oh life is just a bowl of cherries
Jul. 26th, 2004 04:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tommygirlFor the record, Mondays should not be workdays. I thinks it's wrong and something to be avoided at all costs. When I rule the world, this will be one of my top priorities--along with getting stupid people put on an island, making Ben Affleck, Orlando Bloom, and Johnny Depp my love slaves who are forced to prance around in very little clothing (if any), and putting stricter requirements on those who can drive (like if I like you, you can drive...).
I have way too much to do this week and not enough time, I fear, to do it in. Yes, cry me a river.
{/ends rant}
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So due to many friends who still go to the annual Nsync event, I'm feeling particulary Nsync-ified. I might just finish that chapter tonight if Justin will let me and stop being the wee girl he has a tendency to be when I write him.
It also makes me a tad nostalgic and I want to pull out all my photos from the many years of obsessive Nsync love that I had. That's right. I was crazed. Since before the Disney concert because it had JC from MMC and how do you go wrong with that? Heh. I fear, with all the stories I've collected throughout my time as an Nsync fan, I could write a memoir of just those experiences. Sort of like the book Bye, Bye, Bye (total coincidence, I swear) about this girl's time of her life as a Bay City Roller's groupie.
Is that my future?
**
Went to this very long focus group on two television shows and it:
1) explained why I hate most television so much these days.
2) gave me hope. Because these two shows not only got optioned, but greenlighted at some point. somewhere along the way, actors agreed to play these roles and someone was willing to direct it. So if this crap can get made, surely my stuff will one day be recognized as brilliant. Or at the very least, optioned. (And no longer will the words "but it needs more tits" be uttered at me regarding spec scripts or the likes)
And this leads me to Entourage the new HBO show from Marky Mark ("feel it, feel it..."), which is so frighteningly accurate a portrayal of things that I want to curl up in a ball and die. Though most of the assistants of agents that I know tend not to get asked out by It actors or their managers. That seems more fanfiction-esque than anything.
This is the world I hope to live out the rest of my days in, people. How crazy does that make me? I mean, I've already accepted that my soul will be sucked out one day and that people like Jeremy Piven's character are my future, but...
Ain't life grand?
**
Still working on the remaining requests for drabbles/ficlets and a few other things. Time has this way of escaping me and since today is the first day my wrists have been okay enough for me to drive--I've got tons of errands to run.
So...enough blathering. I'm out.
I have way too much to do this week and not enough time, I fear, to do it in. Yes, cry me a river.
{/ends rant}
**
So due to many friends who still go to the annual Nsync event, I'm feeling particulary Nsync-ified. I might just finish that chapter tonight if Justin will let me and stop being the wee girl he has a tendency to be when I write him.
It also makes me a tad nostalgic and I want to pull out all my photos from the many years of obsessive Nsync love that I had. That's right. I was crazed. Since before the Disney concert because it had JC from MMC and how do you go wrong with that? Heh. I fear, with all the stories I've collected throughout my time as an Nsync fan, I could write a memoir of just those experiences. Sort of like the book Bye, Bye, Bye (total coincidence, I swear) about this girl's time of her life as a Bay City Roller's groupie.
Is that my future?
**
Went to this very long focus group on two television shows and it:
1) explained why I hate most television so much these days.
2) gave me hope. Because these two shows not only got optioned, but greenlighted at some point. somewhere along the way, actors agreed to play these roles and someone was willing to direct it. So if this crap can get made, surely my stuff will one day be recognized as brilliant. Or at the very least, optioned. (And no longer will the words "but it needs more tits" be uttered at me regarding spec scripts or the likes)
And this leads me to Entourage the new HBO show from Marky Mark ("feel it, feel it..."), which is so frighteningly accurate a portrayal of things that I want to curl up in a ball and die. Though most of the assistants of agents that I know tend not to get asked out by It actors or their managers. That seems more fanfiction-esque than anything.
This is the world I hope to live out the rest of my days in, people. How crazy does that make me? I mean, I've already accepted that my soul will be sucked out one day and that people like Jeremy Piven's character are my future, but...
Ain't life grand?
**
Still working on the remaining requests for drabbles/ficlets and a few other things. Time has this way of escaping me and since today is the first day my wrists have been okay enough for me to drive--I've got tons of errands to run.
So...enough blathering. I'm out.
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Date: 2004-07-26 07:41 pm (UTC)So, just how bad were these future TV shows?
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Date: 2004-07-27 07:58 am (UTC)The other one was some show from the nineties called "The City" with Valerie Harper. It wasn't funny. I thought sitcoms were supposed to be funny? Oh well.
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Date: 2004-07-27 11:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-27 12:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-27 01:13 pm (UTC)Nsync is a sickness...an incurable one that comes back at different times. You think you're over it, but nope. Relapse because JC cuts his hair and gets hot again. Heh.