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Wednesday, November 27, 2002
The Holiday...and Canadians
My0001: so do you do anything for american thanksgiving?
randomcanadian: no.
randomcanadian: because we had canadian thanksgiving already.
My0001: do you eat turkey at yours?
randomcanadian: no, roast beef, usually
My0001: interesting
My0001: is that canadian tradition?
randomcanadian: dude. of course we eat turkey.
My0001: :P
randomcanadian: there's this show
randomcanadian: very high rated in canada
randomcanadian: it's called 'talking to americans'
randomcanadian: where the host asks americans questions about canadian things he tells them
randomcanadian: and y'all will beleive anything about us.
randomcanadian: i mean, WOW
My0001: yup
My0001: you're so funny and strange
My0001: almost like aliens
randomcanadian: hehehe
My0001: or panda bears
My0001: we like them too
randomcanadian: heh
My0001: what's that? eh?
randomcanadian: stoppit
My0001: love
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Monday, November 25, 2002
The Love Affair
I've rekindled something that I started a few months ago. It fell apart before, due partly to my busy schedule and my lack of attention. OK, let's not beat around the bush. I was neglectful.
But all that has changed. I've turned over a new leaf.
It's something that I've been thinking about for a long time. I've been telling myself, "It's not that hard. You don't need to be rich. You don't need to have tons of free time. All it takes is a little bit of care."
And today, I cared. It just took some determination to bite the bullet and make some effort. That's all it is, kids. Suck it up.
I'd forgotten how beautiful she was. I'd forgotten her amazing smell. I'd forgotten how much I enjoy being around her. It's like we just met for the first time. Everything feels just like new.
They even got the gum off the drivers seat. Yes, boys and girls...I finally cleaned out my truck and washed her for the first time since the 4th of July.
Love.
11/25/2002 04:43:00 PM link
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The Porn Name
Apparently my porn name is "Lex Colby". Interesting that both are names of past Survivor contestants. I don't think it's a coincidence.
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The Ingenuity
So I was bartending in the luxury box at the Northwestern-Illinois game on Saturday. The stadium is in Evanston, about 40 minutes away from my house. About 30 minutes into the trip, I realized that I had forgotten my bow tie and vest. Items that, when missing, turn my tux uniform into black pants and a weird white shirt.
I had to improvise. I left to get another case of wine, and instead ran to my car. I drove to my theatre (also in Evanston) and raided the costume stock. I found a bow tie without too much problem. And then I located a vest section on one of the racks. I looked all through it, but couldn't find a tux vest, or even a black suit vest. What I did find was a black period peasant-y looking vest, that had a split up the back and tied with a little bow.
I took it. And I wore it. And I was proud. Everyone else made fun of me, but I think it's cool.
All right, not really, but it did look better after I cut off the ribbon, and applied some scotch tape to the inside of the split, to make the back a little less open.
At least I get points for fast thinking.
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Friday, November 22, 2002
The Laugh
I'm so sure. Read this.
I think we're the only one's who've ever graduated with that degree...does that really make me noted?
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The Ugliness
Just what the hell is this?
Why must we continue to pander to those people that think it's OK to wear sandals year round? Or those people who wear socks with sandals? Because you know that just because these things are wool, that's not going to keep their ankles warm. There will be socks. Innapropriately.
And really. Look at the description. Even the retailer calls them slippers. Do we wear slippers in public? No we don't. We wear them in our own houses, in front of a fire or some other such toasty location.
Please. Do your part to stop this madness. Friends don't let friends wear clogs.
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Thursday, November 21, 2002
The Referrals
So...um...did someone send this address out to all their college friends? I've had an unusual number of hits from different universities around the country today.
Don't get me wrong...I appreciate the love...I just want to know who to thank.
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The Ultimate in Lameness
It's not bad enough that the roommates watch taped episodes of Star Trek: Voyager. Now they're watching a movie about Star Trek.
Loudly. Outside my room.
God forbid someone actually spend the whole day working. God forbid that person want to go to bed.
Stupid kids.
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Tuesday, November 19, 2002
The Server
I don't know what's been up these past few days, but I'm sorry that the page doesn't load half the time. I wish I knew what to do.
Is this because I make fun of teenagers? They know a lot about computers. I bet one of them hacked into my server and jacked everything up.
Stupid kids.
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Monday, November 18, 2002
The Concert
It's going to look like I'm copying from The Amy, but let's remember who did it a long time ago. Notice that I didn't say who did it first, because I'm sure I'm not the first one to do it.
But I digress.
The ex and I went to the John Mayer concert on Saturday. It was a good time, but John's downfall is truly his fanbase. Wow. Could they have been more annoying? I don't think it's possible. Here's the list of major culprits:
11-Year-Old Girl Wearing Halter Top, not just one of them, but many, all singing Your Body is a Wonderland at the top of her lungs. You might recall that the words of this song go something like, "And if you want love, we'll make it...swim in a deep sea of blankets..." Now think about the 11-year-old girl in the halter top singing them. Inappropriate. Highly.
ADHD Guy's biggest problem wasn't his bouncing around...it was his jacket. It had fur trim. I thought he was actually a large woman with bad highlights and poor taste in outerwear. But no, he was a college guy. Who obviously had no idea that one should not wear fur. Ever. OK, unless you're a pimp, then it's OK. But you can't wear it with your American Eagle rugby shirt.
Christian Guy with Bad Voice felt the need to sing along to every song. Poorly. I don't fault the guy for being a Christian...but I do fault him for wearing a t-shirt with some bible verses on the back, underneath what I'm sure is supposed to be a cool logo, meant to lure young people into the church. I didn't realize that some people realyl don't sound good. I should have given him my card for voice lessons.
The Bitter 35-Year-Olds were sitting directly behind us. Their only saving grace is that they were older than us, which made us feel better. But they talked the whole time, saying things like "You know, that John Mayer is a talented young man." in one of those annoying "I'm prentending to be old, but I'm too bitter to pull it off" voices. They left before the last song (before the encore) was even over.
And I'm lumping all these people together...People Who Throw Things at John While He's Playing the Encore (wow.), People Who Feel the Need to Scream Whenever John Does Something Differently Than He Does on the CD (God forbid...), People Who Talk During Songs They Don't Know, Much Like Third Graders (Obviously they only want to hear songs they can sing to at the top of their lungs. Nice) and People Who Cheer For Covers Even Though They're Too Young to Know the Original (You 15-year-olds have never heard of My Buddy. Don't cheer.).
So that's that. The concert was good, but next time we're hoping for a 21 and over venue.
Stupid kids.
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Thursday, November 14, 2002
The Lack...
...of anything of substance to write about is staggering. Catering takes a lot out of me. And driving this close to Ikea every day is really hard.
So go read some Amy. She's doing fantastically for her first week of blogdom.
I'll have roommate updates when I know more.
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Wednesday, November 13, 2002
The Apartment
If I was going to show this place to prospective roommates, I'd have to do a whole lot of cleaning.
So I did. I've spent the whole evening cleaning, and rearranging things to make it less "Micky all over the house", and more "here is where you can live and keep your things, unencumbered by Micky's immeasurable amount of useless stuff".
Of course, I'm getting minimal support from the roommates. You know how it is.
I found TOGFI a new apartment in Edgewater, and I signed up for the roommate service today. We have a couple of prospects. They're coming to look at the place on Sunday.
What a pain.
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Monday, November 11, 2002
The Roommate
So TOGFI wants to move out. I don't know why. He has it pretty sweet here, considering that I clean up after him all the time.
Whatever. This leaves me minus one roommate. So I have to find a new one.
Any thoughts?
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Sunday, November 10, 2002
The Amy
The time has come. The Amy is ready to leave the nest and take it to the people all by herself..
Please go visit her. She deserves some love. Give it to her.
Give it to her good.
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Friday, November 08, 2002
The Lameness
Had a meeting at Cody's with the doctors, the ex and my associate Dr. Lefton (not really a doctor, but hey, neither am I), followed by a sidebar at Arriba Mexico.
LIJ joined us for about an hour. He came late due to playing a computer game. He left so quickly due to said computer game. And Thursday night TV.
Now, I'm the first person to agree that Thursday night TV is important, but when you're taping all of your shows, and you have the opportunity to hang out with three-dimensional breathing people, then I think the choice is clear. And I'm tired of monetary excuses. You don't have to have money to have a good time. I rarely have money. And yet I manage.
So I'm over the inviting. It obviously does no good.
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Wednesday, November 06, 2002
The Story
I submitted my entry to the second Hidden City Halloween Contest. Only 3 people entered in the writing category, so he declared all of us winners! Rock!
Go check out the story, loosely based on a couple of chiropractors.
Ooooh. Scary.
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The Engagement
OK, Let's talk J.Lo and Ben. Was anyone really surprised when she said that they were engaged? I can't say that I was.
The question is, how long is this going to last? Look at the history.
J.Lo marries one of her dancers. J.Lo divorces one of her dancers after a few months. Obviously J.Lo enjoys spending time with these people, since she works with them, but when it comes to living in the same house (albeit a large one) and spending ALL their time together, she chokes.
Ben dumped my girlfriend, Gwyn. So although I still see his movies, I can't say that he doesn't deserve to have his heart trampled on my J.Lo's $12,000 heels. I have to stand on the side of my woman. You know how it is.
There's talk that Russell and Nicole are together too. I think that's nice. They have Aussie heritage and all that. And at least they didn't meet when filming a movie together. That's the risk here, people. It's been a problem for every movie that I've filmed. The leading ladies are always clamoring to get all up in my business. Ah, the life of an actor.
So I'll be taking bets for J.Lo and Ben's certain demise. I think I'm going to give them 8 months after the wedding. Post your comments below...maybe we'll get a pool going.
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Tuesday, November 05, 2002
The Laziness
Wow. It's 11:30, and I really haven't done anything today.
Oh well.
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Monday, November 04, 2002
The Secret
Feel you like can't get enough Micky?
I know you do. But there are many of you, and only one Micky, so you must share.
The good news is that I'm a new columnist at Backwash, so you can get all new Micky, without all the complaining about his jobs and lack of sleep and whatnot. The bad news is that only truly devoted fans get the exact address.
(Here's why. I censor myself quite a bit on this site, and I'm tired of it. I worry that if I have a funny story about someone, then they will read it and get mad if I happen to paint them in an unflattering color. It's a problem that is encountered by almost every blogger I know. Some people have even been fired because of their blog content. That's not cool.)
I've been told that it's a pretty good column. But I'll let you judge it for yourself. Don't worry, the love of Micky will still continue here, but I needed another outlet for a different kind of writing. Drop me an email, or put your address in the nifty comment box down there, and I'll give you the URL.
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Sunday, November 03, 2002
The Job: Part II
After an hour of sleep, I got up at 4am and began one of the longest 24 full hours of my life. Here's what we learned, in no particular order.
A) Some union people are really nice. Some are rude, lazy bastards.
B) There is nothing wrong with a drink right before a show.
C) No matter how much you schedule, nothing will ever happen as prettily as it does on paper.
D) Even if you type out instructions and then someone highlights them, that does not necessarily mean that they ever actually read them.
E) It is entirely possible to call a show without having seen the last scene.
F) Mel the spot op rules.
G) I hate slide projectors. Shoot me if I ever suggest some sort of multi-media extravaganza.
H) Pretty much anyone can use your credit card. I handed mine out to a number of assistants as I sent them on errands, and they had no problems at all. Nice. Safety.
I) Just because the show is over, that does not mean that the producer will stop calling and leaving multiple messages on your cell phone. At 3am.
J) Even if said producer makes your life hell and treats you like an incompetent clod, other people can acknowledge that you, in fact, rock, and will tell you so, while, at the same time, apologizing for the aforementioned inappropriate treatment.
K) There's nothing wrong with 12 hours of sleep after a day like that.
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Friday, November 01, 2002
The Job
Tomorrow's the big day...stage managing at the Auditorium Theatre. No, I've never done anything this huge before. I figured it would be a few years before I was thrown into this situation, and that by that time I would be prepared.
Ah, but I'm not prepared. It's going to be a long day, most likely followed by a long sleepless night.
Long, only if I start the night at 9 pm. Since I'm getting up at 5 tomorrow.
So wish me luck...I'm going to need it!
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