She Called Him a Swine

I'm sure it's a coincidence, but why is everyone dealing with some sort of health problem during this current swine flu epidemic that hardly has any relation to the swine flu itself? I don't understand. And maybe it's just me, but I think "swine fever" sounds better than "swine flu". Probably because it makes me think of A Hard Day's Night.

This is one of those days (or maybe weeks) where I just need a break, some time where I can just relax and think about the good things, to lie down and rest my head. However, there's a show tonight, so I can't be too picky. I can take a deep breath though and remember what I'm supposed to be doing right now and not let the negative thoughts get to me. There will be plenty of time between scenes to do this too, I'm sure.

I feel a little better. It's great to know that even though sometimes I feel alone, I'm not really. Some people are all kinds of wonderful.

That Easter Morn

Four years ago, Easter was the last Sunday of March. This year, it is the second Sunday of April. Why? Why does Easter change every year? There is no consistency, except for the fact that Easter is celebrated on Sunday. Most holidays are either celebrated on their specified date or a day of the week close to the specified date (i.e. Dr. King's birthday is always observed a few days around if not on his actual birthday) or at least in a given month (i.e. Father's Day is always a few weeks into June). Or is there more consistency to when Easter is observed? Is there something else I have overlooked?

In any case, this will be far from the traditional Easter I am used to spending. Rather than dinner and a viewing of The Ten Commandments, I will be out preparing for the first night of tech week. It's funny how things work.

I didn't buy any peeps this year. Shame on me. Maybe there will be some major Easter candy sales tomorrow. I think it would be wonderful if peeps came in every color, like jellybeans. I mean, why aren't they made in orange? Orange peeps would sell like hot cakes. At least, I'd be sure to fill my inventory with them.


Do you know what else would be wonderful? A store that sells seasonal candy year round. I remember a mention of that on one episode of Law and Order: SVU, and wondered if it is truly a reality. I'm sure there must be one somewhere. If not, well, I suppose I can wait until next March for my peeps. Or next April. Or whenever Easter will be.

The Other Voice

There's something incredibly obnoxious about movies that drift far into one political persuasion.


I have had several liberal films thrust in front of my eyes throughout my high school and community college years. These films have been more than enough to make me despise the thoughtless, idiotic propaganda they spewed out in hopes I would consume, agree, and accept. (Michael Moore, do some research.) Needless to say, I am not a liberal, and too many of these movies have resulted in me seeking out something better and smarter from the far right.


The conservative persuasion is no better. The more right-wing films I have thrown in my face, the more annoyed I am of their narrow minded drivel and attempts to make certain wrongs look right. (Bill O'Reilly, take a chill pill.) Last night, I watched An American Carol, and some parts were deserving of laughs, but mostly my amusement came from watching my dad's reactions to the film as opposed to the film itself. Do they seriously believe in what they're saying?

Maybe my next screenplay will focus on those who do not find themselves fully persuaded by one side. There are a lot of them out there, and who is speaking for them? Or maybe I'll just make fun of both the left and right wingers. I think that might be more fun.

Clueless Discovery Number Two

About ten days ago, I was just sitting at home, listening to my music and catching up with some needed blogging and story writing, nothing unusual. I had one of my new favorite memory songs, "Time to Say Goodbye", playing from a video on Youtube. And then I watched a bit of the video, and there was one part where I saw Sarah Brightman and Andrea Bocelli take a step toward each other. Sarah Brightman was staring longingly at him as she stepped forward, but Andrea Bocelli looked a bit awkward with his eyes closed taking a crooked step slightly to the right. And I thought, and wondered, why isn't he looking at her the way she is looking at him? This is a music video, after all, and it entails some level of acting on the singers' parts. Then it hit me: can he see? (And by see, I mean literally speaking.) I checked Wikipedia, which had previously proved the true ethnicity of Robyn to me, and looked up Andrea Bocelli. Sure enough, he has glaucoma. I always thought he closed his eyes when he sings just to feel more emersed into the music he creates.

In lieu of my stupidity, I dedicate this video (and this great song with its wondeful memories of pseudo-drunk singing at Buca) to the great man whose musical talent transcends his visual handicap.



Signore Bocelli, thank you for opening my eyes, and I do hope you pardon the metaphor. Grazie.

Show Me Love, Show Me Life

I feel rather slow, and judgmental. I was listening to this song by Robyn from over ten years ago called "Show Me Love". I had all but forgotten about it until my friend recently included it as part of my birthday present. It's a nice song as far as the genre goes, not enough to make me want to buy more of her music, but worthy of a spot on my music player at least. Anyway, I have a shameful confession to make: I didn't know Robyn is white. Wikipedia proved it to me.



Forgive me, Robyn. I am not as narrow-minded as this post may suggest.

Valentine's Day is this Saturday, so an entry that at least made mention of the word "love" felt rather appropriate for the week too.

A Fresh Perspective

I am incredibly tired from getting up at 7:00 in the morning the past four days, my throat is still dry and a little crackly, and every inch of my body is sore from yesterday's class.

But you know what? I feel great! I'm proud of myself for the things I have done so far this year, despite the fact this is only the eighth day of 2009. I can't wait to really start living my life the way I missed. There's so much I want to do, so many places to go, memories to make, and I'm excited for what will happen.

And I look at it this way: I'll get to sleep in on Saturday, my voice will be in great shape once this dry spell that has overtaken my throat subsides, and my body is going to look awesome after working it so hard!

Look out, 2009! I'm here, and I'm ready to kick some major rat tail!

Number 9... Number 9...

I'm thinking big for the next few years. And I do mean YEARS. No resolutions for the new year, but I have a number of goals in mind I plan on achieving in the very near future. I am, however, very forgetful, but hopefully with a bit of help and reassurance, I can stay on top of these things.

I also love the number 9. I lived for the days in my childhood when Sesame Street's number of the day was 9 (or 19, but you get the idea). So I'm a little more than optimistic that 2009 will be a good year. (Oh, and what about 9/9/09 being the best date ever? Hmm, what day is September 9th on anyway?) Well, so far so good, Christmas was awesome, as was the birthday, and the nasty cold that has been haunting me with its presence these past few weeks is disappearing! I can now talk with minimal throat pain! Needless to say, it's all good and, fingers crossed, only getting better from here!

Here's to a fun, safe New Year's Eve, and a great New Year!