NYC film festival at the Harn

Verra, verra cool. Love that city so much, and this was a showcase of independent woman filmmakers with shorts from the early 1920's to as modern as 1999, all featuring New York City. Skyscraper! was especially cool, to think that it took only eighteen months and this was in the 1930's! The construction workers walking on nothing but steel beams hundreds of feet in the air without harnesses made me acrophobic where my own little feet were firmly planted to the ground in the theater.

*car trauma, would rather not talk about it*

And then Denny's! It's within walking distance and caters to us happily at all hours of the night. I got existential while depressed though, let's try not to do that again. Apparently, my truth system needs tweaking, as I singlehandedly managed to debunk one of my own core assumptions today. There was suddenly a crisis that nothing but the sunrise and death were certain, but indeed, there is hope for daily living as Miranda pointed out the goodness of coffee and the utter adorability of Orlando Bloom, so things are pretty okay now. We were in there for three hours. The wait staff kept us in bad coffee and creamer though, good souls that they are.

communication is the new black

If someone ever has a problem with something I am doing, for whatever reason - she disagrees with it fundamentally, it frightens her, it makes her uncomfortable or it stands to change how she sees me in some way - then I hope that she'll firstly hear me out, and secondly, ask me why? instead of simply passing judgment. Maybe I don't like this thing about myself either and am as disconcerted by it as she is; maybe I wasn't even aware of it; or maybe, just maybe, it means something entirely different to me than it does to this other person and that I'm not practically radioactive - as a matter of fact, I could be so outrageously normal that it's gotta find some more outrageous way to compensate for itself.

In conclusion? Don't be afraid to ask questions like RJ or call people out like Jon. Also, tact should be a class. Taught by qualified professionals like Miranda. Who has more class than a whole lot "" of other people put together.

Sigh. It's just that there's usually a reason and extending a little compassion instead of making fun or rolling eyes can make all the difference in the world.

"Squeezeage" indeed.

So, just a day after I idly suggest that JC collaborate with Kylie Minogue (think of the music videos!), my friendslist is plastered with pictures of Justin gropin' and grinin' all up on her.

Heh. He could do worse for indulging his penchant for "junk in the trunk." I hear Kylie's derriere is something of a national treasure in Britain.

I'm telling you people, on fi-yah here. Rub while the gettin's good.

Heh. Fancy that.

Noonish: Signed myself up for the Joey challenge.

Two lines of lyric and a theme.

Fourish: Three pages (size eight Tahoma font, half-inch margins) of ideas, planning conversation, and most shocking of all, plot.

Like, a real story. That goes for longer than a scene. That's going to have plotty things happen. Alternative Reality, what would happen if Chris had never had the idea to form the group, Joey and Lance-centric but I've managed to work two of the other guys in as participants, too. It's threatening to be massive and achey and I'm hella ecstatic but also a bit scared. Trepidation that there's this cool idea that I'm not entirely sure I can do justice to.

Got until April 19th, anyway.