So I’m driving Tim to work this morning and we exit 1st-5th streets and a stupid bitch is driving her BICYCLE on the exit ramp! Of MOPAC! And what does she do but decide she’s going to exit fifth street and whip across the 1st street lane. So I have to brake (certainly not slam on the brakes though because I was going a reasonable speed), and I see the guy behind me in a HUGE SUV w/ cattle guard (because those are certainly a problem in Austin), brake and his brakes lock-up and he’s swerving. And this girl never even looks behind her! She nearly caused a 4 car pile-up and she’s just merrily riding down the freeway and down 5th street! People like that should be banned from even going out in public. If she had caused me to get hit, i swear I would have pulled her off her bicycle and beaten the living shit out of her. Arghh!
One more gripe: why do people wait until the last weekend of a play to go see it? And they don’t get there tickets on Monday like you tell them to and then they’re upset because the show’s completely sold out when they try to get tickets the day of? And they act like it’s your fault! Argh! Argh!
I chipped my front tooth on a glass this morning. It’s one of the stupidier things I’ve done, although that is a very long list. I was bringing the glass up to my lips to drink after brushing my teeth and rather than drinking like a normal person, I ram the glass into my front left tooth. The glass won, my tooth lost. It’s just the tip of my tooth, but I look like a snaggle-toothed Vampire. Or a Dickensian orphan. I’m going at 12:45 to the dentist but the receptionist didn’t give me much hope. She said with tiny chips, usually the filling will fall right off. So they probably can file it down and one tooth will be smaller than the other, or I can keep the chip. As Tim so helpfully said, “It adds Character.” Thanks sweetie!
Also, I was attacked by the anti-milk lobby. You know those freaks who are anti-milk, not because they are lactose-intolerant, but just because, “it’s bad for you.” Then the only evidence they can offer up is that some French doctor said that Americans have more heart attacks because we drink milk. Or that they “don’t like the texture or taste.” Yeah, come back to me in 30 years bub when I can sneak up on you and bop you on the head because you’re hunched over in half because you have osteoporosis. Loser! I’ll never try to drink my morning glass of milk in front of “the anti-milk lobbier” again.
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Tim
2005-07-14T15:13:41.000Z
At least they don’t have to get as many haircuts or cut their fingernails. Of course there is that Vitamin D deficency problem. Of course they probably wouldn’t got out in the sun if they drank milk, so they’ll probably have the Vitamin D problems in any case.
ashmita
2005-07-14T20:41:39.000Z
Ashley loves milk, always has. But milk used to hurt Ashley’s tummy. But suddenly in pregnancy it does not hurt Ashley’s tummy anymore. El yay for horizon’s whole milk. mmmmmm
Boo to the anti-milk league. Go suck on some rice.
Several of our auditioners sent me emails thanking me for the personal emails I’d sent them thanking them for auditioning, but one that I got today really touched me. A woman contacted me before auditions saying she was just starting out, taking a class and wondered if she should bother auditioning. I told her to come out, that the only way to get experience auditioning was to do it. We didn’t cast her, but I thanked her and encouraged her to continue to audition, and told her about my friend Todd’s project that was casting that weekend. Well, she got cast and sent me an email thanking me for recommending it and for being so “kind and gracious”. Said she’d get a group of friends together to come see our play too! That just made me feel so nice and happy. There must be some real assholes out there that my simple emails made such an impression. I was inspired by Ken Webster at Hyde Park who hasn’t cast me, but always sends me a personal email thanking me for auditioning. He also always says hi to me, by name, when I see him at shows at Hyde Park. You draw more flies with sugar than with vinegar. Also, I’m an actor 95% of the time, so I see it from the other side and I learn from all the mistakes directors I have make. Anyway, this gave me a very happy Friday!
Someone followed an employee of the company across the hall into work this morning and was stealing their stereo equipment, dvd player, etc. The employee caught the guy and scared him off, and he ran out at the same time their receptionist (a woman who is usually the first in the office), was coming up the stairs. They passed each other. So this is pretty scary because all of this happened at 8:30am, when lots of people were in the building. I guess just no one was really at their office yet. Our office was more populated because we have a bunch of folks who come in early and a bunch of workaholics. So I was relating this story to one of my bosses and another coworker and my boss said, “Oh, I saw him getting water at the water fountain this morning when I went to the bathroom. He was another Mexican.” So I was shocked and said, “what, how can you say that? What do you mean ‘another Mexican’?” and he said that it was a Mexican that (allegedly) stole his lunch a few months ago. I was shocked and laid into him for being racist. He also said this within earshot of someone who we are interviewing for a position. They are a caucasian, but it doesn’t seem like the best image to put forward, not to mention the fact that if someone who was a minority didn’t get hired and heard about comments like that, they could sue our ass. I was horrified and just finally walked off from the conversation. He saw me in the hall and backpedaled and was like, “I wasn’t being racist, he was a Mexican. It’s what he was, a Mexican.” Oh, please, you weren’t being racist?! Let’s not even touch on the fact that you don’t know that he was Mexican, he could have been from anywhere, including our very own US of A! At least now I know why we’ve got 15 white guys, 1 Indian and only 3 women working here. Wouldn’t want to sully our pure as snow Aryan image around here. The other thing is he said this right in front of a guy who adopted a child of mixed-race heritage. I’m sure if he got called on it, he’d say, “Oh, I didn’t mean that kid.” Argh! I am always amazed at people’s stupidity and always clueless about what I should say. I have to say something because not saying anything condones it, and that’s wrong, although I know I am guilty of it in other settings. I will try to have more of a backbone when people make racist comments.
Thank you to everyone who auditioned, we had a lot of very talented actors to make some tough decisions from. But we’ve picked a cast and rehearsals begin Tuesday. Hope everyone marks their calendars to come out in August to Arts on Real and see the fruits of our not yet begun labors!
See the Audition Page (first link in the bar on the right) for details on our latest round of auditions, to be held June 25th and 27th at the DAC for Tim’s newest play, “The Grind” to be performed at Arts on Real in August. You can find a synopsis and the script on [link:LGT.Shows.The Grind|The Grind] page.
So my company has this thing where we have happy hours every 1st Friday and 3rd Thursday and somebody volunteers to be in charge of the happy hours and come up with a theme, bring all the food, alcohol, etc. Well, my boss volunteered to host this week’s happy hour. I already knew this would mean I would wind up doing all the work, despite the fact that I have a show and will not even be able to attend the happy hour. But I had no idea HOW much work it would wind up being. My boss wound up turning this into my company’s birthday party and invited over 100 people. He’s having it catered, but I have to get the alcohol. This is the fucking list he sent me this morning:
4 bottles tequila
2 bottles triple sec
2 bottles whiskey
2 bottles gin
2 bottles vodka
4 cases beer
2 cases wine (1 red, 1 white)
6 liters margarita mix (also margarita salt, we can provide limes)
4 liters Coke
100 personal-sized bottles of bottled water
8 liters tonic water
1 gallon orange juice
2 liters ginger ale
I would honestly quit right now if I did not have bills to pay. I keep remembering, “Julie, you can’t quit, you have bills to pay.” I want to stage a “sick-out” and not even come to work tomorrow. I certainly plan to leave before the “happy hour” (happy for who, I wonder?), gets started. I want to know exactly what he is doing as the “host”. I was supposed to host a happy hour in August, but forget it. I’ve already hosted two: my company’s lake day and this happy hour. I don’t care if I am the “assistant”, I should not be expected to get this much stuff on my own. It’s impossible! I doubt I can even fit it in my car or afford to put it on my credit card. Argh!
I have a horrible habit of rubbing salt into my own wounds. It’s like when you’re a teenager and you’re depressed and you listen to Morrissey or the Cure and then you feel really terrible and pretty soon you’re wailing and writing bad poetry. I still do that (except the poetry part). I can’t help but look at the car crash that will make me feel even worse. I know it will but yet I can’t resist the urge. And low and behold, guess what? I feel even worse! I think it’s called “Wallowing in one’s own misery”. Argh! Waiter, I need a table for Pity, party of one!
So it’s my birthday, (that’s right, go Julie, it’s your birthday!) so I just had a delicious everything bagel with onion and chive cream cheese. Yum! Those things are so delicious. Sometimes I miss carbs. But once the carb crash hits, I’m sure I will be reminded why I don’t normally eat these things. I get to eat WHATEVER I want all day! Birthdays rock! And tomorrow I get to go to the lake all day for Blue Fish Fun Day. And that rocks! Can you tell I’m on a sugar high? Stick around for the crash. It’s ugly.
The first Loaded Gun Theory Garage Sale was a rousing success! We made about 400 dollars. Thanks to all who donated items, you rock! Tonight we’re reading Tim’s new script, so watch this space for audition announcements and the like.
