half as compelling as it is.

And why is it that Jesse Eisenberg looks the same in everything? Can't this kid FOR ONCE do a film where he's in a suit and not in a hoodie, t-shirt, cords, sneakers or a blazer with patches on the elbow? This man needs Armani in his life. Or something. He should play a hipster in a film. Or a mod.

High points for me were Armie Hammer and Andrew Garfield. They made the movie. If Oscars go out for this one, they will be top contenders. But I'm disgusted by the suggestion that Justin Timberlake deserves consideration.

He should be thankful to have an acting career and leave it at that.

Speaking of Facebook, I'm so over it. I can't believe I got suckered into a FB page in the first place. It makes me so unhappy being so accessible to people like that. All these people I don't know and don't like are able to find me online and it makes me uncomfortable. This blog at least gives me an outlet for being able to speak my mind (although, admittedly, I do censor myself--A LOT). I don't like what's going on in the world with regards to some of these technological "advancements."

It's like that Judge Judy saying, "Don't piss on my leg and tell me it's rain."