Tom and I got married on October 10th, 2008. Since we were racing to beat the clock before the election, we did a small wedding ceremony at the Van Nuys Courthouse in Los Angeles. The reception was the following day at our friend's Susan's apartment in our building.
I am waiting to get pictures from my friends of the actual ceremony. Enclosed are pictures before the wedding and then at the reception. Enjoy!
I'm a bit slow on the pick up when it comes to "new" or "hip" music. I like what I like, and that's about it. One song that has been haunting me lately, and I mean, HAUNTING, is "Heads Will Roll" by The Yeah Yeah Yeahs. It's got a great driving beat with some pretty awesomely menacing lyrics.
It's from a performance from Jools Holland's show on BBC. As you can imagine, I put the latest Yeah Yeah Yeahs CD on my wish list. So good...
Carrie Prejean, the former Miss California USA, is on a tour publicizing her new book, Still Standing. [No, I'm not linking to it. -ed.] You may have heard that she was suing the Miss USA pageant for wrongful termination. Prejean claims it was for her bone-headed statement regarding gay marriage while the Miss USA organization said she wasn't showing up for work. So, when Miss Prejean met with the reps from the Miss USA people about settling her $1 million suit, they played their trump card: her sex tape. And because of her little one-woman show, she settled.
Back to her tour. After hitting up the Today Show and The View, she appeared on Larry King's show. And she took umbrage to Larry King asking her questions about the sex tape. So, she acted in as professional manner as she could... which means she was highly, highly unprofessional. Take a gander:
I seriously doubt that the reason why Miss Ladyfingers (tm Joe.My.God) settled is considered "confidential". And to take her mic off just as a gay man called in to ask her a question is also total bullshit. If you can't handle questions from Larry King, then you really, really have a problem.
Prejean's book is supposedly about the 1st Amendment, and how she was "attacked for saying her beliefs." Lemme explain something about the 1st Amendment: I have the right to my opinion, and you have the right to voice your opinion on my opinion. That's how an open society works. It's call free discourse. Yes, you can say whatever you want, but you are also held accountable for what you say. That's also part of being an adult.
Acting like a spoiled brat on national television is not "appropriate". Being routinely curt and pissy with a host on a TV show that you are using to hawk your damn book is so not "appropriate". Turning off your mic while you are on camera is also not "appropriate". So, Miss Prejean, it's time to put the web camera down and pick up a dictionary. 'Cause your behavior -- not Larry King's -- is inappropriate.
And now, a blog post in bullet form 'cause frankly, there's not enough going on right now to justify a full post on one subject. So, enjoy the melange:
I've fallen into a good rhythm with work. The show is progressing well, and some of the new peeps in the Story department are pretty great. We all get along, and the company is treating us well. So, not much to report here.
Halloween was fun. We actually had trick-or-treaters this year, which is a rarity since (1) we live on a very steep hill, (2) which isn't very well lit and (3) we live in an apartment building. So, with some friends, we set up a table, put up some decorations, and handed out candy. By doing this, we ended up meeting some new neighbors, and hung out with them that night. We watched Scream and played Rock Band 'til about 2am. Pretty fun.
I've been on a bit of a Muse kick lately. I'm currently hooked on their latest single, Undisclosed Desires. Here's the video:
I hope everyone is having a great Halloween. In honor of one of my most favorite of holidays, please enjoy a scene of mayhem and brutality from one of my favorite scary movies, The Birds.
One of the great reasons why The Birds works so well is that Hitchcock offers no explanation as to why the birds attack. Since we can't figure out why, that makes it all the more scary. Here's one more scene, showing how doing something simply can make things all the more scary.
Back in 1991, PBS here in the U.S. played the BBC miniseries House of Cards. For the uninitiated, House of Cards is a political satire about a highly duplicitous Member of Parliament who lies, cheats, blackmails and kills his way to success. All the while, he's talking to the camera, taking us in his confidence. He's just to the right of Margaret Thatcher and also highly, highly evil... and we root for him. Why? 'Cause he's charming and smart, and way smarter than the other people he's stepping on as he climbs the ladder. And his name is Francis Urquhart. I mean, his initials are F.U., for cry eye. Here's a taste of Francis sizing up the competition at the Conservative convention:
The thing is... he's right. Those guys are dopey and dull and here is F.U., witty, urbane, and right. Even though he's very, very wrong. Played to perfection by Ian Richardson, F.U. is Richard III and Iago, swathed in the charm of Oscar Wilde. It's a brilliant character, and House of Cards (and its two sequels, To Play The King and The Final Cut) is fantastic television, and easily among the best miniseries ever done.
So, you can imagine my horror last week when I found out that the man tapped to do the American version of this wonderful show was Benjamin Button auteur David Fincher. Now, as you know, I hated Benjamin Button with a pretty intense passion. The last thing I want to have happen is Fincher to get "artsy" with this and "put his fingerprints all over it." His work tends to be bloated, sluggish, and rather self-important. I hated Alien 3, thought Panic Room was okay, Fight Club is WAY overrated (IKEA is the root of all evil? Don't think so.), and... okay, fine, Se7en is a good movie, you got me there. The only projects on David Fincher's resume I do like are his videos for Madonna (especially Vogue). House of Cards is ripe for a remake, especially considering the state of politics here in the US, but David Fincher? Seriously? Sigh. I'm not thrilled about this... at all.
I've been back at work for the past week and a half now on season 2 of Is She Really Going Out With Him? Funny how things coincide: I started up work and what else starts up in earnest? Auditions. True, auditions did perk up the week before I started back on the show, but it's just funny how life goes from full stop to full go. The job is great and I've been doing well on the auditions. I always tend to do well when I'm busy. I do believe I'm built for handling several things at once, on being on a deadline, on having to get things done. I always tend to do poorly when I have time to second guess myself, to let things sit and fester. Maybe that's why I enjoy improvisation; the whole point of it is to access one's creativity without editing oneself. If I have to deliver on something -- an audition in an hour, a rough cut to the network -- I just sit down and do it. I don't have time to indulge my evil invisible Parrot, I just need to get it done.
Even though I'm pretty tired as I'm writing this (the hour-plus commute time will do that to you), I am feeling well. I'm back in the swing of thing. Time off is good, time off is needed, time off is a must. But time on, however, is fantastic.
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