Well, it looks like they did find something, not quite sure what yet. Trying to call the gastro guy, but it's been busy.
In the interim, trying to work and keep my mind off my problems, have another column due for Done Deal and trying to set up a collaboration project.
Monday, April 25, 2005
Thursday, April 21, 2005
No News Is Good News
I'm still no closer to figuring out why my tummy has been on the bum, the colonoscopy showed zilch, so onto the next test. I never want to drink water again.
On the bright side, I'm still sending out queries hoping to find my champion for HOOD. One bozo passed on it this week with a "enjoyed the read" but not "enthused enough to take on a new client". I shot back (well, I wasn't feeling well that day) with a "how enthused do you have to be" thingie. Guess I can strike that idiot off my Christmas card list.
On the bright side, I'm still sending out queries hoping to find my champion for HOOD. One bozo passed on it this week with a "enjoyed the read" but not "enthused enough to take on a new client". I shot back (well, I wasn't feeling well that day) with a "how enthused do you have to be" thingie. Guess I can strike that idiot off my Christmas card list.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Here. There. Everywhere. Nowhere.
Well, according to my horroscope, I'm supposed to get a "gift" from the universe this week. I for one hope so. I'm sure as hell tired of the shit I've been getting thus far.
I am working on like ten different projects at the same time. Still haven't had any luck with HOOD as yet but hope springs eternal.
Otherwise, I've been living on Kao and Pepto and hanging on for the colonosocopy next week. Ugh. After weeks of feeling like dog turd, I would like to get to the bottom of this (sorry, pun intended). Whatever is, I just want to know what it is, get it resolved and return to my usual happy, creative, peppy self.
I am working on like ten different projects at the same time. Still haven't had any luck with HOOD as yet but hope springs eternal.
Otherwise, I've been living on Kao and Pepto and hanging on for the colonosocopy next week. Ugh. After weeks of feeling like dog turd, I would like to get to the bottom of this (sorry, pun intended). Whatever is, I just want to know what it is, get it resolved and return to my usual happy, creative, peppy self.
Monday, April 04, 2005
More More More Showtime Showings Of My Movie!
Friday, April 01, 2005
The Terry Go Round Continues
At least Terri Schiavo is in a better place, but the fallout continues. It's Terri TV all the time for CNN and all the other cable news channels. Funny how Hannity and Co. only got on board the Terri Train only when the right to lifers at any cost (the hell with quality of life) blew it up into such a media circus.
I have no doubt that DeLay and Friends thought that having Bush Lite rush back to the White House in the middle of the night to sign their idiotic bill (what, no fax machines in Crawford) would be universally hailed. Instead, imagine their shock and surprise when it was universally reviled. Thank God that an overwhelming majority of the public saw the DeLay Show for the pandering circus it was, and this was even before news got out that Tom Thumb pulled the plug on his father.
But as Jeff Greenfield from CNN keeps saying, people are now having a "conversation" regarding their own wishes in their regard, and to have it in writing. However, that wouldn't have helped Terri Schiavo, as according to court documents, the Schindlers would have disregarded a living will if Terri had left one instructing that she not be kept "alive" in such a manner.
I also wish some talking head would point out that it's only been a relatively recent development that Terri's blood relatives disputed that she was in a PVS state (this according to Jay Wolfson, Terri's former GAL). They had no problem accepting this poor diagnosis...until they realized it hurt their cause.
What a week. The Pope is also in grave condition, Prince Ranier's organs are shutting down, and chicken king Frank Perdue died after a brief illness. Too many undercooked chicken breasts?
As for me, I'm dragging my sorry ass around (literally) as my tummy is still roiling. The gastro guy says it might be some kind of infection (from that awful flu I had) or maybe some kind of parasite. In the meantime, all I know is, I'm miserable. As I told the doc, give me Pepto, Kaopectate or Johnnie Walker Red, give me something, anything, as I want my life back.
In screenwriting news, I've got a new column coming out on Done Deal, got a few more nibbles here and there, and a pass on HOOD (the SOB).
I have no doubt that DeLay and Friends thought that having Bush Lite rush back to the White House in the middle of the night to sign their idiotic bill (what, no fax machines in Crawford) would be universally hailed. Instead, imagine their shock and surprise when it was universally reviled. Thank God that an overwhelming majority of the public saw the DeLay Show for the pandering circus it was, and this was even before news got out that Tom Thumb pulled the plug on his father.
But as Jeff Greenfield from CNN keeps saying, people are now having a "conversation" regarding their own wishes in their regard, and to have it in writing. However, that wouldn't have helped Terri Schiavo, as according to court documents, the Schindlers would have disregarded a living will if Terri had left one instructing that she not be kept "alive" in such a manner.
I also wish some talking head would point out that it's only been a relatively recent development that Terri's blood relatives disputed that she was in a PVS state (this according to Jay Wolfson, Terri's former GAL). They had no problem accepting this poor diagnosis...until they realized it hurt their cause.
What a week. The Pope is also in grave condition, Prince Ranier's organs are shutting down, and chicken king Frank Perdue died after a brief illness. Too many undercooked chicken breasts?
As for me, I'm dragging my sorry ass around (literally) as my tummy is still roiling. The gastro guy says it might be some kind of infection (from that awful flu I had) or maybe some kind of parasite. In the meantime, all I know is, I'm miserable. As I told the doc, give me Pepto, Kaopectate or Johnnie Walker Red, give me something, anything, as I want my life back.
In screenwriting news, I've got a new column coming out on Done Deal, got a few more nibbles here and there, and a pass on HOOD (the SOB).
Friday, March 25, 2005
What Next?
My tummy still on the bum, and I get a nasty reaction from the meds my doctor gave me (he said I was "exquistely sensitive"). Then the muffler almost falls off the car, I discover that an authorized payment thru my checking account didn't go through because they had the wrong account number, and top things off, just learned that Oxygen passed on my romantic comedy. They loved the premise, but they already have a movie with a very similar premise in pre-production.
Shoot me now, why don't you?
My mother had a bad night and could barely function this morning. She tried to cheer me up by reminding me that some people have it a lot worse. I shot back, yeah, I could be Terri Schiavo.
Speaking of which, the Florida Carnivale continues. Since I've been home, we've been watching the hoopla on the cable networks. Once again the talking heads are out in full force. They must have every neurologist in the country on speed dial. And don't those protestors holding vigil have anything better to do with their lives?
Shoot me now, why don't you?
My mother had a bad night and could barely function this morning. She tried to cheer me up by reminding me that some people have it a lot worse. I shot back, yeah, I could be Terri Schiavo.
Speaking of which, the Florida Carnivale continues. Since I've been home, we've been watching the hoopla on the cable networks. Once again the talking heads are out in full force. They must have every neurologist in the country on speed dial. And don't those protestors holding vigil have anything better to do with their lives?
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
THE SCHIAVO DEBACLE
I have instructed both my husband and my mother that if someday my cerebral cortex should turn to Orange Crush with no possible hope of recovery, or if I'm incapacitated by illness or injury to such an extreme, they are forbidden to take extraordinary measures to prolong my sorry existence. No feeding tube, no life support, no ventilator. Just let me go.
I have no wish or desire to be a poster girl in diapers. I don't want Tom Delay or Terry Randall or Bill Frist to be anywhere near my hospital room. I don't want to be the subject of a CNN Poll, a Fox Breaking News Alert or debated by Congress or the Senate. I want to die with dignity.
My beloved grandparents suffered for over a year, both comatose, before they finally passed within two weeks of each other. If it had been within my power to end their suffering sooner, I would have gladly pulled the plug myself.
My family feels as strongly as I do that the government has no cause to meddle in this sad, tragic affair, other than for trite political pandering by a pest exterminator.
Mikey, my big brother, blew his brains out in the spring of 2002. I grieve for him every day of my life. But if by some mischance the bullet had left him otherwise breathing but brain dead, I would have taken on God and Satan with both hands tied behind my back to let my Mikey go.
I have no wish or desire to be a poster girl in diapers. I don't want Tom Delay or Terry Randall or Bill Frist to be anywhere near my hospital room. I don't want to be the subject of a CNN Poll, a Fox Breaking News Alert or debated by Congress or the Senate. I want to die with dignity.
My beloved grandparents suffered for over a year, both comatose, before they finally passed within two weeks of each other. If it had been within my power to end their suffering sooner, I would have gladly pulled the plug myself.
My family feels as strongly as I do that the government has no cause to meddle in this sad, tragic affair, other than for trite political pandering by a pest exterminator.
Mikey, my big brother, blew his brains out in the spring of 2002. I grieve for him every day of my life. But if by some mischance the bullet had left him otherwise breathing but brain dead, I would have taken on God and Satan with both hands tied behind my back to let my Mikey go.
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
La Vida Loca
Going to the doctor on Saturday as I make my way through a flare up of a very old problem. I can go for weeks or months without an episode, but for the past couple of weeks (and worse since I had that awful flu) I'm in a vicious cycle. It really doesn't make sense to go back to the old doctor since we moved, so hopefully this doctor will be good. The nurse assured me that I would like him, is there a money back guarantee if I don't?
But the day wasn't a complete waste, work wise. I'm collaborating on a new spec which we call HAPPILY NEVER AFTER, a twisted romantic comedy about what happens to our favorite fairy tale folk when the honeymoon fades.
Yesterday I finally got a response from a manager on my HOOD, he passed with the universal "wasn't for him". God, I hate that. I wish they'd say it sucked or something concrete. But then today I got two requests for it, so that lifted my spirits. I know my pitch is good, now if I can just get someone to bite.
A big shout out to my pals Cheryl and Nick on the success of their CBS show, NUMB3RS. Cheryl and Nick have been stalwarts of the Friday night AOL screenwriters chat for years. Just write in a part for Ted Levine already!
But the day wasn't a complete waste, work wise. I'm collaborating on a new spec which we call HAPPILY NEVER AFTER, a twisted romantic comedy about what happens to our favorite fairy tale folk when the honeymoon fades.
Yesterday I finally got a response from a manager on my HOOD, he passed with the universal "wasn't for him". God, I hate that. I wish they'd say it sucked or something concrete. But then today I got two requests for it, so that lifted my spirits. I know my pitch is good, now if I can just get someone to bite.
A big shout out to my pals Cheryl and Nick on the success of their CBS show, NUMB3RS. Cheryl and Nick have been stalwarts of the Friday night AOL screenwriters chat for years. Just write in a part for Ted Levine already!
Sunday, March 13, 2005
SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY
I dyed my hair a new color today: Chocolate Caramel. I got myself soaked but it beats dumping $100 at the hair salon. It got up a thumbs up from the family, so it can't be too bad.
Last night my husband, who's contemplating writing a high brow medieval literary horror script, rented THE SEVENTH SEAL from the library. Boy, talk about a laugh fest. I fell asleep halfway through. So much for my edjumacation.
BUT before Ingmar came on, I watched the premiere of DEADWOOD. I kind of lost interest in it last season after Wild Bill was killed, but seeing Ian McShane win a Golden Globe piqued my interest again. Ian is wonderful in it, but man, the scursing. Did they really curse like that? Bill cringed throughout.
At least today it didn't snow, yay! But cold. Really cold. I used to love the winter but now it's dragging on too long.
I am almost done with the polish on ORACLE so I can return to MADAM MOM. I may have found a collaborater for my action/romance/caper project. I also learned this week that the prodco who's taking my rom com to Oxygen also wants to take it to Lifetime. And I got two more requests for MOTHERHOOD.
Last night my husband, who's contemplating writing a high brow medieval literary horror script, rented THE SEVENTH SEAL from the library. Boy, talk about a laugh fest. I fell asleep halfway through. So much for my edjumacation.
BUT before Ingmar came on, I watched the premiere of DEADWOOD. I kind of lost interest in it last season after Wild Bill was killed, but seeing Ian McShane win a Golden Globe piqued my interest again. Ian is wonderful in it, but man, the scursing. Did they really curse like that? Bill cringed throughout.
At least today it didn't snow, yay! But cold. Really cold. I used to love the winter but now it's dragging on too long.
I am almost done with the polish on ORACLE so I can return to MADAM MOM. I may have found a collaborater for my action/romance/caper project. I also learned this week that the prodco who's taking my rom com to Oxygen also wants to take it to Lifetime. And I got two more requests for MOTHERHOOD.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Enough of Winter
We got blasted with a flash snowstorm yesterday which made commuting treacherous. I was prepared to spend the night at my job since the roads were impassable. I only managed to get my sorry butt home thanks to a coworker who was also trapped and didn't live to far from me.
I'm sick of winter and can't wait for warmer weather. Enough!
Other than that, nothing new to report. My column at Done Deal seems to have hit a chord. The response has been overwhelmingly positive. I've even gotten some fan mail and column suggestions.
I'm working on the final polish of ORACLE after getting some insightful crits, and then it's back to MOM.
I'm sick of winter and can't wait for warmer weather. Enough!
Other than that, nothing new to report. My column at Done Deal seems to have hit a chord. The response has been overwhelmingly positive. I've even gotten some fan mail and column suggestions.
I'm working on the final polish of ORACLE after getting some insightful crits, and then it's back to MOM.
Monday, March 07, 2005
I Am Distraught, I Tell You, Distraught!
I can't eat or sleep. Why did Denise Richards, six months pregnant with their second child, give Charlie Sheen the boot? They're not even going for a separation, it's straight to Divorce Court. Look, it's not as if Denise didn't know what she was getting into, but still. Stephanie says she heard on the radio that Denise caught Charlie in the act, but I haven't had that confirmed. I guess we'll have to wait for the National Enquirer to give us the dirt.
Friday, March 04, 2005
The Lost Week
Here I am, still in my bathrobe, still coughing and sneezing. I made an ill advised attempt to drive myself into work yesterday which ended up in my returning home, sicker than when I left. I guess that's what you get for being such a dedicated employee. At this point, I've decided to write the week off, rest and regroup and hopefully Monday I'll be in semi-normal once more.
On the writing front, I'm going to be writing a monthly column on screenwriting for a very popular screenwriting website. It's called TWO BRADS OR THREE at
http://www.scriptsales.com/Columns/TwoBrads1.html
Take a look and tell me what you think.
On the writing front, I'm going to be writing a monthly column on screenwriting for a very popular screenwriting website. It's called TWO BRADS OR THREE at
http://www.scriptsales.com/Columns/TwoBrads1.html
Take a look and tell me what you think.
Monday, February 28, 2005
Nyquil, Anyone?
Well, it finally got me. I held out as long as I could, but in the end, it got me.
Since December, my home and workplace has resembled General Hospital. First, Stephanie and Heather were felled by an awful stomach flu, then Adrienne got it the same night Heather was rushed to the hospital with acute appendicitis. Then Adrienne got this sinus infection that won't quit.
At work it was no better, a breeding ground for germs and bacteria. The flu, stomach virus, gripped, cold, kidney stones, you name it. Everyone around me was hacking, coughing, braying, barely breathing, but still coming to work to spread their infections. While everyone was crumbling around me, I managed to stay strong.
Then Tim (Heather's live-in boyfriend), got a nasty, monster cold, which he soon passed on to Heather. Heather gave it to my mother, who then, generously, shared the wealth with me, and for the past three days I've been a walking zombie.
I tried to doll myself up for the Oscars, I really did, as I didn't want to disappoint my legion of fans, but I just couldn't put on enough make-up to mask my ghastly pallor. So I sent Hilary Swank in my stead.
While I coughed, sneezed and wheezed, I managed to stay up until the bitter end. While Chris Rock got in a few zingers, I thought the show was dull and plodding. Beyonce was beyond awful. She mangled the French song so badly that the French are now demanding the return of the Statue of Liberty. I was overjoyed that the Spanish song won, even though Antonio looked like a wet oil rag. And just what in the hell has Melanie Griffith done to herself?
I wanted Glamour, and all I got was Scarlet, a cadaver in black. Where were all the old time stars? Elizabeth Taylor, Lauren Bacall, Paul Newman, Jack Nicholson? Maybe they were home in bed, reaching for the Kleenex.
Thank God Charlize changed her hairdo/color. She must have gotten a look at herself from the Golden Globes.
Does Star Jones have it written into her contract that she can only be shown from one profile? I swear, every time she greeted a "star", she made sure never to change her position. Who does she think she is, Barrymore? And boy, was I impressed by how she got in a plug for her Payless sandals.
In other developments, I guess no news is good news. I'm plugging away on my new spec MADAM MOM, and still biting my fingernails over THERE GOES THE MOTHERHOOD.
Say, Hilary, now that we're such great pals, boy, do I have a role for you...
Since December, my home and workplace has resembled General Hospital. First, Stephanie and Heather were felled by an awful stomach flu, then Adrienne got it the same night Heather was rushed to the hospital with acute appendicitis. Then Adrienne got this sinus infection that won't quit.
At work it was no better, a breeding ground for germs and bacteria. The flu, stomach virus, gripped, cold, kidney stones, you name it. Everyone around me was hacking, coughing, braying, barely breathing, but still coming to work to spread their infections. While everyone was crumbling around me, I managed to stay strong.
Then Tim (Heather's live-in boyfriend), got a nasty, monster cold, which he soon passed on to Heather. Heather gave it to my mother, who then, generously, shared the wealth with me, and for the past three days I've been a walking zombie.
I tried to doll myself up for the Oscars, I really did, as I didn't want to disappoint my legion of fans, but I just couldn't put on enough make-up to mask my ghastly pallor. So I sent Hilary Swank in my stead.
While I coughed, sneezed and wheezed, I managed to stay up until the bitter end. While Chris Rock got in a few zingers, I thought the show was dull and plodding. Beyonce was beyond awful. She mangled the French song so badly that the French are now demanding the return of the Statue of Liberty. I was overjoyed that the Spanish song won, even though Antonio looked like a wet oil rag. And just what in the hell has Melanie Griffith done to herself?
I wanted Glamour, and all I got was Scarlet, a cadaver in black. Where were all the old time stars? Elizabeth Taylor, Lauren Bacall, Paul Newman, Jack Nicholson? Maybe they were home in bed, reaching for the Kleenex.
Thank God Charlize changed her hairdo/color. She must have gotten a look at herself from the Golden Globes.
Does Star Jones have it written into her contract that she can only be shown from one profile? I swear, every time she greeted a "star", she made sure never to change her position. Who does she think she is, Barrymore? And boy, was I impressed by how she got in a plug for her Payless sandals.
In other developments, I guess no news is good news. I'm plugging away on my new spec MADAM MOM, and still biting my fingernails over THERE GOES THE MOTHERHOOD.
Say, Hilary, now that we're such great pals, boy, do I have a role for you...
Monday, February 21, 2005
Full House
So we survived the weekend, only to have snowstorm blanket the area on Monday (a nuisance more than anything else). A good time was had by all if one judges by the amount of chocolate chip cookies I made.
Tim and Nick and Adrienne and Heather went out to a local club that was hosting a "circus night" (this place also boasts a mechanical bull), and they got free drinks for an hour. Also, Stephanie got her belly button pierced, and my Mother announced that she's going to get a tattoo when she has some extra money. It could be worse, at least she doesn't want her tongue pierced.
Tim and Nick and Adrienne and Heather went out to a local club that was hosting a "circus night" (this place also boasts a mechanical bull), and they got free drinks for an hour. Also, Stephanie got her belly button pierced, and my Mother announced that she's going to get a tattoo when she has some extra money. It could be worse, at least she doesn't want her tongue pierced.
Friday, February 18, 2005
TGIF
It's been a looooong week. But it's sunny out (albeit) cold, and tomorrow Adrienne and Nick are coming for the weekend. YAY! So we'll have a full house. And Monday is Stephanie's birthday, so this means that I have to take her to the local tattoo parlor and get her belly button pierced (this was a compromise. Better than a tongue ring or an eyebrow piercing).
Work wise, I finished my polish of THE ORACLE OF ORCHARD STREET, but before I send it off into the cruel world, I'm waiting for feedback from my trusted inner circle.
Still no word on THERE GOES THE MOTHERHOOD....has it fallen into some Hollywood black hole? Maybe the script isn't as good as I thought it was.
Work wise, I finished my polish of THE ORACLE OF ORCHARD STREET, but before I send it off into the cruel world, I'm waiting for feedback from my trusted inner circle.
Still no word on THERE GOES THE MOTHERHOOD....has it fallen into some Hollywood black hole? Maybe the script isn't as good as I thought it was.
Saturday, February 12, 2005
Whew!
Been as busy as a three armed bandit. Got the pitch agreement from the production company and now they want a logline and synopsis for the romantic comedy, which meant that I had to go back and re-read the script to refresh my memory. God, it does have some really funny lines which I'd forgotten about.
"If you showed any more cleaveage, you'd have to carry your boobs on a silver platter."
"Being handcuffed makes me famished."
"I choked on a hot dog at Yankee Stadium."
"This is a wedding, not a Memorial Day parade."
In other news, I sent MOTHERHOOD off on a wing and a prayer and once I get the synop done, want to get back to refreshing my other rom com THE ORACLE OF ORCHARD STREET. Today I also thought of another killer high concept comedy (three in fact) but I ain't gonna tell ya cos as Larry Brody of TV Writer.com warns, "there are thieves among us."
I'm overjoyed that Bush's Faith Based Magical Mystery Social Insecurity Tour is going down in flames and that his approval ratings are slip sliding away, down, down, down.
Heather dyed her hair caramel brown (looks good, it brings out the blue in her baby blues). As my own Valentine's Day present to myself, I went to the hair salon and got a new do (my mother doesn't like it, she wants it short and I want it long) and I made brownies. I'm just a regular Wonder Woman.
And Adrienne, if you read this, meow meow.
"If you showed any more cleaveage, you'd have to carry your boobs on a silver platter."
"Being handcuffed makes me famished."
"I choked on a hot dog at Yankee Stadium."
"This is a wedding, not a Memorial Day parade."
In other news, I sent MOTHERHOOD off on a wing and a prayer and once I get the synop done, want to get back to refreshing my other rom com THE ORACLE OF ORCHARD STREET. Today I also thought of another killer high concept comedy (three in fact) but I ain't gonna tell ya cos as Larry Brody of TV Writer.com warns, "there are thieves among us."
I'm overjoyed that Bush's Faith Based Magical Mystery Social Insecurity Tour is going down in flames and that his approval ratings are slip sliding away, down, down, down.
Heather dyed her hair caramel brown (looks good, it brings out the blue in her baby blues). As my own Valentine's Day present to myself, I went to the hair salon and got a new do (my mother doesn't like it, she wants it short and I want it long) and I made brownies. I'm just a regular Wonder Woman.
And Adrienne, if you read this, meow meow.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Some Good News For A Change
On the career front, a prodco wants to pitch my romantic comedy FRENCH TWIST to the Oxygen network (Oprah). I also have another rom-com, THE ORACLE OF ORCHARD STREET, that they've agreed to read.
And my e-mail campaign (thanks Steve) has garnered several nibbles on THERE GOES THE MOTHERHOOD. Course, there were some fools who failed to recognize my brilliance and didn't bother to reply at all. Shame on them!
Heather has an interview for a "Beauty Advisor" at Macy's tomorrow. Since she spends a small fortune on cosmetics, this should be interesting.
There is also what I hope will turn out be a vile and vicious rumour going around that my beloved Austin gets the boot from Project Runway this week (gnashing of teeth, pulling of hair).
And my e-mail campaign (thanks Steve) has garnered several nibbles on THERE GOES THE MOTHERHOOD. Course, there were some fools who failed to recognize my brilliance and didn't bother to reply at all. Shame on them!
Heather has an interview for a "Beauty Advisor" at Macy's tomorrow. Since she spends a small fortune on cosmetics, this should be interesting.
There is also what I hope will turn out be a vile and vicious rumour going around that my beloved Austin gets the boot from Project Runway this week (gnashing of teeth, pulling of hair).
Sunday, February 06, 2005
Super Nothing
Hated the pre-pre-pre-game festivies (Kelly Clarkson sucked, John Fogery rocked), and I REALLY dislike how the NFL turns the game into a crass, flag waving super show.
I'm rooting for the Patriots due to Adrienne being in Boston, but they haven't played very well. Neither has the Eagles.
In other news, Heather is leaning towards taking a leave of absence (which is prolly not a bad idea since she's so undecided on what she wants to do), and I made great strides on my new spec AND I shot off two killer script ideas to Robert Kosberg, the self-proclaimed King of Pitches. Let's see if he bites.
I'm rooting for the Patriots due to Adrienne being in Boston, but they haven't played very well. Neither has the Eagles.
In other news, Heather is leaning towards taking a leave of absence (which is prolly not a bad idea since she's so undecided on what she wants to do), and I made great strides on my new spec AND I shot off two killer script ideas to Robert Kosberg, the self-proclaimed King of Pitches. Let's see if he bites.
Saturday, February 05, 2005
My Life Is A Reality Show
Daughter #2 (Heather) finally has the money to buy her college textbooks but now she's not sure if she wants to go or take a leave for the semester. This is her third college and she changes her major like underwear. I know one day she'll figure it out, but by then my mind will be a drooling mess.
I'm working on several scripts right now but am going to put pedal to the metal on my WEDDING script since the logline garnered a legit bite this week. I always do that, open my big fat yap before the script is finished (I'm on page 64).
I'm working on several scripts right now but am going to put pedal to the metal on my WEDDING script since the logline garnered a legit bite this week. I always do that, open my big fat yap before the script is finished (I'm on page 64).
Thursday, February 03, 2005
We Love Austin on Project Runway
Stephanie and I are hooked on Project Runway on Bravo. We love Austin, he's the cutest thing in an ascot we've ever seen. He should win every week (we're not counting that horrid wedding dress fiasco).
Heidi Klum is certainly a beautiful woman, but personality wise, she comes off as dull as clay (maybe that's why she's a great model).
We knew early on that Austin, Jay and Kari were going to be the designers to beat. However it turns out, they're going to have wonderful careers.
However, Wendy should have gotten the boot last night, not Robert!!
Heidi Klum is certainly a beautiful woman, but personality wise, she comes off as dull as clay (maybe that's why she's a great model).
We knew early on that Austin, Jay and Kari were going to be the designers to beat. However it turns out, they're going to have wonderful careers.
However, Wendy should have gotten the boot last night, not Robert!!
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