Okay, T-Day is out of the way, along with the amaretto cheesecake. Great recipe but lousy baking instructions. DO NOT BAKE A CHEESECAKE AT 450 DEGREES FOR AN HOUR. The top will burn. And if the recipe says to invert the cake: DON'T!!!!!!!!!!!
Good News: It looks like THE TOWN THAT BANNED CHRISTMAS is a go. The director secured the last of his financing. Shooting should begin on Monday barring last minute trauma or bounced checks.
Bad News: Still don't have my computer.
Good News: The computer is fixed, hubby was just too lazy to get it.
Bad News: Still no moolah from my disability insurance.
Good News: My claim is still "under review".
Bad News: Still no word on INTO THE AMAZON or RANDOM ACTS.
Good News: Agent said he submitted RA to a prodco who invested in NORTH COUNTRY.
Bad News: NORTH COUNTRY tanked.
Good News: I got my hair cut and blown out. I looked great.
Bad News: I can't blow my hair out like the hairdresser did. I look like a moron.
Good News: Our car is now registered and inspected.
Bad News: We got a ticket for driving the car with an expired registration.
Good News: Bush's approval ratings are blowing out faster than the M&M balloon at the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.
Bad News: Bush is still President.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Happy T-Day!
We're trying an assortment of new recipes this year, so we'll see how this turns out. Every year, when I try to vary the menu, everyone has a favorite that they can't live without.
Nov. 28th is supposed to be the start date of my Christmas movie, but I haven't heard from the director in a few days...
Nov. 28th is supposed to be the start date of my Christmas movie, but I haven't heard from the director in a few days...
Friday, November 18, 2005
Mercury Retrograde
My computer crashed, my car's been in the shop all week, still didn't get the money owed to me from my employer, still didn't get the cat's flea medicine, still didn't get the money from disability insurance, my-cowriter on INTO THE AMAZON hated my revise, still didn't get my haircut, got my period...
What else can go wrong??????????????????????????????
What else can go wrong??????????????????????????????
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Don't Cry For Me, Judy Miller
Cos I'm gonna make a pile of dough
Going on all the Fox news shows
So what if I gave the wrong info
It's all in who you know
And I knew Scooter
And I knew Chalabi
That little fatty
So what if I drove the New York Times batty
I did my best
The hell with the rest
Cos I'm gonna make a pile of dough
Remembering what I didn't know
I was a jaibird
Now I'm a snowbird
Looking at the leaves in Aspen falling
While reading "The Apprentice's" bear balling
I got my severance pay
But I won't fade away
Cos I got all those Fox news shows in my lap
To dissemble more faux news crap
So don't cry...for me!!!!!!!!!!! (High quivering falsetto)
Life goes on. So Bush had a bad Tuesday, take two Tylenol and resign. Take Peaches Libby with you while you're at it.
I'm almost (I said almost) feel sorry for Frist. Talk about a doctor who can't keep his scalpel straight.
Isn't anyone embarrassed by Libby's fiction? His book, not his fanciful tale about the leak. Who knew Repubs had such filthy imaginations? He should get together with Lynne Cheney and write a sequel. Number One at Amazon with a condom.
In the meantime, Rove is still under Fitz's microscope, more innocent people are dying in Iraq, and the guy who had his ass stuck to the john seems to have a history of this. Talk about a rough patch.
In my world, things are still the same. Waiting, worrying and working.
BTW, my hubby (a writer/editor of many years) and I are launching a little side biz, writing, proofing and editing manuscripts, scripts, articles, queries, treatments, press releases, letters, techo-crap, you name it. We're cheap and fast and you get four eyes for the price of two. Better than a Happy Meal!
If anyone's interested, give me a toot, I mean, a hoot.
Going on all the Fox news shows
So what if I gave the wrong info
It's all in who you know
And I knew Scooter
And I knew Chalabi
That little fatty
So what if I drove the New York Times batty
I did my best
The hell with the rest
Cos I'm gonna make a pile of dough
Remembering what I didn't know
I was a jaibird
Now I'm a snowbird
Looking at the leaves in Aspen falling
While reading "The Apprentice's" bear balling
I got my severance pay
But I won't fade away
Cos I got all those Fox news shows in my lap
To dissemble more faux news crap
So don't cry...for me!!!!!!!!!!! (High quivering falsetto)
Life goes on. So Bush had a bad Tuesday, take two Tylenol and resign. Take Peaches Libby with you while you're at it.
I'm almost (I said almost) feel sorry for Frist. Talk about a doctor who can't keep his scalpel straight.
Isn't anyone embarrassed by Libby's fiction? His book, not his fanciful tale about the leak. Who knew Repubs had such filthy imaginations? He should get together with Lynne Cheney and write a sequel. Number One at Amazon with a condom.
In the meantime, Rove is still under Fitz's microscope, more innocent people are dying in Iraq, and the guy who had his ass stuck to the john seems to have a history of this. Talk about a rough patch.
In my world, things are still the same. Waiting, worrying and working.
BTW, my hubby (a writer/editor of many years) and I are launching a little side biz, writing, proofing and editing manuscripts, scripts, articles, queries, treatments, press releases, letters, techo-crap, you name it. We're cheap and fast and you get four eyes for the price of two. Better than a Happy Meal!
If anyone's interested, give me a toot, I mean, a hoot.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Post Hallo-weenie
If all goes according to plan, my THE TOWN THAT BANNED CHRISTMAS is slated to start filming on November 28th. We're going to need extras (unpaid) for the big Christmas tree scene, so if any of you are on LI and want to be in a movie, any movie, drop me a line and I'll see what I can do.
I am very disappointed in my Halloweenies. We decorated the house, bought bags and bags of treats (good ones, too), and our house got egged anyway. Many kids didn't even say "trick or treat", they just grabbed the candy and ran. The little tots looked befuddled. And they started coming late, too. I figured the toddlers would come early in the afternoon, like last year, before the teenagers and their shaving cream. At one point, it was so dead, I went into the street looking for trick or treaters.
Stephanie says she's so over trick or treating; at 17, she's too old for such juvenile antics. Instead, she paid good money to be scared witless at a haunted house.
Oh, to be young...
I am very disappointed in my Halloweenies. We decorated the house, bought bags and bags of treats (good ones, too), and our house got egged anyway. Many kids didn't even say "trick or treat", they just grabbed the candy and ran. The little tots looked befuddled. And they started coming late, too. I figured the toddlers would come early in the afternoon, like last year, before the teenagers and their shaving cream. At one point, it was so dead, I went into the street looking for trick or treaters.
Stephanie says she's so over trick or treating; at 17, she's too old for such juvenile antics. Instead, she paid good money to be scared witless at a haunted house.
Oh, to be young...
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