It's me. I've got a story. I am a story. I have a one-woman-show in development, and initially the online journaling was intended for that. But more and more I've just been enjoying it for its own sake. I am a singer, a songwriter and a voiceover artist, but finding my voice through this medium provides its own expansion.
Turns out it wasn’t a dream. There is a new Bionic Woman. I must have been half asleep on my couch, because I didn’t get that it is a new series (coming soon on NBC) but I got the dialog right. Here’s a pretty cool preview.
The premise, an updated more-accurate-to-the-experience-of-being-invaded-and-then-forced-to-work-for-the-bastards-who-did-this-to-you is one that looks like it will work. It may be a little too angsty and violent for my taste, but you never know.
Meantime I can’t believe I was so convinced I dreamed it that I freaking blogged about it. I swear there was nothing on IMDb! See?! (Of course, this will update and at some point not help prove my sanity. Partial sanity.)
Speaking of red faces, I’ve stayed fairly quiet in here about Mad Men, since I first began watching it. Last night’s seventh episode of the series, Red in the Face, was simply an exquisite continuation of this masterful series. Quiet in here, but awfully chatty on the message boards, am I! And in person… I talk a lot about this show. I have never seen anything like it.
Geez, now I’m questioning the whole Tom Cruise thing. And there was also a really hot Steve McQueen affair last week… I just couldn’t bring myself to write about it. I suppose Tom could be in love with me. But I’m pretty certain that Steve is still dead. Although in the dream he’d aged really well. And so knew what he was doing!
Today was really lovely. I had my interview at noon, and met up with an old friend/co-worker right after. He is a MOMA member, and we had lunch there (he bought lunch, I had to pay $5 to get in. But that was the ‘guest’ fee; it is normally $20 admission.)
First of all, it was great to see Chris. You can’t help liking this guy, and I’ve known him for many years, and… just great to visit with him.
Second of all, I got the freelance position… the guy loved me. So Tuesday I start a two-week assignment with a view of the Chrysler Building. This is another opportunity for a full-time position, and between this and the slamming interview I had yesterday, I am feeling pretty positive.
Today was a perfect day; hot but not too. Not a bad time of year to be in the city every day.
Third of all, Chris ‘left’ me in the museum, and I spent the next few hours walking around. Read the rest of this entry »
For the last two years I can’t find any girly shoes that I like.
It’s hard enough for me to find shoes that fit me properly, or shoes that I can wear for more than five minutes, but at least I need to start with a style I like. Last year I dragged Joe (no, not dragged… I actually described and sent him on a mission, so that we could cover more ground).
I don’t know if I have all the right words… I believe what I like is a high-ish heel, round-ish toe. The heel can have some chunk, but does not have to. It can be a straight pump, or the same style looks just as good with either a strap across the top of the foot (a la Mary Jane) or an ankle strap. Gimme black, black leather, patent leather (which is harder for me because they have no give and I have such a wide foot). This look evokes to me… girly, witchy, gothy, sexy, perhaps a little immature at times. (I would really really love a pair in a blood red).
Last year all I saw were pointy toes. Last year all I friggin’ saw were wedges where once a heel had lived!
Today I was in the city (a separate topic) and I pass by a 9 West and the window is just full of them. The profile I want. They’ve allowed it back in.
I didn’t try anything on. I’m like, poor. And the heels were all too high and they don’t carry wides… I was not even considering actually shopping.
Last night I saw a commercial for what appeared to be a direct-to-DVD, (or such an incredibly short-lived failure that it may as well have been) new version of the Bionic Woman. It was some kind of offer that if you buy something more successful (something specific, I just can’t remember what) you got this DVD free or cheap or something.
The promo for the Bionic Woman was just her voice… unfortunately, the actress did not have a great voice. But she was saying, “You did this to me?” And he (the doctor? Oscar Goldman?) responded with a regret-filled “You were dying.”
Late, late last night, well into my dreaming, I referred to this new Bionic Woman. Mentioned it in a dream. And in the dream, someone and I had a nice chat about how great Lindsay Wagner was in that role. We disagreed slightly on her acting abilities.
This morning I remembered that; the whole thing. And then I questioned, so I checked on IMDb…
I bought a new variety of Breyer’s last week. It was on sale, so I looked for one I might like. Breyer’s is not a favorite, but they occasionally have a creamier variety; a line I can’t think of the name of that I like okay.
Today I only worked a few hours at the place I’ve been freelancing at, because I had an interview this afternoon.
The interview was amazing. It was a frigging lovefest. I mean sure, sometimes I meet a guy and I’m sure he’s going to call and then he doesn’t, so maaaybe I am wrong about this interview, but I don’t think so. I will know soon enough. But I am really excited about it. And suddenly I am filled with exuberance rather than sadness and confusion. Amazing how quickly that can happen.
After the interview I get another call about a different freelance situation next week, that could also be temp-to-perm.
And then I find out that the place I’ve been freelancing at this week, who had me booked through the end of this week, doesn’t need me anymore after today!
So now tomorrow I am interviewing with the new potential temp-to-perm, I am not working the rest of this week at the place that has been, frankly, draining my lifeforce, and opportunities are abounding. It all just changed since 2:00.
Last night I dreamed that Tom Cruise was in love with me.
I really wish I could remember the details. It was a dream that went on and on; I remember that, but I can’t wrap my head around the details.
What I remember is that he was around, (like, my house, though if the dream was supposed to have taken place in my house, then my house was played by a totally different house), and that he made it clear that he loved me. Might have used the words. And I questioned it… really challenged him, but he would not back down. He was in love with me.
We might have been seeing each other, or had been together, but I’d never seen it as anything but casual.
