the internet and me were on a break (sorry).

Oh, my goodness. It’s been a while. Sorry about that. It’s because you need to:

Watch Samantha Who? starring Christina Applegate, Jean Smart, Melissa McCarthy and Jennifer Esposito, starting October 15th, Monday nights on ABC. Right between Dancing With the Stars and The Bachelor. A night so girly, you just might ovulate!

There are a few things I miss about working on the WB lot. One of them is my parking space, right in front of the door. But this year, while my parking space is far away in a garage, it has my name on it! My name, spelled correctly, thank you, right there where I park. So official! I totally work here!

At the last sitcom, my office was at the very end of a long hallway, so far away from the rest of the action that there was one occasion where the entire staff left for a table read and forgot to get me. Anyway, this year my office is right in front. Right at the front door, as a matter of fact, with two big windows, one of which slides open. I was informed this is because my office was the original pay window on the lot, where everybody would stand in line on Fridays to get their paychecks.

Having a sliding window in a building full of funny people is a good time at first. I’ve taken a lot of drive-thru orders, using the back of my bendy lamp as a crappy microphone. People like to press themselves up against the window, pretend I’m an art installation, or a zoo animal, or they shout at me instead of walking two extra steps to be inside my office. I can see trees, and the room is usually sunny. It helped the other day when one of the writers came into my office during lunch and shouted, “Jesus Christ, it reeks in here!”

But yesterday, I learned the hazards of my sliding window. Continue reading

office mates

I used to be very shy. A quiet girl who liked to read books and stay out of the way. I wrote a lot of stories to entertain myself, and I wrote them from inside a walk-in closet because I’m a dork. I avoided making new friends because I knew I’d end up moving, and I didn’t want to lose more friends. Continue reading

High Class Problems

It’s late, but I’ve got The Insomnia, so here I am, writing another entry. Will the wine work, or will the writing work? One of these things should get me sleepy. I’ve got work in the morning.

Um. So.

I ran into my friend Alex at the store last night. We went to college in Austin together, and he is now my neighbor, living just across the major street in our neighborhood. I think that’s the coolest thing. I get home late from work and run to the store, and who’s in line? Alex. It really made it feel like Eagle Rock is becoming an actual neighborhood, and not this place far away off The 2, where nobody ventures out unless they want to visit me or get some of the best Mexican food in Los Angeles. Continue reading


and my dad calls

Well, it was bound to happen.

Squishy has officially outgrown its britches, and I’m moving the site to a new webhosting company, with more space. Because of this, at some point next week the mail server might go down for a little while, or depending on InterNIC, it might be a couple of days before you see the change. You might not notice anything different. That’s my goal. But if there’s a bleep or a bug, just be patient. It’ll be all fixed soon.

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