or we'll find each other in the crowded streets and the guarded park

driving home: JACK-O-LANTERN SKYSCRAPER! yea!

(but i must sadly admit: i have all the lights out here except what is coming from the lappy and showgirls on vh-1. because i have no candy for the childrens. on the very off chance they should come a knockin'.)

(i _did_ however buy candy for the office today, so i'm not really a halloween scrooge. promise.)

and for every useless reason i know, there's a reason not to care

anyone care to guess what i am for halloween? the 1st right answer could earn you a fun sized candy bar...

ps. no fair putting in if you already know because i've already told you. that is not "guessing".

pps. why do they call the undersized candy bars "fun-sized", anyway? what the fuck is fun about less candy?

it's just too little too late

Thing To Love About Odin The iPod #267:
deadman switch in the headphone jack.

so if you, for instance, accidentally knock the ipod off your desk reaching for a ticket report, the song you were in the middle of pauses and you don't miss a second of maroon 5.

i still don't have a reason and you don't have the time, pictoral

i still don't have a reason and you don't have the time

my compy seems to think daylight savings is over, or started, i know it's springforwardfallback but i've no idea which section of the year involves saving daylight.

or what we're saving it from.

but either way further temporal discombobulation is certainly not what my jetlagged ass needs right now.

also i'm tired and sore as hell today, which i'm feverishly trying to psychosomatically chalk up to the two hundred and fifty eight times i knelt on the floor last night as part of Ghosty and not Not NOT because i am in any way not well.

fellow ghosts: sorry if i was a bit antisocial. still spacey as hell.
patrons: the spacey actually helped me ignore you. yea. hope you had fun.
fb: i totally did not kill my family. those were accidents. so there.

Text of The Week

Are you home yet I'm going to kill Mom.

i work at doin' nothin all day
ireland day 3/4

and tuesday was the day the jet lag landed. i slept and read and took a brief trip cork-ward to visit the pharmicist (drug store to us yanks) and that was about it.

moving along to

i told him we already got one
ireland day 4/5
"well that was saucy," j. the cabbie


it's only a model
here we have delightful blarney castle, about a 20 minute bus ride outside of cork. it's partly ruinous and they pretty much just let you ramble all over it. there were more americans there than i saw the rest of the trip entire. i'm afraid it is true that i did a lot of quoting from monty python and the holy grail while i was there. alas, no one joined in.


the view from where i sat at lunch. i ate irish stew. such the tourist. the whole town of blarney is cute-like in this wise.


right above my head there is the location of the blarney stone. yes, i did kiss it. twice. who wants to touch me?

jiggity jig

i look forward to a day in the distant future when i gather my little grand neices and nephews around and spin them tales of the days when sometimes flights weren't delayed.

(i may also describe how many horses it took to get the plane going down the runway, because that's just the kind of aunt i hope to be.)

the flight to london was about 30 minutes delayed. the flight home was delayed by two hours.

but i am back safe and sound. and i have lots of pictures to post. stay tuned.

hey mr. driver man, don't be slow i got somewhere i gotta go
or
Ireland Trip Day 2 and/or 3

- "so do you just fancy a drink or are you looking for a pub with fiddely didely music, you know what i mean?" d. the cab driver

on the tour bus


st. finbarr's cathedral


st. ann's


me on top of st. ann's. (sounds naughtier than i intended...)

and i think it's gonna be a long long time til touchdown brings me round again
or
Ireland Trip, Day 1-2

- people who travel on planes with babies know only two expressions: ootchie-kootchie and a thousand thousand varieties of dismay

- "we all win when we play the Security Game!"

- Heathrow Intl Airport: "You're Not Going AnyWhere. Fast."

- Heathrow Intl Airport: "Now 50% More Like A Habitrail!"

I'll be writing more in a week or two
I can make it longer if you like the style

i signed up for NaNoWriMo. i must be insane.

either that, or i mistakenly thought i was signing up for NaNuWriMo.

which would be a month spent writing Mork and Mindy fan fic.

i guess i could still do that.

there are no subject restrictions.

KO. raej out.

the autumn leaves drift by my window
and i think of warmer happier work days:

poppin' champagne, livin' the life

my weekend, edited for maximum coolness:
so i was relaxing with a margarita in Denver sunday on the way back from a party in the Central West End saturday night when the line producer for my next movie called. she needed to know if the shooting dates were ok with me and, if possible, to schedule my fitting. "the date is fabulous with me, babe, but the fitting will have to be near the end of the month, after i jet back from ireland," i replied.

my weekend, keepin' it real edition:
i was killing a 2 and a half hour layover in the denver airport, drinking a "margarita" that may perhaps once have waved at some tequila but, if so, seemed to not have been too affected by the encounter.

i had just spent 2 hours on a plane named Sheldon watching mythbusters reruns and a remarkably awful sci-fi channel movie after 24 hours spent on the ground in st. louis to attend a wedding.

my cell was actually set to silent, but i happened to glance down and see the glowing (425) area code that indicated an incoming call. "shit," i thought, "i should've emailed the line producer."

friday night i'd received an email detailing the shoot dates, etc, for a short film i was frankly surprised to find i'd been cast in. 9 days before, i'd been summoned to a reading and, not realizing he meant 'audition reading,' wore my glasses. i don't mind how i look bespectacled, i just know it's a visual pigeonholer. the email indicated i'd actually been cast and would be doing some green screen shooting in mid-november. i meant to respond in the affirmative to the suggested date but C0mcast apparently took friday night off to go party.

the last time i was in a filmed project, i spent the day in zombie makeup and pajamas with increasingly soggy feet.
before that (by several years) i was cast in a christmas movie which we filmed inside a house in st. louis in july with the ac turned off because it interfered with the mics.

i apologized to the line producer for not getting back to her sooner and said the proposed date was just fine with me, as my only planned activity in november so far was thanksgiving.

i am, however, actually going to ireland in october, so i did advise her my fitting would have to wait a bit. i did not call her babe, though. pure fiction, that.

Psycho killer, qu'est que c'est

so, yeah, i've kinda gotten addicted to Dexter over the past few days.

i blame C0mcast 0n Demand.

they've been featuring it and, like any good dealer, the 1st couple were free. but now the free is over.

(unlike a good dealer, they're not keeping up the supply. episode 13 is available for Demand, but episodes 5-12 are not. as the story arcs are rather long, that's just not going to cut it.)

the free versions that were available apparently required them to cut the language. in a show about a serial killer.
yes, alanis, there is irony.

brushing up on your small talk, part new job
or
reminder that, even though there's a theatrrr downstairs, you're still working in an office

him: please don't bring your knitting to the monthly meetings.
(it wasn't knitting, actually, but i sensed that to be Beside The Point)
me: it helps me focus.
him: i know, but it makes you look bored. not that i'd blame you if you were bored.
me: so, and i'm just clarifying here, not arguing, so you'd rather i appear vaguely attentive but be bored and zoned out than that i appear possibly bored but actually be focused and paying attention?
him: yes.
me: okey dokey.