Clearly in my obsession for all things entertainment, I will hit imdb at least once a day. I mean, ever since high school it's been one of my favourite sites, and I think that you say when it becomes both a verb and noun in everyone's vocabulary and a tool to solve childish debates between friends: "No way. I'm going to totally imdb that shit!" Then you can safely say that it's an awesome place.
Of course there isn't just imdb but IMDB Pro. A paid monthly or annual site where you can find out the extra stuff - such as stars and pretty much everyone's contact information. Clearly not like their home address but their publicist's, talent managers...pretty much anyone surrounding them as a buffer. Clearly us civilians really have no need to be paying for that information. I mean, really.
Except for an assignment I had for a class this semester where I had to do tons of calling to these people to try and secure an interview or a quote. You get a free two week period that I've clearly passed now, and I 'm not even quite sure how to quit the service.
With the extra time on my hands, scratch that, replace with my procrastination time, idle time, time I spend on imdb I start to wonder specifically which publicist might be Reese Witherspoon's or more specifically my celebrity obsession at the moment: Matt Cohen. I mean we're talking past words how fucking hot he is. Not necessarily the best actor, but it's hard to tell with some of the lines he's given, but then I saw him as a small role on The OC and it actually might be him. Any-way. I digress.
I was curious about who his contact agents were and I saw that it was a smaller firm (quelle fucking suprise on that one), and it gave me ideas. Spedifically that I could totally call his agent to request an interview for a bogus paper for this class. Not good.
IMDB pro is defiitely not giving me any good ideas.
Most importantly: not helping me get my work done.
Monday, May 08, 2006
Friday, May 05, 2006
check that off my list!
Just in case the puppy pictures were beguiling and making you think this blog has changed to a family friendly (I kind of hate those two words together) little place with no debauchery. You would be wrong. I mean, this is still the place where I've pretty much written an ode to strippers.
I know, I know. On with the debauchery.
So, one of the last times I hung out with Killer & Drummer, Drummer mentioned how she had been at the most recent Drag King show and blah dee fucking blah. I realized I hadn't been to a King show in a really fucking long time. Mostly because they're at an inopportune time (Wednesday nights? Really? Really?) and you know, finding willing participants. No one wants to go to a King show by themselves, and the fact that they only occur monthly at this particular location. I mean an event that never starts punctually, so it really starts closer to 11 and in the middle of the fucking week? As a grad student this pretty much means the event is out during the semester. Luckily it's the end of the semester.
Clearly this would normally mean it would have been out of the fucking question you fucking jackhole! but luckily I've dug my head in the sand and think that with one assignment left, and due on Tuesday that all is good. Especially when my professor, who at the beginning of the semester said he was 'fucking petty' (twice. And whilst looking directly at me essentially both times. Winning this man over, to ambivalence, was a feat of itself. I mean, really, you complain about the reading you need to do for your introductory class in front of the professor because you don't know he's the professor because they've had to hire outside the department, and suddenly you're the bad student. Reading. For. The. Introductory. Class. In five words explains my outrage.) was just like, make edits to the rough versions you've done and staple it. Yeah. Thanks for that motivational speech bub. Since I've finished the work for my other class I've essentially been gliding since that final. Fuck. Me. Well, that might be a poor choice of words. But. That'd be jumping ahead.
So in my extreme procrastination point last week, I was all, 'Hey. I bet there is a King show coming up soon.' (Okay, I knew there was one. I mean they're on the first Wednesday of each month. Kind of hard to miss that. But we're talking procrastination tactics and I need to even try and convince myself.) So, long story short(er), I mention the big ole fundraising theme and kind of convince them to go. Despite my not officially being done. But then? Who knew I'd be feeling like death warmed over the next day. Or at least, that wasn't in the plan.
Fast-forward a week later and we're meeting up to go the event. This includes some drinking of course, and so we go to the bar where when you order a rail alcohol drink it's essentially a cup of liquor and a teeny tiny soda bottle on the side. Fucking, love. it. Love even more? Our waiter. Who was fucking adorable and only charged me for two drinks, in lieu of four, and Drummer, one instead of two. Officially: Awesome!
So of course I'm banking on my bankable and having the bourbon. I love the bourbon and the bourbon loves me. Due to of course, drama, because really? Somehow it tends to follow Killer, especially when Killer and Drummer are together, because it's the cheap date that never leaves them, but we get to the event a little bit late. And I am totally cruising a big happy bourbon buzz. It's fucking magic, telling you, magic!!
So, we enter the event and I am all smiles and when I'm waiting for Killer and Drummer to pass through security I am looking in to the event and notice a cute girl kind of checking me out and smiling at me, so of course I smile back. And I think I should take this moment to digress and say that ever since the L word (dead to me. Fuck you Fucking Ilene Chaiken), first season of course, I've kind of wanted to have a hot chick hit on me. It's a thing. Anywho.
So the show is in full swing and per usual, it's pretty fucking fun. The crowd is always really into it and though some performers are not as good as others, because some are fucking outstanding, it's fun to watch and watch the crowd interact with the performer. Plus? Who doesn't love giving the dollar bills? I think that I might have a problem with that, because love giving the dollars to performers. Anyway. So we get there and I see some people from my internship last summer and it's one of those, do you not say hi or do you? type of things, where the answer essentially is, you do. So I'm chit-chatting, catching up, fun times. So I'm standing in one part watching and I see the girl I noticed before sidle up next to me. By herself. Then I notice from the periphery of my vision that she keeps on looking at met. And then? This really might be awesome-est part of the story. Plus, the memory is still clear.
So, (and this totally deserves a new paragraph) she has her hair in this cute ponytail, and she reaches back and takes her hair tie out and does this hair shake. You know that one they show in the hair pimpomercials on TV? I was all, woah, and kind of got nervous and walked away. But totally check that hot girl flirting with me off the list. Oh, and the next time I saw her? She totally had her hair up again. And when she would pass me by she was all 'hey' with smile. So, clearly the next time in order for a total check off my list I'm going to have to have the gumption to engage in flirty conversation.
So...the show ends and like, people must get a memo because I noticed the last time as well that right when the show was ending tons more people, read: gay boys and straight boys and girls, stream into the club. This is also I believe the point where I first officially lose Killer and Drummer, where I wander. And interestingly enough, I do kind of wander but am still having a good time because people were like the friendliest people ever! Like a very, 'dance with me' kind of vibe.
And this is where the night turns awesome, is that usually with that much liquor in me, and fun music playing, I am all about the dancing and I was a dancing fool. Fool! I tell you. Plus? I love me so cute gay boys, and they're always the best dancers too! Killer said that at one point she and Drummer looked over at me and I was surrounded by gay boys and they were all, 'yeah. Karen's in heaven.' Check check!
I do have to admit that this is the point where things get a tidge fuzzy-ish. You know, where it's like moments, rather than an entire knowledge of where everything fits into a sequential timeline? And you're remembering more details the next day as it progresses? I continued drinking at the club and I partly blame that on Killer and Drummer, because what do you do when you don't have anyone to talk to? Drink!
Anyway, I remember a conversation with Drummer's friend (who is a King) and I have no idea how we started conversing...I believe it entailed her calling me over as she saw me wandering looking for the two (notice the theme people) and me, in my exuberance (because what's that other thing you do with the drinking? Like make everything the most extreme version of something. Like, I like me some puppies. Well, okay, I fucking love puppies, but in the drunk version, it's all puppies are the greatest thing to happen to humankind. Puppies are awesome! Puppies cure diseases! Anyway, I decide for some reason to confess (I must be feeling Madonna's new album) that I was the person behind Drummer asking her if this other girl had a girlfriend or not last summer. Confusing, right? So, my semi girl-crush on this girl (and really? It was more like I wanted to woo her. Kind of fucked up. But in a funny way. Last summer was a tidge slower than I was used to. So, this little crush turns into me saying I'm obessed with her. The crush, not the King I was talking to. Due to the fact that it's a fundraiser it's a give a dollar get a kiss from a King and this other King stops by and I give her a dollar, but am all, uh yeah no, I'm good. And so the Drummer King, not the cup King, was then all, 'Wait. But you're not gay, right?' I was like, well...no. Kind of kills the story and kind of made her look at me quizzically. Sweet!
And I also do a pretty good job of kind of proving that point when I somehow start talking to 'Jared' (because I didn't ever get his name or I totally forgot) and I believe some friends. There might have been dancing with him. I like to stress the might part, because at the end of the night, fuzzier.
And because we're all rockstars. On a Fucking. Wednesday. Night. We close the club down and we all mill out, and I'm still with Jared. And this is where I become a slore. We just start like making out on the street. I do have to say that I was good enough to actually not go off with him to his apartment. Though he tried really really hard. I swear Jared was about ready to club me over the head and drag me off - though he literally almost did try dragging. Granted, mixed signals of yeah, I have to stay with my friends, but let's just molest each other on the street in public!
After I rejoin Killer and Drummer and King and the actual Drama Bringer we take our walk back to the car that included a recap of the evening's events. laughter, and kind of made Killer think it was like one of those 80s movies. You know where you're all like walking in the street and there's been drama, there's been fun, it's ENTERTAINMENT people! And nobody got pregnant either! Score! Or check check check!
Perhaps the most shocking thing should really be that I found a at least somewhat straight guy to make-out with at a gay club. This no actual knowing of names but 'let's make out in public' thing might just be my new schtick.
I should totally work it out this summer.
I know, I know. On with the debauchery.
So, one of the last times I hung out with Killer & Drummer, Drummer mentioned how she had been at the most recent Drag King show and blah dee fucking blah. I realized I hadn't been to a King show in a really fucking long time. Mostly because they're at an inopportune time (Wednesday nights? Really? Really?) and you know, finding willing participants. No one wants to go to a King show by themselves, and the fact that they only occur monthly at this particular location. I mean an event that never starts punctually, so it really starts closer to 11 and in the middle of the fucking week? As a grad student this pretty much means the event is out during the semester. Luckily it's the end of the semester.
Clearly this would normally mean it would have been out of the fucking question you fucking jackhole! but luckily I've dug my head in the sand and think that with one assignment left, and due on Tuesday that all is good. Especially when my professor, who at the beginning of the semester said he was 'fucking petty' (twice. And whilst looking directly at me essentially both times. Winning this man over, to ambivalence, was a feat of itself. I mean, really, you complain about the reading you need to do for your introductory class in front of the professor because you don't know he's the professor because they've had to hire outside the department, and suddenly you're the bad student. Reading. For. The. Introductory. Class. In five words explains my outrage.) was just like, make edits to the rough versions you've done and staple it. Yeah. Thanks for that motivational speech bub. Since I've finished the work for my other class I've essentially been gliding since that final. Fuck. Me. Well, that might be a poor choice of words. But. That'd be jumping ahead.
So in my extreme procrastination point last week, I was all, 'Hey. I bet there is a King show coming up soon.' (Okay, I knew there was one. I mean they're on the first Wednesday of each month. Kind of hard to miss that. But we're talking procrastination tactics and I need to even try and convince myself.) So, long story short(er), I mention the big ole fundraising theme and kind of convince them to go. Despite my not officially being done. But then? Who knew I'd be feeling like death warmed over the next day. Or at least, that wasn't in the plan.
Fast-forward a week later and we're meeting up to go the event. This includes some drinking of course, and so we go to the bar where when you order a rail alcohol drink it's essentially a cup of liquor and a teeny tiny soda bottle on the side. Fucking, love. it. Love even more? Our waiter. Who was fucking adorable and only charged me for two drinks, in lieu of four, and Drummer, one instead of two. Officially: Awesome!
So of course I'm banking on my bankable and having the bourbon. I love the bourbon and the bourbon loves me. Due to of course, drama, because really? Somehow it tends to follow Killer, especially when Killer and Drummer are together, because it's the cheap date that never leaves them, but we get to the event a little bit late. And I am totally cruising a big happy bourbon buzz. It's fucking magic, telling you, magic!!
So, we enter the event and I am all smiles and when I'm waiting for Killer and Drummer to pass through security I am looking in to the event and notice a cute girl kind of checking me out and smiling at me, so of course I smile back. And I think I should take this moment to digress and say that ever since the L word (dead to me. Fuck you Fucking Ilene Chaiken), first season of course, I've kind of wanted to have a hot chick hit on me. It's a thing. Anywho.
So the show is in full swing and per usual, it's pretty fucking fun. The crowd is always really into it and though some performers are not as good as others, because some are fucking outstanding, it's fun to watch and watch the crowd interact with the performer. Plus? Who doesn't love giving the dollar bills? I think that I might have a problem with that, because love giving the dollars to performers. Anyway. So we get there and I see some people from my internship last summer and it's one of those, do you not say hi or do you? type of things, where the answer essentially is, you do. So I'm chit-chatting, catching up, fun times. So I'm standing in one part watching and I see the girl I noticed before sidle up next to me. By herself. Then I notice from the periphery of my vision that she keeps on looking at met. And then? This really might be awesome-est part of the story. Plus, the memory is still clear.
So, (and this totally deserves a new paragraph) she has her hair in this cute ponytail, and she reaches back and takes her hair tie out and does this hair shake. You know that one they show in the hair pimpomercials on TV? I was all, woah, and kind of got nervous and walked away. But totally check that hot girl flirting with me off the list. Oh, and the next time I saw her? She totally had her hair up again. And when she would pass me by she was all 'hey' with smile. So, clearly the next time in order for a total check off my list I'm going to have to have the gumption to engage in flirty conversation.
So...the show ends and like, people must get a memo because I noticed the last time as well that right when the show was ending tons more people, read: gay boys and straight boys and girls, stream into the club. This is also I believe the point where I first officially lose Killer and Drummer, where I wander. And interestingly enough, I do kind of wander but am still having a good time because people were like the friendliest people ever! Like a very, 'dance with me' kind of vibe.
And this is where the night turns awesome, is that usually with that much liquor in me, and fun music playing, I am all about the dancing and I was a dancing fool. Fool! I tell you. Plus? I love me so cute gay boys, and they're always the best dancers too! Killer said that at one point she and Drummer looked over at me and I was surrounded by gay boys and they were all, 'yeah. Karen's in heaven.' Check check!
I do have to admit that this is the point where things get a tidge fuzzy-ish. You know, where it's like moments, rather than an entire knowledge of where everything fits into a sequential timeline? And you're remembering more details the next day as it progresses? I continued drinking at the club and I partly blame that on Killer and Drummer, because what do you do when you don't have anyone to talk to? Drink!
Anyway, I remember a conversation with Drummer's friend (who is a King) and I have no idea how we started conversing...I believe it entailed her calling me over as she saw me wandering looking for the two (notice the theme people) and me, in my exuberance (because what's that other thing you do with the drinking? Like make everything the most extreme version of something. Like, I like me some puppies. Well, okay, I fucking love puppies, but in the drunk version, it's all puppies are the greatest thing to happen to humankind. Puppies are awesome! Puppies cure diseases! Anyway, I decide for some reason to confess (I must be feeling Madonna's new album) that I was the person behind Drummer asking her if this other girl had a girlfriend or not last summer. Confusing, right? So, my semi girl-crush on this girl (and really? It was more like I wanted to woo her. Kind of fucked up. But in a funny way. Last summer was a tidge slower than I was used to. So, this little crush turns into me saying I'm obessed with her. The crush, not the King I was talking to. Due to the fact that it's a fundraiser it's a give a dollar get a kiss from a King and this other King stops by and I give her a dollar, but am all, uh yeah no, I'm good. And so the Drummer King, not the cup King, was then all, 'Wait. But you're not gay, right?' I was like, well...no. Kind of kills the story and kind of made her look at me quizzically. Sweet!
And I also do a pretty good job of kind of proving that point when I somehow start talking to 'Jared' (because I didn't ever get his name or I totally forgot) and I believe some friends. There might have been dancing with him. I like to stress the might part, because at the end of the night, fuzzier.
And because we're all rockstars. On a Fucking. Wednesday. Night. We close the club down and we all mill out, and I'm still with Jared. And this is where I become a slore. We just start like making out on the street. I do have to say that I was good enough to actually not go off with him to his apartment. Though he tried really really hard. I swear Jared was about ready to club me over the head and drag me off - though he literally almost did try dragging. Granted, mixed signals of yeah, I have to stay with my friends, but let's just molest each other on the street in public!
After I rejoin Killer and Drummer and King and the actual Drama Bringer we take our walk back to the car that included a recap of the evening's events. laughter, and kind of made Killer think it was like one of those 80s movies. You know where you're all like walking in the street and there's been drama, there's been fun, it's ENTERTAINMENT people! And nobody got pregnant either! Score! Or check check check!
Perhaps the most shocking thing should really be that I found a at least somewhat straight guy to make-out with at a gay club. This no actual knowing of names but 'let's make out in public' thing might just be my new schtick.
I should totally work it out this summer.
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