sleeves

So here we are.

There was a fascinating story the other day about a section of the New York State standardized English test, recently taken by area eighth graders, that left the students “baffled,” according to the New York Times. It was one of those “read this story and answer questions about it” sections, and the story was adapted for the test from a Daniel Pinkwater children’s book passage. I’d never heard the story before, but it goes something like this:

clock

So here we are.

A freelancer’s life has its pros and cons. Even some of the cons can lead to pros: a lack of work is distressing, but it allows one to have a much wider range of dental appointment times when the need arises. (That pro, however, can lead to another con if one has not worked enough to qualify for dental coverage.)

Or, the con of not having work can lead to the pro of getting to sleep in... leading to the additional pro of staying up later... but if the pro of a last-minute job should kick in, it becomes a big con when one who has become accustomed to night-owl-ism has to rise much earlier than usual.

sing happy

So here we are. 

Aside and wholly apart from my hard, hard love for NBC’s Community (and holy crap, what a stellar episode last week’s “Pillows and Blankets” was!), I have a big crush on FOX’s New Girl. I did not want to like this show. Truly, I did not. And if my husby did not have an all-too stereotypical crush on Zooey Deschanel, it’s charming tree would have fallen alone in my abandoned forest. I guess I should be thankful for that. Because it has brought me joy.

And I have come to accept its five-word theme song, though it took me half a season to do so. (Okay, sometimes it’s fifteen words.) It’s catchy. It’s short. It’s cute. And it’s happy. It makes me realize that it’s been a long time since there have been shiny happy lyrics in TV theme songs. So many theme songs today don’t have lyrics, and those that do are just snippets of existing songs by alt rock bands (thus the bouncy-bleak we could be roped up, tied up, dead in a year that opens Community every week). 

a toast

So here we are.

I would like to propose a toast: to the idiots.

blind date

So here we are. 

It’s hard to make some people understand what the life of an actor is truly like, partially because the portrayal of actors in TV and movies is rather narrow. It reinforces untrue stereotypes that seep into reality in an unfortunate way, and thusly people start to believe that only the bad actors do commercials while the best actors do movies, and TV actors are somewhere in the middle, except for the big film stars who are doing society a huge public service by occasionally humbling themselves on the tube so you have something pretty to look at. This is not altogether true... but still, be sure to thank those big film-to-TV stars for their sacrifice if you should ever serve them coffee. They’re the real heroes. (Sorry about all that sarcasm dripping on the floor there.)

internet, captured

So here we are.

I finally figured out that most of the non-porn, non-commerce Internet is all the same. It goes like this:

do not bend part 2

So here we are.

Last month, in “do not bend,” I wrote about my recent surge of popularity in Eastern Europe, resulting in seven autograph requests, a huge number considering my rather humble (read: nonexistent) level of notoriety in the States, let alone the world. By the end of my having written the post, that number had risen to ten.

(And don’t go saying that I’m being ridiculous when I say I have no notoriety. I just performed at a benefit where a photographer who once published several pictures of me online asked me, who are you? When I told him my name, he said, yeah, but who are you?)

speak up?

You know how a lot of people tend to end their sentences as though they’re asking a question? Did you know that it’s called upspeak? Have you read about it in the New York Times? Or did you reach your free article limit for the month and miss it?