I'm not dead, but my computer is. Everyday I get told a new day as to when I'll get my new one...until then I'll be thinking of you every day while you communicate easily from home while I am stuck using a work computer while pa's walk around me.
Alright, I admit I've complained numerous times about the president and how awful things are getting around here, but until now I've never had it personally affect me (excluding 9/11, of course). I don't have a car so I don't have any clue how expensive gas is. I don't have children or come in contact with children in my day to day life, so as much as I'm appalled by what's happening in our schools, it doesn't really affect me. (Did you know that more than 35% of New York students don't finish high school? That's a lot of kids standing outside my door eating pizza and smoking rather than sitting in class.) Fortunately, I live in a city that's very liberal and Planned Parenthood isn't going anywhere soon, but if I lived in North Dakota I'd be more than a little terrified about my rights being taken away. But, now that I've read that the government has decided "to create a database of every call ever made" within the nation's borders. There is no way even the craziest of Bush supporters can think this isn't a total invasion of privacy in a country where we're supposed to have more freedom than anywhere else. Isn't that why we're fighting them over there instead of over here? To protect our rights?? I mean, EVERY CALL? So I guess they know who I'm calling....and when....This makes me very, very nervous...The only good thing to come of this if they can look up those phone numbers of the boys whose numbers I deleted when they made me angry. There were some very cute boys that were a lot of fun that I can only hope to run into on the subway if I ever want to see them again, unless someone from the NSA wants to help a girl out...anyone??
I spend about a third of my day waiting for this little white bar to make its way across the screen
A third! In eight hours that means I spend almost three hours sitting in a dark room in a chair with nothing going on. Which is why I check my email on my phone at least 30 times a day.
I usually only have an email 2 of those times. (You really should email me more.) I also drink lots and lots of tea and water.
Which makes me have to go to the bathroom at least once an hour. I worry that people think I have some stomach ailment or cocaine addiction. I also like to think of new color combinations for the clips in my timeline.
The worse I make them the more annoying they are to the directors I work with.
I also decided that montages are the adult version of jingling keys in front of a baby. How else to explain why someone would sit through my 5 minute hair and makeup section of the show.
This is, in fact, hair dye and I get paid to make it interesting to watch.
I also like to help with VO suggestions.
For all my hard work I gave myself a treat and took a cab during lunch to Lincoln Center to see some half naked man in a bubble.
For some reason at one point he was pulling his waist band out and letting the lady with the camera peer into his pants.
I thought about getting closer to see if I, too, could peer into his pants, but the line was much too long and I had some effects to get back to. When I got back I came up with a stellar montage.
You know when somebody tells you about some cool store that'll actually pay attention to you and help you? And you think, "that must be a myth, because I'm always let down?" I was told to go to Jack Rabbit to get some new running shoes by my trainer and that they would look at my feet and have me run on a treadmill to see if the shoes I picked were appropriate. I went thinking that I'd be ignored or wouldn't get the chance to do the crazy running thing where they video you and assess your style. But I was dead wrong. It was so cool to actually see the difference between one shoe and another and how each shoe changed where my foot landed and how it landed. I don't really know why I'm telling you all this, I was just so happy to find a little store that hires people who know what they're doing and that they take the time to make sure you get what you want and need without being jerks. Clearly, I was a beginner and there were people in there who were definitely not, yet I got lots of info and help. In fact, I even got 10% off of my new shoes. Apparently I "pronate" when I run and these fix that right up! By the way, I was also happy to learn a new word...Oh, I also had brunch at Stone Park Cafe with some friends. It was perhaps one of the best eggs florentine I've ever had. I'm usually a little wary of hollandaise sauce, but this was amazing.