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Now before I begin my paragraphs long entry about that, can i just say i should actually be focusing on my finances, preparing as much as i can for my imminent meeting with the accountant, you know, that person heaven sent down to make the IRS return money to us? yeah, that lasted about 1.5 hours, then my mind wandered and i really needed a break. hence, this entry.
ok so back to leatherheads. now if i may admit, i am a fan of George Clooney. Sexiest Man Alive? Nah...but then again that title was bestowed a number of years ago. But even then, Dr. Doug Ross was still not for good ol' Chi-Lan. Yet this weekend, as I walk into the junket room to spend 8 minutes (timed, btw), I was kinda smitten. Now for those of you who don't know how those similar interviews are gotten by so many media outlets, please allow me to shed some light, like a 1000 watt flashlight. ka-kowwwww!
Basically speaking, junkets are set up as such: The studio contracts the main stars to be available for a day or two to be interviewed by TV and print media outlets. The talent are then put into their own respective sets, which are actually just redressed hotel rooms in 4 star hotels. Now the rooms are stripped of everything but a background and two chairs, which face each other. Lights are set up, cameras positioned, booms hung, and voila! You have a set where the talent of the film will sit for the day and talk to many, many people about the film. That's how you get the same looking content from so many different places (ie. ET, Access, TV Guide Channel, E!, etc). Now once the talent enters the room, a reporter is allowed in to ask their set of questions for a total of 4 minutes. And yes, there is a stopwatch. Since I freelance for the studio, I usually get 8 minutes to putz around and ask some questions, just for fun. It's a good time. :) I always wonder, since the star and the reporter are the ones in the room, with 2 camera operators shoved so much into the corner, you barely notice them, what happens if one of them rips one? such small quarters...valid question.
Ok, so now that you know the basics of how my day and job look, let me go on with meeting George Clooney, John Krasinski and Renee Zellweger. I have to say, all i have ever heard about dear old George is that he is incredibly smart and super nice. And you know, not a bit of it is true. Just kidding. He is really super super nice, and incredibly gracious. He doesn't seem like he's been in the spotlight for the last 30 years of his life at all. Remember him from 'Facts of Life'? I do...especially the episode where he sells this odd red bendy thing and no one knows what it is...is it a hat, a planter, a plastic scarf? comedy obviously ensued, but i flipped the channel by then. And yes, he was hot, but not loins tingling hot.
But this time, walking into that room and seeing that man standing just shy of 6' tall, salt and pepper hair, casual in a shirt and sweater, not over muscular, and lovely smile, i must say, although my undies didn't immediately rip themselves off my body, the seams were starting to tear. luckily, i was ready for such an occurrence and wore really tight pants.
And did i mention he was funny? Gawd, when it rains good luck on a child, it pours, no?
And John Krasinski...6'3" of my future husband. Now he's the adorable looking, really approachable guy from THE OFFICE. He has that great goofiness to him that make the ladies fawn over him. I was sure I would hold it together, as my type is the super buff guy that wants to enter IRONMAN competitions, so he's constantly downing the GNC 'get big' powder, or the guy who tailgates at NASCAR, in his own RV, class B, with a slightly cracked chassis. What does this tell you about me? I obviously like guys with small balls. well, as long as there's some nutmeat, i guess we can go on. always loved buying bags of nutmeats. It's not that i don't' like doing the work of shelling my own pistachio nuts, it's just you get more for your money this way, and honestly, it cuts out that useless middleman, the damn shell. *I toss a shell hard to the ground* you bastard.
Oh right, John. Now i expected him to be funny, but he was just like his character on THE OFFICE. He was super nice, funny, ironic, made fun of himself, and was just really nice, and laughed at my jokes. I loved the fact that he and i both agreed that if you had to choose between an ER doctor and Jim Halpert, paper salesman, i mean, there is no contest. Who wants to be with a doctor when you can get paper for free, and yeah, 'sexiest man alive' title was close to a decade ago. Ka-Kowww again! John was pretty funny. In fact, as he was laughing at some of the things i said, because I am hy-sterical - like hyena laughing hy-sterical. I was really praying with my heart that as he was laughing, his boxers were tearing apart as he realized he's just come face to face with his future personal assistant. Wow, is that really where my career goes? damn. Those dangerously gorgeous and glassy eyes of Jim Halpert, how they beckon I gaze into them and see my future. Next thing you're gonna tell me is that I lose all my teeth and hair.
And Rene, what can I say about her? She was really nice and fun. But honestly, wow, she is THIN! And not in a THIN IS IN sort of way. She rail, baby, like a chopstick.
all right, enough rambling about nothing, i gotta get back to my finances.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
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Tuesday, March 11, 2008
going 43 in a 30 MPH zone. If you'll allow your honor, I totally
thought it was a 35 mph zone and I believe his laser gun is facist.
And now I am at the studio filming the awesome show 'The Big Tease'
for reelz channel, what I do every tuesday, and the fire alarm goes
off. Now luckily it doesn't have an annoying siren ring, but the alarm
does come withthe disgustingly blinding glashing light. I feel like
I'm in a nightclub. Fun fun! And now I feel like my retinas got sucker
punched. All in all, not a bad day...lots to blog about!
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Monday, March 10, 2008
Now for the few of you who know me well, yes, I did live in SF for a
number of years and know it well. However, just because I used to
have a pied-de-terre, but that doesn't mean when I go back, I get to
stay there nor in a hotel of my choosing.
take for example my one night at the Sir Francis Drake on Powell. Now that is a lovely hotel, one of my favorite chains, Kimpton Hotels, runs that bad boy. And I got a nice room really up high so I cannot hear the street noise. Now no one told the hotel that putting me up on the 15th floor with a nice view of Union Square would not drown out the drum circle that decided to form in front of the hotel to welcome and wake me up in the middle of the night. But then again, i was in SF, was anything but this expected? Also, as soon as I entered the stylish and well appointed room, I thought, nice. Then i looked to my left, the wall that partitions the bathroom from the sleeping area, and low and behold. The wall was undulating towards the bed I was gonna sleep in. Ok at that moment, i thought, crap! This is sooooo 'Nightmare on Elm Street'. I um, well, I....I went into the bathroom to make sure it was water damage caused by the tub so i could sleep easy knowing Freddie wasn't gonna come after me once the Sand Man made his fateful visit. Nope, no such luck. That wall was up against the sink, no water damage from this bathroom. So i tell myself, it is OBVIOUSLY from upstairs. OK, that makes me feel better, but my one question of the night is...why would you put vertical fabric wall paper over a wall that juts out like it's pissed at your face and ready to exact revenge - all in a mint green color? The wall juts OUT! that will not and cannot be hidden by vertical wall paper.
And then there is my visit to the Pickwick hotel in SF, the lovely hotel in the heart of homeless San Francisco that I stayed in while attending GDC, the Game Developer's Conference. Now let it be known that i used to walk by this hotel, only during daylight hours, and though it is right next to the newly renovated shopping center in downtown, that don't mean nothing to the ladies and gentlemen of the night. That hotel is getting itself together, but luckily, it still had the odor of 'The Shining' when I stayed there. Yeah. Ok, so as soon as I walk in, the guy is pretty nice, since I am the only one checking in to stay overnight and I am alone, versus with someone for a couple hours. So i get sent up to my room, and as soon as i get off the elevator, I swear i thought Jack Nicholson was gonna pop and and scream 'All work and no play make Jack a dull boy'. But that aside, i rush to my hotel room to check out the safe haven i can call my humble abode for the night. As soon as I walk into the golden wall papered room, i see them. There are paintings all over the walls, all portraits of women from the 19th century style of painting...and they are all STARING at me. So to keep my brain from jumping out of my head, I decide to move around the room a little and of course their eyes follow me! This is absolutely no 'magic picture' crap where you have to focus to see it, these eyes were just there, gazing....and they obviously had nothing to do, even the lady in the canoe was staring! GAWD! So i sit myself down on the oddly upholstered bed, which has the little tuft buttons and lyrical coziness one can only expect from the deserted hotel Jack Nicholson runs....and I look at the wall. Now remembering my experience with the Nightmare on Elm Street wall, where I seriously thought Freddie was behind there and pushing through it, I search this wall. Whew! It is flat. But of course, this old room isn't exactly straight. I see that they put in the effort to apply moulding, only to have it crooked to accentuate the ceiling's unparalleled nature. Gawd. The spooky staring painted ladies, The Shining hallway, eerie elevator and now crooked ceiling.
I think i just need to check into hotels earlier than 11 pm. And go in blindfolded. Problems solved!