the flaw that broke the camera's back
and not because i dropped it or anything, either.
goodnight, sweet vizio - you were worth the investment, and i swear i'll not settle for anything less than 6.3 megapixel when i get around to replacing your ass.
i'll have to find another billy idol sticker, too.
therein the challenge lies.
i'll give you a story.
greetings, plebians -
i got an email a while ago from chris goranson, the guy behind denverstories.com.
he's looking for someone who might be interested in comandeering the site - i found it years ago when i was getting my little web druthers about me, and sent in some wildly embarassing posts (they're pretty easy to find if you're looking for teasing fodder).
anyway, it's a cool site in that it's open to anyone who's interested in publishing mile high anecdotes, and it'd be great to see the site stick around. there's all sorts of stuff you could do to promote it and get it going again.
if you're interested, you can email him here.
i have no idea how involved it would be, but if you take it over i'll let you wear my mood ring for a day.
shoes? no, fuck shoes!
chads everywhere breathe a sigh of relief.
my favorite response so far was from steve, who has been honest about his dane cook man crush for years:
Steven: The Killers sound a lot like bands from the eighties, someone from the eighties should sue them.
me: hahahahahah
i think the saddest thing about the link, though, is the commentors. it makes me embarassed to claim stake in the internets.
9 pm, 8 central
welcome, friends, to yet another episode of...somewhat dismal proportion - to the actor's studio, where we take unprecedented journeys into the development of craft. specifically, the craft of the actor, of the act, and of the screen.
wow lipton. you're fucked.
welcome back to the new school university. my students and i are looking forward to interacting with you again.
lies. i heard jessica biel wasn't available. you should really reanalyze your roster. show's in the toilet.
may i ask you about your current projects? are you at liberty to discuss them?
um, what do you define as "at liberty?" no, seriously. i can't understand you with your accent.
in other words, on what are you spending your creative time?
beats me. you think this picture is like, "emo" enough for my myspace page? you think i should dolt on some more eyeliner? maybe i should cry WITH the eyeliner on and THEN have my picture taken. yeah?
character development?
you might say.
*chuckles*
something funny?
what sound or noise do you love?
the smell of napalm in the morning.
what sound or noise do you hate?
my new filing technique. it's unstoppable.
what is your favorite word?
honestly, jim - with the mother-loving questions already. my favorite word right now is "shhh."
finally, if god exists -
stop. right there. truly. don't even finish the question. you know why? because if god exists, s/he would've already wreaked major havok over in the bravo studios for what those marketing retards did to project runway. i think you know what i'm talking about. if i were you, i'd get my manager on the phone so fast for a contract renogotiation, tim gunn won't know what hit him. seriously. he's turned into more of a logo than you have, and he's only been around for three years, jim! three years! do you know how bad that makes you look? and he's totally metro, too, so his skin's WAY better than yours. bad news all around, lipton. bad news.
...you know you're not really on this show right now, right?
really? color me stupid!
indeed. and as they say in the industry, the show must go on, miss gideon. the show must go on.
okey dokey. but get back to me about the myspace thing.
so long friend.
je vous verrai sur le partie sombre de la lune.
dear ben,
just my annual check-in to let you know i'm still a fuck up.
i was wondering if you had any thoughts on time travel, because everyone says i'm going through a huge transitional period right now, and i'd kind of just like to fast forward through all of this so i could figure out which end is up again.
i'm leaving to visit your home state this week. you know, go shoot the shit with relatives and go look at a beach or something. see how charges's adventures in homeownership are coming along.
sigh.
how are things with you? i don't want to talk about myself anymore. but since you asked, it seems that mornings are particularly harder, but things lighten up as the day goes on. i don't know why. maybe you could shed some insight. i'm not exactly feeling like the luckiest person these days.
expectations are a funny thing, you know? especially when you're trying really hard not to expect anything at all.
on a scale of one to ten, ten being straight up lame, how lame is it for a 26 year old professional to move back in with her dad? there's lots of things to look forward to in that area, i know, but the bright side only pops in and out ever so often it seems.
...anyway.
i hope frally is well. i've also started seeing an old flame of mine. i know that's weak. but seriously? how about a little fucking slack.
i might need to ask myself that, though.
luv from denver -
anne
p.s. it was fun to watch the world cup yesterday with all those people.
somewhere he opens a window
i hope you all had a lovely independence day.
also, jose gonzalez is breaking my heart every day.
