jesus' favorite

quickie

I broke my facebook fast only to post a blurry ass picture of a fanfuckingtastic show last week.  These peeps, along with myself, did a night with Jack McBrayer from 30 Rock.  What a treat to find one of my favorite characters on TV is also extremely nice.  Beyond nice.  And a great improvisor that really listens and responds.  At one point during the show, we both cracked ourselves up on stage so hard that I forgot their was an audience.  It was like being in church with a best friend who just farted and you can't help lose it. These are the moments that remind me of why I do what I do.  

McCafe = McCrappy.  

I love that I thought for one second it wouldn't have sugar in it.  Oh, but it doesn't have ADDED sugar in it.  Full bust.

riddle 2

It's like I've broken the seal.  I'm seeing these plates everywhere now.

Yesterday:

Thanks Zane for the info on the hand.  I guess it means it's a kids plate and can literally mean 'hand.' So what does this one mean?

In other news, unplugging in one area means plugging into others.  And now I have new addictions: 

-Spin and yoga-which I'm off to do now.  Pure sweat discomfort bliss.

-This fucking coffee from Java Kai. 

-The show 'In Treatment.' Anyone?  SHIT!  The action is so simple, but the writing and acting just blows my brain to bits.  Critics are hot and cold on it but not me.  Full hot.  Full Gabriele hot. 

-These three songs ('No Surprise': Daughtry:  'Heartless':  The Fray (sorry Kris Allen, not even close), and 'Sex on Fire', Kings of Leon (Still!!!!).  The other day I jogged/walked 4 miles and I think I listened to those 3 songs 3 times each.  Ha.  Is that OCD?  Maybe.  The other day we spun to Poker face by Lady GaGa and when I found myself singing it later at the Bank 'my pa pa pa poker face, my poker face' I wanted to vomit myself out.  I do like a little candy pop to break up my sick addiction to dark music but that song...AHHHH!  Watch us spin to it.  Just watch.

Happy Saturday.

riddle

Vanity plates are an odd thing.  They kind of remind me of kid ways to sign a year book.  'UR 2 SWEET 2 B 4GOTTEN' was a personal favorite.  (That was the year I also made a star out of the "A" in my name, so yeah).

This morning after another facebook free gym instead morning, I drove behind this plate on a minivan.

And fuck if I can't figure out what it means!!!!  

I wrote it down since I was a) too slow to pull out my camera phone and b) using your phone in your car like could get you a ticket out here in LA.  

Here is what it said...

T - Hand symbol - L - 4- E - V - R

What is it?

T'and L Forever?

T five finger hand forever?

T'palm'el forever?

T- I put a hand on my plate plus the letter L Forever

AHHH!  

(And yes, I know the actual hand symbol is poorly drawn.  I have no art skills).

I'm off to yoga.  Someone solve this please! (and remember, it was on a minivan).

now

I'm blogging from a laundry mat. It's broken at my place. There are a group of young-year-olds hanging out waiting for their friend who works here to finish while talking about Wolverine. It's so awesome. I love nerds. I really really do. I was more of one as a kid even while the ring leader of the popular group. Speaking of nerds I saw 'every little step' today with my sis and cousin for the second time. I fucking love theater. All of it. Even the disasterous let down. All is well in fuckbook land. I've only checked my inbox. Nothing more. Nice. Good night.

testy

The buzz of a slow clock.  The distant stench of vomit in an industrial carpet.  The rumblings from a fasting nun's stomach. 

That was test taking in the library of my middle school. 

Every once in awhile there'd be a cough, a move of a paper, a random sigh of frustration from a kid who didn't study.  But for the most part it was still.  If ever a glance to the person next to you happened, the eagle eyed zipped up nun would yell "eyes on your own paper" and the possible cheater would recoil in fear.  

That's what it feels like today without checking facebook.  

My eyes are on my own paper.

It's a relief.

What project are you putting off while surfing the social sites/taking 'who the fuck cares' quizzes/following tweets of celebrities who are doing more that you are at this very moment rather than digging into what you wanna do, wanna create, wanna experience?  Maybe it's not even those sites.  Maybe it's TV, maybe it's putting others needs first, maybe it's just you standing in the way of you.

In the mornings I tend to settle into a regular routine of coffee and clicks of what happened on those sites while I was...god forbid...SLEEPING!  Instead this morning I had coffee with my husband and sister and stretched, and laughed.  It was glorious.

Day one down.

fast

A couple weeks ago I had a writing assignment for a major television network.  I pitched, I wrote, I rewrote, and then I sold it.  It felt grand.  The one thing I didn't do during that time was waste time on facebook or twitter.  I was focused and under deadline.  Once done, I went back to my own (unpaid) projects and found myself on an ADD diet of focused work, click around, semi-focused work, comment around, non-focused work, blah blah, too much coffee, annoyance annoyance, irritation, what am I doing, delete hopeless ahhhhh!!!!!  Why couldn't I focus like I did when I was working for others?  Am I really only valuing the work that I get paid for and not the work I wanna write for my own goals? 

Before facebook, (I never did myspace) I read other blogs, books,  and got inspired by good writing.   Now, I'm so ADD I hunt for a funny comment or a silly picture that I end up like a dirty drug addict, searching for a hit.  

So, in the spirit of trying new things, I am going on a facebook/twitter fast.  From this moment forward I am canceling my twitter account (sorry Shanks, I tried) and I'm vowing to not check facebook for as long as I need to not check it. It's 9:45AM.  I'm not sure how long I can do it, but I do know I jive with the zen saying...'You can't see your reflection in running water.  Only still.'  Mindless shit doesn't still my brain, it only clutters and I lose focus.

I'll check in here and let ya know.  I'm curious if I can do it.  

For today raise a glass:

To my husband for his new job as Producer on 'So You Think You Can Dance' 

To Keith and Kelly (hi Keith) for their delicious 1 year old baby

For my sister whose coming to town today 

For my completion of a successful voice over project 

For Shanks completion of sucky job = inspiring fodder to do something more meaningful = trip to Hawaii (I will expect coffee from Java Kai...did I already say that?)

Oh shit, I just remembered I sent someone a facebook message and am awaiting response.  I guess I'll just have to call her.  Imagine that.  Talk on the PHONE to someone!

Anyone with me?

bweets

For the 2  people that still read this:

Confession:  I'm tweetering/tweeting/twatting whatever you wanna call it.  Actually, it's more me clicking around and exploring.  I just got a tiny tweety lady boner when I found Chris Daughtry. Yes follow! However, in my life, I need LESS reasons to procrastinate besides the overall profectionist bug that lingers in my brain, so I can't claim to actually do much twittering. Having a bunch of followers and writing 140 character blips aren't super important to me.  I'm way too long winded, non-hip, and a horrible speller.

So here are, let's call them, *bweets for the day: 

*(blog tweets) 

The new Death Cab LP = awesome. Thanks Shanks!! The new Silversun Pickups song 'Panic Switch' is the new 'one more song on the treadmill' song. My sexy hot man is coming home tonight after a long meaty production gig. Can't wait!!! New Southland?  Me like.  Me like. And, thanks to the power of ipod shuffle, I rediscovered Ben Folds last night. He's IS that old worn in college sweatshirt that reminds me of feeling super alive. He's two things I hope to be.  Honest and specific.  I met him after a show once and slept on that memory forever.  He's so rad.  

Lastly, my husband's cousin had a heart attack last week.  He was 40.  And now he's gone.  So in the spirit of me being dramatic, remember: Do what you love.  Drink water.  And be honest. 

Thanks for reading a non-140 blip.

zing

These players haven't let "the economy" get in the way of smart advertising.

(Next Audi needs to make a tiny sign that hangs far right that says...'Shit.')

free

Ya know that day when you finally don't feel like a pile of shit, after feeling like a bunch of piles of shit for a bunch of days?

I think today is the day.

Let's see.

Happy Friday.

Oh, I'll leave you with this:  at an auditioin this week, I saw some "notes" written about a few previous actors.  Here's what it said:

-actor 1-no. weird hands.

-actor 2-no. what's wrong with her face?

-actor 3-hello no!  

I love being an actor.

Bye friends.

day nine

It's day nine of battling the flu/cold alien virus that has inhabited my body.  Day NINE!  Day mutherfuckerfucking NINE!!! 

Actually, today is the first day I've finished a cup of coffee (part decaf) and not gone back to sleep come 11 am.  I think I'm on the mend.

My sick cycle went like this:

First couple days I fought off the general sense of itchiness with trips to the homeopathic medicine man at the local Hollywood hot spot.  After loads of smelly herbs and an in depth talk with Jeremy Pivon about bee pollen, (he IS a little like his character on Entourage) the flu finally took over.  Day 3,4,5, it erupted into a massive 'fever, headache, body ache cock storm' that didn't let me rise from my sleep cot. Literally day 4 was the worst.  At one point I surrendered and was like, 'whelp, if this is it, it's been fun.'   Day 6, I saw sunlight and eased off the NyQuil, sipping broth and downing oranges.  Day 7 and 8 I actually got off my sleep cot, walked around the block, ate soup, and got Paper View happy. I'm so old school that Paper View meant 1999 and boxing fights, but to my dismay I found a wormhole into the land of teen angst.  First it was 'High School Musical 3.' Yes, 'High School Musical 3.'  I wanted to know what the the rage was, and come on, Efron shirtless? Hi. His intense singing while bouncing a basketball made me cringe-laugh,and his fist pumping thrusting solos made me yearn for Kevin Bacon running manically thru a factory.  $4.99 well spent.  Next, I got out of the wormhole and moved on to 'Sex and The City' on HBO.  I don't have the type of girlfriends that would 'movietini' it up and go see its premiere so it came and went.  I did however enjoy it!  It was like the perfect amount of sugar-free candy.  Just enough to give you a sweet taste, but not enough to make you shit your pants from it's laxative chemicals.  And it made me wanna put on make-up.  Then, after a breeze thru of 'Shreik Three,' I landed back in the wormhole and safely in 'Twilight.'  Alright, so I haven't read these books. Are they good?  Because the movie, for me, eh.  Just fuck the vampire already!!! I couldn't take all the brooding moodiness and unsure flirting.  

She tosses her hair. 'Hey.'

He tosses his hair. 'Hey.'

She bites her lip.  'You know...'

He bites his lip.  'I know.'

He walks away.   

She walks away.  

He looks back.

She looks back.

'Hey.'

'Hey.'

And, Scene.

Just fucking fuck.  Get it over with.  Be a vampire or don't.  Then let me see what happens in the story. Was Cedric dreamy?  Sure. Was Bella steamy?  Sure.  But it felt like a bad B side on a Shins album that wouldn't end.  Then finally after a long nap, I ended Sunday night with a little 'Fantasy Factory' and 'In Treatment.'  Both to my liking.

So I'm all TV'd out and still not 100%. I've tinkered enough around Facebook and twitter to feel like a whore. I've caught up on Wil's blog (yea!) and communicatrix (yea!) that I feel back in the fold.  Now what?  I guess back to sleep.

Will you remind me next year to get a flu shot?

Elbow and virus out.