So, here’s a little corner of Per Uzh where I will give a little hurrah to those actors out there who have the best screams. It’s not as easy as you would think and there’s something so satisfying about a from-the-gut, blood-curdling SCREAM. They need this appreciation. Thank Jesus I have a BLOG where I can do His work. Here goes:
My sinuses hurt so badly that my fucking TEETH are aching.
Seriously, I know it’s not a new story, but the MOST frustrating train experience last night. First, I wait 40 minutes at the 23rd Street Station. A D train comes through and those trains don’t even stop at this station and it wasn’t there to take me where I wanted to go. Then, I get on and there’s a group of oddly late-middle aged and rowdy highway workers. It was late and I just wasn’t in the mood. Thankfully, I was listening to one song on constant loop as I am wont to do (currently “Hysteric” by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs). So, I didn’t hear anything they were saying but everything felt really threatening. THEN, these two bums started having a fight. And, the highway workers loved it which made me feel awful things about humanity. It felt like 7 years of my life were lost.
Sean “Puffy” Combs. I did not make this up. This absolutely ridiculous. Paul Newman is currently, from the grave, redacting his appearance on the program.
So, I’ve not watched a single episode of this season. This is unprecedented and, I’m sorry to say, sounds a death knell for the series. Yes, I’m giving myself that much importance.
- J: Dude doing karaoke to Deborah Gibson
- N: Um...where are you? Jealous!
- J: Metropolitan!!!
- N: Awww! My feelings about that are EPIC.
- J: Oh my God, it was.
So, I’m hearing that people that do this P90X thing are sort of like a cult.
I’m at a place in my life where being in a cult actually sounds kind of AMAZING. I’m so signed up. In fact, I’ve already gotten the goods. I haven’t opened the box yet, for fear that I’ll have to start working out immediately and, well, I have a cold. It just wouldn’t work out at this moment.
A woman I work with said that she unfriended someone on Facebook for having so many status updates about P90X. I am thrilled to be a part of such a movement and I am talking with only about 12% irony.
Just saw them on Jimmy Fallon. Love? I think so.
I’m obsessed. I’m clearly going to participate in this workout fad. I don’t know why I’m fighting it. It’ll be fine.
So, today, I just filmed a PSA for Women’s Sexual Health regarding Hyposexual Desire Deficiency Syndrome. Such a thing exists. I play the husband with the wife who likes to do it. We’re the neighbors of the woman who can’t get it up. HILARIOUS. It’s apparently a very real problem though (they think men may have it too) and I hope all of those people out there are able to access their inner Barry White. That said, it’s funny to me that I was in this.
Or, can the hustle be performed to any Lady Gaga song? This is a good thing.
I love Made so much. It’s hard for me to really express what it means to me. First of all, my parents wouldn’t allow me to watch MTV. Of course, I snuck it in when my parents weren’t around, but I never really got to just sink in and enjoy any videos [VIDEOS: Things that used to be featured on MTV aka Music Television].
Anyway, even though videos are rarely even seen on the channel anymore, I’ve consistently tried to enjoy and relate to MTV. It’s hard. Frankly, even Remote Control seemed a little beyond me, even though it was exactly my demographic. I’m old is what I’m saying to you. I wanted every single piece of original programming to speak to me like The Real World, Season 1. I wanted it to be about being a better version of your young, stupid self.
I was already living in New York by the time Made premiered. At the time, it made me feel good to see the advice being given to some freak like I felt I was back in the day.
Now when I watch, I really enjoy watching the relationship between mentor and person who wants to be made. Typically, the made wannabe is bratty and sloppy and not punctual and just a mess. The mentor is a professional who has been nice enough to offer their time as well as get a little TV exposure. The first meeting between the two is usually dominated by the TV exposure part, but the thing is, the mentor is always some person who had to really fucking bust some balls to get where they are. They are kind of responding to the fact that maybe they were a freak before. So, eventually, they turned into a person who is not taking any shit…not taking any shit. I’m sure it’s all produced to the nines, but it works for me.
Like, the fat kid who wanted to complete a triathlon. He was a MESS. And, his mentor was the absolute opposite person that this weird dramatic kid would ever hope to be. They were so different and learned from each other and forced the other to expand their ideas of what makes a person valuable.
The finale is always a bit trumped up, but you ultimately end up seeing how the kid is transformed into someone who is accountable for their own actions and feels empowered to affect change in their own life. And, even if they don’t become a champion ice skater or the prom king, they still grow in ways that are really satisfying to see.
There you go. I WANT TO BE MADE.