Through The Looking Glass

I’d like to thank the Academy for not being total wankers. For once.

We were driving around yesterday and I suggested we stop at the jewelry store where we bought my engagement ring to look at wedding bands. While we were there (we found gorgeous bands, by the way) they offered to clean up my ring. It’s so sparkly!

I don’t have anything intelligent to say, because I can’t stop looking at my ring for more than five seconds. No wonder people like diamonds so much! I feel like such a girl.

Pat made a post asking if/why people hate ME (Mutant Enemy). I would like to make a reply, because I have many unflattering things to say about Joss Whedon, but I don’t care enough about most of the people on the WD who would read it to feel bothered. Maybe I will answer it here, at some point.

It’s funny. I still love the WD, but I rarely feel compelled to post there, particularly about the show. I love the people, but rarely feel the need to get to know anyone new. (Not necessarily meaning new to the board, but rather new to me.) Having this blog has given me the outlet I need for just about everything that I want to talk about.

I’m hungry. Bye.

I was looking through some job listings, and had gotten bored of the administrative listings, so I scooted over to “miscellaneous.”

I found an, er, opportunity to make $5000 in just a few months. There were many requirements, including these:

Non-smoker, NO Drug users!

College student / College graduate

Given the nature of the job, The first line makes perfect sense. However, the college requirement is even more absurd than it is for most jobs. I can understand potential employers buying into the assumption that if you don’t have a college education you can’t file or answer the phone, even though it is clearly untrue. But for this? All that should be required is consent and good health.

Guessing games be damned. It’s egg donation. So I suppose that being female would also be a reasonable requirement…

Every once in a while (read: just this once) I will be advertising another weblog. One possible reason for this is the fact that I do not have a list of links here, as many blogs tend to. Another is that someone asked me to pass off a few stalkers. You’ll never know.

Today I present to you:
Low Oddyseys
Happy reading.

And I thought the one I linked to yesterday was brilliant…

Today’s Word of the Day:

raffish \RAF-ish\, adjective:
1. Characterized by or suggestive of flashy vulgarity,
crudeness, or rowdiness; tawdry.
2. Marked by a carefree unconventionality or disreputableness;
rakish.

Where is 3. Like a look-look?

(I tried to email this to Jess, but it got bounced back to me. Which is strange, since I used her non-burninglibrary address.)

So. Will and I (er, I mean “Pooh and Piglet”) were on the list for last night’s star-studded premiere of Starsky and Hutch. Thing is, we both kinda wanted to see the movie, and I wanted to go to a premiere most desperately, but we went to Along Came Polly, which satisfied that itch. And Will’s been having a lousy week. Totally overworked and just exhausted. So I told him yesterday morning that if he decided he didn’t want to go, that was fine. It would save me the trouble of taking a shower. Besides, all of Hollywood is shut down the week before the Oscars, to prevent the planting of bombs or something, so the premiere was out near UCLA. Traffic between us and UCLA during rush hour on a weeknight is a nightmare. So once I convinced him that I wouldn’t care, Will said he’d rather stay home. Then he dropped the bomb: If we dropped out, Andy Dick would get his ticket.

Will has worked for Mr. Stiller for about four years now. (If anyone who reads this was unaware of that, it’s probably because it was a secret for a while, and once it became OK for the general public to know it, I couldn’t remember who I’d told in confidence. Or possibly I just don’t know you.) Andy Dick worked with Ben on The Ben Stiller Show, if not earlier. That’s more than 12 years. Yet Will was ahead of him on the list. By me-logic, that means that I am more important than Andy Dick. Which really, I could have told you ages ago, but I could never have proved it until now.

That isn’t aimed at anyone in particular. I’ve just been feeling the urge to say it all day.

I promised substance for this update, which was a terrible mistake; I don’t have anything to say.

I’m starting to get upset about Angel’s cancellation, because Mutant Enemy has a lot of plot threads going and they’re all good for once (the most recent one is still uncertain, but that’s a given), and I don’t know how they’re going to resolve things to my satisfaction. And it is all about me.

Last night I made pizza. And it was good. I should make pizza every day.

I’ve been planning out my dream house, so that I can be prepared for crushing disappointment when we eventually go house shopping. The good news is that I figured out how we can afford to have one. The bad news is that now I have to find a full-time job. By my calculations, even if my take-home is only a grand a month, we can pay off debts within six months, take a little vacation, and have a down-payment within one to three years. We’ll probably have to get a second car, which would set us back, but only by a month or so if we buy a clunker and plan to trade it in later. I’m also hoping for some cash gifts at the wedding, but not counting on it, as most of the people we know aren’t exactly wealthy.

A WD discussion on Angel’s cancellation has turned into a pitch fest for a reality series. I feel that my contributions were priceless and should be read by all.

As hinted on Saturday, the wedding issues pretty much resolved themselves. Will’s parents were being very pushy about hosting a rehearsal dinner their way, and we objected. They pulled out, leaving it up to us to come up with an alternative (if we so choose). This is exactly what we wanted, but we’re a little annoyed that they didn’t let us tell them that. I plan to get my revenge* by going shopping with my sister. What kind of lingerie does one wear with a wedding dress, anyway?

Will and I are starting a Production Company at some indeterminate time in the future. Any possible financial backers are welcome.

San Francisco judges continue to rock my world.

Robert Rodriguez, normally a favorite of mine, is taking on the movie adaptation of Sin City, my favorite graphic novel of all time. I am really not thrilled with the idea. However, Frank Miller (the author) will be heavily involved, so there is some hope. And if nothing else, Batman will kick ass. I think I will die if it doesn’t. (Blogger spellcheck wants to replace “Batman” with “Bateman.” I loved The Hogan Family and all, but puh-leaze.)

*this is actually a non-sequitur.

In the meantime, here is a little something for my fellow writers:

adiamondisforever.com:

“Vodka on the Rocks
No one is sure how it was actually discovered, but it is safe to say that at some point someone took the idea of a ‘vodka on the rocks’ literally and discovered an imaginative way to clean their precious diamonds. Simply let the diamond soak in a glass of vodka. Preferably one you do not intend to imbibe.”