Tag: Nostalgia

Wow, It’s Finally Happening.

This Thursday on ABC, 8:30/7:30c, watch Samantha Who?, episode: “THE DOG,” because I wrote it, which means it’s the only time my name’s in the credits at the front of the episode — the only time my family feels confident in telling people I write on the show. (“Well, otherwise your name goes so fast at the end, and they don’t see it, and I look like a liar!”)

And now you can point at my name and shout, “That’s my friend!” Or some of you will go, “I used to know this girl!” And maybe some of you will be all, “Man, I really should call her instead of just reading about her. I miss her.” And then some of you will be like, “I know this girl! Well, I mean, I kind of know her. I read her journal. Blog. I used to read it when it was a journal, and it was way funnier back then, and she talked about her life and stuff, but now she kind of doesn’t really do that, I guess because she’s too good for blogging or whatever, and if I’m being honest, I’m just not into blogs like I used to be, once I got the promotion and the baby was born, it’s just like–” and then the other person on the couch will say, “Are you done? Because now I have to rewind and watch this entire scene again so I can find out what happened.”

I remember I was writing various drafts of the outline for this episode through September of last year, in like, seriously a variety of cities and forms of transportation, including I think maybe even at one point on a boat. Then finished the first draft of the script the same afternoon I had company from all over the country arriving for the Baby Doll Brawl, which was that weekend (I just saw that picture of me taking a picture of my bruises and even I winced. No wonder people kept trying to talk me out of it back then. These days I don’t look nearly that beat-up, I promise. I don’t fall nearly as much as I used to.) Obama got elected during the bajillion rewrites. We shot it in… December, I think? I don’t remember; by then I was kind of melting down. It feels like I worked on this episode for about four months straight a million years ago, and now here it finally is. Like a weird little time capsule packed with memories.

Watch it, buy it, stream it… whatever makes you happy. And thanks. I never forget that I wouldn’t have this job if it weren’t for this site right here, back when blogs were journals, when I got lucky enough to find you.

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ray’s home

and other things

Ray’s home.

He’s learning how to play his new fishing game. Eric is on the computer. I’m on my computer. There are tons of new books and CDs around me. The three of us may never have an actual conversation again.

So, this past weekend I met The Mighty Kymm (check that link for her take on the meeting). She was very cool and nice and brought presents. What more could you ask for?

But I don’t think I convinced her to love Peaches.

It’s funny, because while we were waiting for her to show up, every other person we said, “Is that her?” even though I was pretty sure I’d recognize her if I saw her. I always do that when I’m meeting journallers for the first time. “Is that him?” You always know the second you see them. But for a few seconds before hand you wonder if perhaps they’ve been lying all this time and they actually look completely different.

But if you’re meeting someone with purple hair and a nose ring, chances are you’re gonna recognize her when you see her.

The other night I ended up watching a videotape of myself from ten years ago. How strange. All of these people that were in my life when I was young (some of which are still around). Watching how I used to goof off with my sister, or make stupid videos where I’d have her dress up and say lame jokes I’ve made up. Watching how I used to think I was pretty weird in a group of people that didn’t understand me. Watching myself blush in front of boys. Silly. It was strange to watch myself and know that back then I couldn’t see past this high school world I was living in, and how I spent an awful lot of time eating and talking on the phone. There was a clear moment in the tape when you’ve gone forward a year. It’s noticeable not only because my hair is completely different, but my attitude completely changes. It was the year I started doing theatre. I’m even wearing my high school theatre shirt, sick as a dog, playing “Kountry Kitchen Yum Yum” with my sister and our neighbor. Like, half an hour of tape of us goofing around making grilled cheese sandwiches. Some of it was quite embarrassing, and I probably wouldn’t have sat through it if my friend wasn’t having such a great time making fun of how silly I was.

What else haven’t I caught up on?

The Weezer show was incredibly fun. They didn’t play for as long as I’d like, and they weren’t selling t-shirts, but you know, it’s Weezer. I’m always happy. If you could see into the balcony in these pictures, you’d be able to see us. You can’t, so only follow the link if you’re interested in seeing pictures of Weezer.

Now due to the “am i hot or not” article and photograph of me on the FRONT PAGE of the newspaper, I’ve been getting lots of email from Austin men telling me that I am hot and that they’d like to date me. My mom would be so proud.

I’m really just checking in, here. It’s been kind of vacation mode for the past couple of days around here. Yesterday we went to Santa Monica and I spent too much money buying girlie-girl things for myself.

Ray just caught his first fish. We’re all very proud. I played that game for two hours and I never caught a damn thing.

 

New section:

For whenever I remember, anyway.

For Christmas I got the “YM Girlz Rule!” Day of the week calendar. I figure we can all learn a few things from this.

And since we missed yesterday:

 

 

January 1, 2001

 

Attitude Adjustments

Making “better bod” resolutions for 2001? Keep in mind:

1. The numbers on the scale mean nada: Muscles weighs more than fat.

That means… I’m the strongest woman IN THE WORLD! Fear me!

2. Guys like girls who know how to live, so order that chocolate mousse!

Y’all, ordering mousse is no way to live. Seriously.

3. Set realistic goals and aim for strength, not getting skinny.

Well, okay.

 

 

January 2, 2001

 

Skin Sins

To get a great glow, kick these bad beauty habits pronto!

1. Smoking: It dries out skin and speeds up the wrinkling process– not to mention the death process!

Jokes are not their strong point, people.

2. Squeezing pimples: This can bring on inflammation, infection and scarring.

But it’s FUN.

3. Skipping sunscreen: It can result in dark spots, rough patches, wrinkles, even skin cancer. Always use moisturizer with an SPF of 15 or higher.

No, really. Use sunscreen, y’all.

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Follow Me.

because my emotions are just ripping around here.

I’m in the wrong business.

I know that. I can’t help it. I hate it and I love it, and I know that I have some things to work out for myself.

I’m getting ahead of myself.

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sweating and waiting

not as sexy as it sounds.

First of all, I’m just not getting enough sleep. That’s the first important thing to note. The second is that I’m sitting in my office waiting for our new web redesign to launch. We’ve been working for what feels like forever, and now it’s the final few moments. I’m drinking a beer. The air conditioning has been turned off, since the office is closed. I’m sweating, listening to Howard Stern’s/Foo Fighter’s acoustic “Everlong.”

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Video Made the Squishy Star

explaining anime and my play patterns

I wish I could tell you that my life is full of fun and games and whirlwind evenings of drunken hi-jinks, but in truth I’ve been at home scripting the American Dub for Lost Universe. Check out that link for the flash version of the trailer. That’s pretty cool. ADV is starting to put some cash behind the webpage. Now you can order City Hunter subs online and they’ll just send you all of the episodes as they finish. They haven’t offered this for the dubs yet (since we haven’t shot them) but we’ll start dubbing them in the fall. That means even more City Hunter for me. I’m stoked. I’m finishing the current movie today, which I think will be released this summer.

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Memory Lane

alright, at heart, it’s a cop-out entry

If Lenny Kravitz keeps this up, mark my words, in a couple of years there’s going to be an insecticide commercial on television called “Fly Away.”

In the unexplained phenomena category:

Both of my ears are pierced. I used to wear two small silver hoops in them about two years ago. I lost the earrings, and I haven’t worn a pair of earrings since. Last month my right ear’s piercing got infected. I thought it was odd, but decided that weird stuff happens, and I took care of it. Now the other earring hole is infected. What up, yo? I thought they only got infected when you wore crappy earrings. I haven’t even done anything to them.

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pretty in pink

high school confessions and lost muscle tone

I got home yesterday to find a package on my table.  No, it wasn’t the latest book I’d ordered from Amazon.  It wasn’t CD’s.  It wasn’t a friendly package from a Squishy reader.  It was Tae-Bo Live Advanced 3.  Billy apparently decided to continue the series.

I don’t have the time to spend an hour seeing Billy’s latest device of torture.  I just don’t.

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lame ass entry

but i included some photos!

Last night’s rehearsal was like being in the Blair Witch Project.  Have I mentioned that we rehearse at the State Hospital?  People tell stories of patients wandering the area at night, but I tend to think that’s all myth.  What is true, however, is that sometimes my brain sees people outside the window.  There are fireflies, so sometimes a flash of light catches your eye and you glance outside.  So last night they turned off the lights to rehearse my scene, and I was in the dark with a flashlight, on the grounds of the State Hospital (which used to be called the Austin Lunatic Asylum), dodging chairs and flying things saying my lines about being lost and scared.

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alternate views

finding your hometown

In preparation for New Orleans, last night I started (re)reading Interview With the Vampire.  I’ve tried to read this book about three times, but right now I’m out of books, so I’m starting on this one again.

I’ve been thinking quite a bit about Austin, and why I like living here so much.  Having moved around so much as a kid, I’m not really used to staying in one place for so long, and every once in a while I feel like I’ve been here too long.  Where would I go if I wasn’t here?  Eric and I really fell in love with San Francisco, and my memories of it always involve the stoop where Eleanor and Eric and I talked that first night in town.  It’s the view from there that I always remember when I think of San Francisco.  You could sit there and just see so much of the city.  I remember how I sat down and Eric sat down (we’d been off the plane about two hours) and Eric turned to me and said, “How much do you love this city?”   It was nice that we were thinking the same thing.

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