Tomorrow, going to a movie set at 630 in the AM to be an extra in a "Real Hollywood Movie" but not one with positive moral values I'm pretty certain... or a decent script, it seems. We will see how this adventure turns out.....
then Harry Potter time! I plan to read it on the plane on Sunday when....
I go to lovely Purchase NY to have a "Big Interview" with an airline for a FA position! We will see how that adventure turns out also.
Past then, I can't even fathom what adventures I'll have. Hopefully one involving peaceful sleep and no more frightening dreams about working on a movie set in my old house with terrorist threats and airplanes flying into fields.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
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Monday, July 9, 2007
Brobdingnagian \brob-ding-NAG-ee-uhn\, adjective:
Of extraordinary size; gigantic; enormous.
Brobdingnagian is from Brobdingnag, a country of giants in Swift's Gulliver's Travels.
NEW WORD FOR MONDAY:
(and in my opinion the BEST WORD EVER in any language!)
SOVRAMAGNIFICENTISSIMAMENTE
Of extraordinary size; gigantic; enormous.
Brobdingnagian is from Brobdingnag, a country of giants in Swift's Gulliver's Travels.
NEW WORD FOR MONDAY:
(and in my opinion the BEST WORD EVER in any language!)
SOVRAMAGNIFICENTISSIMAMENTE
Saturday, July 7, 2007
First Blog Ever.
Borne out of brobdingnagian boredom, blogging begins. I'm at work and there really is literally nothing to do. It's been 4 days doing this managerial thing here since J. has been gone and it's been really productive but Saturday arrived with few tasks to complete before the first shows start. I promise that once this week ends I will have more interesting things to say on this blog....esp. with the New York interview looming large on the horizon.
WORD OF THE DAY:
MONDEGREEN--a form of error arising from mishearing a spoken or sung phrase.
I think I have to go thread some projector-machines now.
WORD OF THE DAY:
MONDEGREEN--a form of error arising from mishearing a spoken or sung phrase.
I think I have to go thread some projector-machines now.
“He told her: he fell from the sky and lived. She took a deep breath and believed him, because of her father's faith in the myriad and contradictory possibilities of life, and because, too, of what the mountain had taught her. "Okay," she said, exhaling. "I'll buy it. Just don't tell my mother, all right?" The universe was a place of wonders, and only habituation, the anaesthesia of the everyday, dulled our sight. She had read, a couple of days back, that as part of their natural processes of combustion, the stars in the skies crushed carbon into diamonds. The idea of the stars raining diamonds into the void: that sounded like a miracle, too. If that could happen, so could this. Babies fell out of zillionth-floor windows and bounced. There was a scene about that in François Truffaut's movie L'Argent du Poche...She focused her thoughts. "Sometimes," she decided to say, "wonderful things happen to me, too."”--Salman Rushdie |
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