Sep. 22nd, 2003

I feel like hell. Sinus-y, puffy face, getting sick, hell.

I have sent in my headshot and resume to work at Jekyll & Hyde and I would really really like for that to happen.

I am doing short film stuff tomorrow. This is good. Even if I feel feh-y.

Auditions, auditions auditions auditions, as ever. I am starting to understand why people can only take so much of this. But I am stubborn, and that is good too.

Kat cracked me up last night while we were watching the Emmys by saying "cheese is the prayer" a lot. You had to be there.

Dear Gary Shandling,
You're not funny.

Dear Everyone,
Curb Your Enthusiasm? Extremely not funny.

Dear Emmy planning committee,
Eight hosts that suck is worse than one host who sucks.

Dear Media Folks in the Press Room,
Wow. More banal than I could have possibly imagined. Go you.

Dear Female Emmy Guests,
Your clothes were awful _and_ boring.

Dear Male Emmy Guests,
1. Just because many people are now wearing tuxes with non-bowties, doesn't mean you can just wear a suit and get away with it.
2. Make sure you're wearing the right type of shirt collar for your tie. Many of you weren't.
3. You're not obligated to say something witty about homosexuality just beause you fear a revolution might be at hand. So, how about if you have nothing witty to say, you shut up, stop trying so hard and just present the damn awards.
4. Furry hats are not acceptable formalwear.

Dear James Gandolfini,
What did your lapel pin say?

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