Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Voting Day

To start, some political posturing:

Californians, remember to vote NO on Proposition 8!
Everyone else, get out there and vote for OBAMA/BIDEN!





Today I voted in my first California election, which also happened to be my second presidential election. In my first presidential election, things didn't go my way... but with any luck this time around the outcome will be more favourable.

Vicki, Monica and I hit the polls around 10:00 a.m., which means we managed to avoid the massive lines being reported at polling places across the country. Apparently there were lines around the block during the pre-work rush, and I'm sure there will be again during the lunch hour and after work lets out at 5:00 p.m.

I'll admit to having a bit of a nervous rush when the time came to actually punch my ballot. Before every vote, I triple-checked that I was punching the right circle so that I wouldn't inadvertently cast my lot with the Libertarian party. But all turned out well, as far as I can tell. My ballot's been submitted, my vote officially cast for Barack Obama, and I have a snazzy little "I voted" sticker that will supposedly get me free coffee and ice cream. Now all that's left is to watch the news and hope.

Please get out and vote today! If you have an opinion, make your voice heard. The rest of us in this country would really appreciate it. :-)

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

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I just spent 45 minutes writing a very insightful post about gender inequality in Hollywood. So, naturally, Internet Explorer hit a snag and deleted the entire thing.

...damn it.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Firsts

Wednesday was my first day working at the ArcLight movie theatre on a part-time basis (free movie passes + health insurance; what's not to love?). And last night marked another LA milestone: My first official celebrity sighting. It occurred last night while I was with a group of fellow trainees, going over the basics of ushering. Then one girl surreptitiously pointed out that there was a "person of note" standing over by the Guest Services desk.

Who was my first celeb sighting, you ask? Gene Simmons, of KISS fame.

In other news, my feet/legs hate me for taking a part-time job that had me standing 6-8 hours a day, five days in a row this week. Fortunately today was the last day of training, and five shifts in a row during one week isn't the norm. I'm definitely looking forward to using my movie privileges to keep myself a bit more up-to-date on current releases than I've been doing recently.

Now, time to crash.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Overheard: Awkward Date

Here's an excellent example of what not to do when on a first date. The two people in question didn't seem to know each other prior to the date, so I'm guessing they met online. The following conversation happened towards the end of the date.

Guy: So, I don't have a lot of time to waste on dating. I've got a really hard, important job and sometimes it takes me two hours to drive home. So I don't have a lot of time. I'm sure you don't either.
Girl: Uh...
Guy: Sometimes people can tell right away if they're interested. So I'm wondering if you're interested. I mean, you know, a lot of times you can tell right away when you meet someone whether or not there's chemistry between you. And if there's not, that's OK. That happens, you know? When you're dating sometimes you just aren't interested. But you can usually tell pretty fast. So I'm wondering if you can tell if you're interested in me? Because I'm sure neither of us want to waste time.
Girl: Well, it's kind of hard to make an absolute decision right away.
Guy: OK. Well then forget about chemistry. Do you want to see me again?
Girl: Sure.
Guy: Oh! Oh, that's great. Then we both had a good time on this date. That's amazing. I mean, I'm really picky. And I'm sure you're really picky too. So that's really something. Are you nervous?
Girl: What?
Guy: Were you nervous, coming on this date?
Girl: Not really. I was still pretty tired, actually.
Guy: Oh. Oh, OK. So after you had your coffee were you nervous?
Girl: Um... not really.
Guy: Wow, this is great. I've had a really great time with you.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

The Los Angeles County Fair

On Saturday night, I had the opportunity to pay a visit to the Los Angeles County Fair with Celeste and several other Emerson alumni. Yeah, that's right... L.A. has a county fair. I was surprised too.

All in all, it reminded me a lot of the Puyallup Fair in Washington... lots of unhealthy fair food, barns full of prize-winning livestock, the Budweiser Clydesdales, game booths with ridiculous prizes and shouting carnies, etc. But, lest we forget that we were in L.A., there was a plethora of uber-tan girls tottering through the hay in stiletto heels and miniskirts. Fools.

We were all mightily dismayed to discover just how much it cost to enjoy the rides and games (six tickets for the Merry-Go-Round? Seriously?) and, according to those who've been in the area longer than two weeks, the costs had gone up significantly since last year. But we sucked it up so that we could partake in carnival classics like the fun house, a gigantic slide, and various games we didn't win. Except for Jared, who was the proud recipient of a stuffed turtle.

The highlight of the evening, though, came when we approached the booth that boasted it was "totally fried." And, boy, was it ever. Deep fried avocado, spam, White Castle cheeseburgers, Pop Tarts, Twinkies, and Oreos hung out alongside the more traditional fare. Everyone ordered something different so that we could sample as many heart-attack-inducing delicacies as possible, though I skipped out on the meaty bits for obvious reasons. Apparently this was for the best anyway, since the general consensus was that the fried White Castle burger was the nastiest thing ever to come out of a deep fryer. And that was including the deep fried Krispy Kreme chicken/jelly donut that was apparently on the menu last year. Yes, you read that correctly. Chicken inside a jelly-filled donut. Deep fried. Huh, wonder why that didn't make the cut this year? Sounds amazing... :-P At any rate, the Oreos won the taste test hands down. Yummy.

The night ended with a round of wine tasting for the womenfolk and beer tasting for the men. This ended our evening on a definitively high note, as our "bartender" was pretty easy on the eyes and more than happy to oblige us with the occasional free glass of something-or-other. We had an unusually large array of dessert wines, which was driving my taste buds kind of crazy by the end. Too. Much. Sugar. Tons of fun, though.

Oh, and on a completely unrelated note... last week I was taken along to the ArcLight Cinema, which is pretty much the coolest movie theatre ever. It's got a cafe/bar, really nice theatres, and assigned seating. Crazy! But awesome.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

My brain is broken.

Last night I dreamt that my roommates and I had two dogs instead of cats. They were both Boxers; one was fully grown and the other was a little puppy. Then the big Boxer ate the little Boxer. We tried to stop him, but there was nothing we could do. Afterward, everyone was vaguely bummed about it... but no one seemed as horrified as the situation really deserved.

Then I had another dream in which a hedgehog was giving birth to multiple baby hedgehogs. One of the baby hedgehogs tried to crawl back inside the mother, and she consequently bled to death.

...what is going on with my subconscious?????

Monday, September 8, 2008

Daring-Do at the DMV

Today I figured I'd make my move to Los Angeles even more official and took a little trip to the Department of Motor Vehicles to get myself a California driver's license and plates. I made myself an appointment through their website (something that was highly recommended by numerous sources) and, even so, it took me almost three hours to complete the entire process.

First I had to get my car "verified." I have no idea what that means... apparently they need to make sure that it is, in fact, a car? I just don't know. All I could tell was that it consisted of approximately half an hour sitting in the "verification" lane outside while no one came to do anything. Finally someone showed up, looked my car over, wrote down my VIN and other assorted info, and sent me back inside. Woohoo.

Then came the actual application and, after that, a written test. At least they didn't make me take an actual driving test; that would have just driven me crazy. Even the written test was a little annoying. It's been a while since I took driver's ed, after all.

Fortunately I knew most of the answers, except for a couple on which I totally guessed blindly (is smoking in a car that contains a passenger under the age of 18 illegal in California? Anyone?). Of course, it took approximately an eternity to learn that I'd passed, because the guy running the testing room wasn't the most efficient guy in the world. He spent a good 10 minutes trying to set up a cassette tape for a guy who needed to take an audio version of the test--A cassette tape?? Seriously? What decade is this?--while the player kept making noises that sounded very much like it was slowly consuming the tape. Once he'd figured it out, he then turned to the guy who'd approached the table after me and checked his test. The guy had failed. But he and his very vocal friend did their best to convince the DMV guy otherwise.

DMV GUY
I'm sorry. You didn't pass.

FRIEND
No. He passed. Check it again.

(PRISSY TEENAGE GIRL wanders in and completely bypasses the long and obvious line of people waiting at the counter.)

PRISSY TEENAGE GIRL
Excuse me. I need a test. Do I have to wait in line?

DMV GUY
(to GIRL)
Yes.
(to the MAN and his FRIEND)
He missed 14.

FRIEND
He passed.

DMV GUY
That's too many. This is the third time he's failed.

MAN
Second.

DMV GUY
According to our records, it's the third. See?

FRIEND
Those records are wrong.


It went on like this for a ridiculously long time until a different DMV guy came to check my written test, punch a hole through my Washington license and give me a temporary California license to hang on to until my real license shows up in a couple of weeks. So now my little purple hatchback has California plates and soon enough I'll have a California license. I have to say that I won't particularly miss that ridiculous vertical license that I had from Washington. It always really irked me that I was in that first batch of people for whom our first licenses expired when we turned twenty, so I was stuck with the "under 21" license until age 25. Bartenders always found it rather amusing.