|This port contains my musings on writing and life in general. And yes, it is one hundred percent real. I pull no punches, and I co-sign no one. Enjoy.|
|Okay, so I don't like Britney Spears. She has the talent of an average high school chorus member, the wardrobe of a stripper, and somehow,somehow, she's considered a singer. She thinks sushi is an African food. She dislikes wearing underpants, and stopped driving with her baby on her lap only because people told her it was a really bad idea.
But my beef isn't with her. At least not this week. Brit is having a good old-fashioned nervous breakdown, and I'm not in the mood to kick her while she's down. She's taking the apropriate steps to help for herself, by checking into rehab.
THREE TIMES IN ONE WEEK! What reputable treatment facility would allow someone who has mutilated themselves(yes, cutting off all your hair in a dysfunctional emotional state is a form of mutilation), check themselves out?
Say what you want about me, I know what I'm talking about when it comes to treatment. If you're familiar with "The past two weeks" , then you know I've sought help for emotional stress. I went in for treatment, and the counselers were like, "Uh-uh! You're not leaving until we decide you're not a danger to yourself." And that was that. Even if I was feeling awesome the next day, there was no way in hell they would have let me go 24 hours later. And this was some little local facility, not big name at all.
It's hard for me to feel pity for someone who's worth millions of dollars. You'd think that with all that cash, they could pay someone to do what's in their best interest. Save their life! Psychiatrists take an oath, just like any other doctor, to do whatever is neccesary to save their patients. What if Britney had OD'd the second time she got out of rehab? Would the shrinks have cared then? Or would they have just awaited the enevitable lawsuit filed by Britney's parents?
Even if it means she'll release another horrible album, and bring down the music industry down even lower than before, I'm glad Britney's still breathing. If only her doctors had the same compassion...
|Don't get me wrong. Dreamgirls the musical was one hell of a show back in the eighties. It almost singlehandledly revived the Broadway, won several Tony Awards, and the signature song "And I Am Telling You" still gets regular play by R&B stations. Not to mention the over 1500 performances by the original cast.
But enough about the old Dreamgirls. People are talking about the new Dreamgirls movie. The flashier prettier one with Beyonce, Jaimee Foxx, Eddie Murphy and Jennifer Hudson. Not to mention that this one was directed by Bill Condon, who had great success with bringing the musical Chicago to the big screen.
Unfortunately, all the glitter and lighting effects will not distract a veteran movie go-er from the mixed bag of bad and good acting.
Good acting: Jennifer Hudson's convincing and consistant portrayal of the Effie character throughout the entire movie. Sure she doesn't have the near-perfect control that Jennifer Holliday has singing "And I Am Telling You", but playing Effie is very hard, and she managed to pull it off. SHE WON A FREAKING GOLDEN GLOBE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!
Bad acting: Jaime Foxx's role as Curtis. Sure he plays the manager. Sure he's supposed to be a supporting character. But he's supposed to be a convincing manager, a charasmatic svengali. I wanted to yawn every time Jamie was on the screen. Maybe Jaime should stick to doing biographies.
Good acting: Eddie Murphy as James "Thunder" Early. Eddie was the big surprise in this film. Not only could he actually sing(surprising considering he sang "Party All The Time" back in the eighties) he also played his part convincingly, from the time he seduces Lorrell, to the time when he depressingly snorts cocaine. It made me walk away feeling sorry for the character, which is how a great tragic performance is supposed to make you feel.
Bad acting: Beyonce Knowles as Deena. Why is it that the most popular names and faces used to promote this movie were the worst in it? By and large, Beyonce takes up the most screen time, but is the weakest link in this movie(which makes me question Condon's motives for casting her considering she's the only one he auditioned for the role). It seemed to me she didn't understand the concept of "acting" which means you are suppossed to follow a "script". By belting out the songs, even writing a new one for the movie that seemed to be nearly out of character, it seemed like she was trying to distract people away from the fact that her portrayal left something to the imagination.
All in all, the supporting actors were the ones who prevented this potential suckfest from being chucked into the half-off bin six months hence when it comes out on DVD. Anika Noni Rose, Danny Glover, and Keith Robinson know their way around Broadyway and television. They gave convincing, albeit small performances. But these, and the ones by Eddie and Hudson are the ones you'll remember, long after you leave the theater.
Just ignore the skinny girl singing lead.
|I just want to say that I've never been a big fan of Anna Nicole. Sure, I could make a list about two pages long about the controversy she's caused, and her questionable personal habits, but I only like to insult dead people who have personally insulted me. I just think it's fair.
Besides, she just lost her son a few months ago, and had a baby girl around the same time, so I think the whole thing is almost tragic. Looking back on her life (most likely some biography whore is already trying to write the most outlandish life story on her known to man), she seems almost like her idol Marilyn Monroe, from the blonde hair to the hourglass figure. Even her way of dying(minus the government conspiracy of her buxom predecessor) caught newspaper headlines.
Sure I wasn't a fan. But some part of me is going to miss her cooing, "Trimspa, Baby!" on those late night t.v. commercials. Or slurring her words and freaking out security on awards shows. There's so much ANS to miss...
"Trimspa, Baby!" indeed.
Annna Nicole Smith Nov. 28 1967-Feb. 8 2007 R.I.P.
|Now, if only it were possible to have someone overdose on said illegal substance to get them out of my life-oops! Guess I said too much!
Anywho, I've been getting back into the writing game, slowly but surely. I haven't been writing seriously since around october. Burn out I guess. Sometimes, you just get stuck, and the only thing that can cure it is walking away from your work for awhile. So that's what I did. Now my mental batteries are recharged, and I'm ready to go again.
What to do about the crackhead in my life...hmm..what to do...
Well, I've taken to ignoring him. How do you ignore a crackhead, you ask? It's simple, though at first I thought it was hard. Ignore their very existence(and if this girl sitting next to me looks over at my computer one more goddamn time, I swear to god! I'm at the library). If they yell at you for some imagined slight, don't respond. If they block you in with their brokedown pickup and refuse to move it for you to go to work, park on the outside of the driveway. Then flick them off(Good! She's gone now!.
As with any drug abusers, crackheads will become paranoid, and make accusations. This is their way of assuaging their guilt for breaking the law. Don't waste your time by responding to them. Make yourself a delightful sherbet and have a nice day. Don't let them ruin it.
If you suspect a crackhead has taken your valuables and pawned them, call the police and have them arrested. Don't let it go.
And lastly-well I can never end these things properly. Just keep what I said in mind if you are forced to live with a crackhead, 'kay?
|I know a Scrooge!
Someone is moping around and slamming things because there's a Chritsmas tree up at my house. And muttering to themselves at 12 o'clock at night for attention.
I'm an athiest, but you don't see me whining like a pussy! XD
This whole situation is hilarious. Only a crackhead/alcoholic would act this way.
|So one of my friends drags me to see "The Grudge II" the other week.
All I can say is, I want my money back!
First off, you never see what happens to the victims in the movie. They just get snatched like a little boy at the Neverland Ranch. Sure, they get scared a lot, but that's worse than what ultimately happens to them!
There were a lot of things that didn't make sense. One of the victims from the Japan is allowed to go all the way back home to the U.S. to cause all kinds of weirdness, seemingly just to keep the audience confused and in the theater longer.
And since when do spirits attack you in a phone booth in broad daylight? Where people can see you? Tokyo is a pretty big place. I doubt you could get 'disappeared' or whatever in broad daylight.
And they did the younger-sister-you-knew-nothing-about-until-now-trick. You know, like when they introduced Dawn from out of nowhere on the last couple season's of Buffy(If you don't, then thankfully you stopped watching Buffy right before it jumped the shark)? And then they kill off Gellar in the first few minutes! I mean, come on! Do the producers think anyone will see "The Grudge 3' without Gellar? The only reason people saw the first two was because they're all Buffy fans! Sheesh!
The only good thing about this movie is that Jennifer Beals(Flashdance) is still getting work. And she killed someone in the first few minutes of the movie. But of course, her part wasn't big enough for me for me to give up $7.50!
This movie gets a 1 out of 5 from me. Seriously, dancing in my underwear would have been more entertaining than "The Grudge II".
|I got my comp back from the shop, but something was wrong with my old keyboard, so I had to buy another one, so I haven't been back online until today.
My car is gonna be fixed tommorrow, so that's one less thing to worry about.
I haven't really had any problems with customers in the last few days, so I've got nothing to complain about on that end either....
Oh wait! I just remembered some asshole! I almost forgot!
For the record, I live in the South. That being said, I don't usually jump to the conclusion that white people are being racist when they throw a fit and complain about something in my presence. People of all colors have bad days. And assholes come in rainbow colors as far as I can tell.
Anywho, here's the story: I'm ringing up a customer, when all of a sudden a lady from the back of the line yells, "Is there any way you can turn that off?"
My first reaction is 'huh'? because no one ever complains about something in the store. My store is the model store for the entire region, which is made up of about three dozen other stores. You know, since I don't work with any slackers or thieves, I've got it like that. ;)
The lady gets an attitude and points at the radio.
Again, I'm like 'huh'?, because the lady comes in all the time and she's never complained about the radio before. I turn the radio down because I figure, 'maybe it is too loud today. I just started my shift, and I'm still half asleep.'
Still, I like to cover all my bases, because I'm curious about what people think all the time. I'm weird like that. So when it's time to ring the lady up, I ask her if the radio was too loud.
She doesn't answer my question. She launches into this crap about secular music. I stare at her like she's crazy. It's not like the Ying-Yang Twins or 50 Cent was blaring on the radio. Luther Vandross * was singing some annoying sappy love song. Luther Vandross!!! His songs are more harmless than Barry White's! It's bad enough I can't listen listen to the rap stations, the new rock stations, or even the top 40 stations at my job, but this dumbass lady with the bible shoved up her ass was trying to take away the crappy non-offensive r&b station that hadn't played anything new on it since '98??!!!
You can bet your ass I was pissed!
So I ring the lady out, and hand her her stuff, and right before she walks out the door, I turn the music right back on, just so her little conservative ears are flooded with secularism. And she didn't say shit.
* ------> (For those of the caucasian persuasion who are not in the know, Luther Vandross is a older version of Rueben Studdard. As a matter of fact, Luther Vandross was the original singer of the song "Superstar" that Rueben sang during American Idol.)
Whew! I really needed to vent about that!
|So...now I have a broken comp. and a broken car. Good times...good times...
I guess it could be worse. I could be Jessica Simpson.
Well anywho, I'm supposed to be getting it fixed, so I'm killing time here at the local library, suffering through it's slllllooooooowww dial-up connection. You'd think they'd be able to get funding to at least have a cable connection.
Oh well, beggars can't be choosers.
I can't wait until Saw 3 comes out. I need to watch people getting horribly maimed and killed in bizarre ways to make me feel better about life. :D
|I just finished working three shifts back to back to back, so I'm feeling pretty beat. I've had a lot of ideas swirling around in my head for another story, but nothing's stood out. Too many damn cliches I guess.
I had to stare down another asshole of a customer today. Guy tried to talk down about the local high school football team because he was from another town. I'm like, "Dude, I'm in college! Why should I care?" Then I handed him his cheap shit and shooed him out the door. LOLZ!
I should make a sign that says, "I am an adult. Don't start nothing, won't be nothing." I swear, more and more people want their asses kicked these days!
|...Is that they don't know when to shut the hell up!
There are two kinds of people I can't stand. Male chauvenists, and people who won't leave me the hell alone when it comes to my personal beliefs.
I had to deal with two of those kinds of people in the same day today. I wonder if there is some kind of asshole lottery that at least one service industry worker has to win every day.
The religious guy I had dealt with earlier. It was the same old song and dance, "Give your life to God or burn in hell", type sermon, disguised in a faux-friendly conversation. I told him my mind was made up about not believing in any specific deity/life-after-death/beginning-or-end-of-the-world legend, but of course he wouldn't listen. Maybe he really believed in God. Maybe he was trying to get in my pants.
Whatever his real motivation, he should have shut the hell up. The thing about some religious types are that they don't really give a damn about your opinion. They're right, and you're wrong, before you even open your mouth. They think you're stupid, or at least ignorant of the wonderful things religion can offer you. In the afterlife.
In this life, apparently God/Allah/YHWH's followers have to fight against each other guerilla warfare style for "His" glory.
And for oil apparently. Apparently oil is Jesus's younger brother.
Anywho, after I stared him down, preferring to stock ethinc hair chemicals to this kind of annoying banter, he mumbled something about praying for me, and left.
But this was not the end of my encounter with an asshole! Oh no! I had one left!
Later on in the day, I was lifting a medium sized box(which didn't weigh more than five pounds) on my shoulder. I would've have carried it in my hands, but the place I work at has small aisles. An older guy at the counter muttered something about women taking on the responsiblities of a man.
I smiled at him sweetly and told him I had been lifting weights since high school.
He said that was okay as long as I fufilled my "womenly duties".
I asked him what did he meant. Getting beat up by a man? Being barefoot and pregnant? Because I'm not that kind of girl. I'm the kind of girl who can pick a guy up and put him over my shoulder.
He wouldn't answer. He just looked kind of pissed and stormed off. Probably because I had the balls to answer him.
Not that I actually have balls.
People mistake my cute exterior for weakness for some reason. Someone's gonna get knocked on their ass one of these days.