Apparently Sephora did not get the “go green” merchant memo. Exhibit 1: the packaging from a recent online order. 3 pumice stones and 1 facial cleansing brush arrived in this ridiculously overstuffed box.
Seriously. Time to reconsider your strategy guys.
I attended my first legally legit gay wedding this morning. A glorious occasion, a silver lining, in these less-than-glorious times.
Alonso and Dave, for the third time (third time’s a charm!), exchanged vows, this time guerilla-style at the La Brea tar pits. Their roommate Aaron presided over the short and sweet ceremony, attended by about 40 friends (a gaggle of gays and assorted groupies). Even clocking in at under 5 minutes, the wedding was surprisingly touching.
Margy and I had brainstormed on how to add a little celebratory touch to the occasion, and agreed on birdseed and bubbles. We passed out little birdseed baggies and mini-bottles of bubbles to everyone, which were enjoyed by all except for Alonso and Dave, who got pelted severely.
My favorite items though were the groom and groom toppers we added to a donut, at the “reception” at Bob’s Doughnuts at the Farmer’s Market. Pretty damn awesome, if I do say so myself. And this oddly-appropriate t-shirt worn by one of the younger attendees.
How cute is this little peanut?
Stella’s mommy let her grace the girls with a visit at lunch the other day, and Auntie Fatima shows how happy we were about that!
…of dogs, I came across this signage the other day.
I’m not entirely sure what that animal is (mutated, half-starved bull?). Thank goodness they had the accompanying sign to explain what it was the residents were forbidding you to do.
I am sure the Coen Bros. had little Louie in mind when they wrote that line.
This is my new distraction. She technically belongs to my boss, but I kidnap her most of the time. As I’m sure you’ll agree, she obviously loves me best.
On Friday, I walked the walk. I am now an official, certified owner of a shiny new MFA degree from the UCLA School of Theatre, Film and Television.
I am left with a feeling both triumphant and saddened … triumphant that I survived two incredibly tough years, with some amazing experiences and accomplishments under my belt, and saddened that the sixteen people I’ve seen weekly, if not daily, for the last two years will no longer be part of my life on a regular basis. I count myself extremely lucky to have had such a incredibly good group of people to spend my grad school days with, not to mention the outer circle of fantastic writers and directors I now count as my friends.
It’s been quite the ride.
As of Thursday night, I am officially done with film school. Sure, there are a few odds and ends, like the actual graduation ceremony on Friday, but my internship classwork is turned in and my final thesis oral presentation is over (yes, it went pretty darn well I think).
I am feeling incredibly disconnected to the whole thing. I think since I’ve been working this quarter, and really only been on campus once a week, it’s all been very anticlimactic. Two years and giant lack of sleep later, I’ve got myself an MFA.
Zowee.
I thought Hilary’s concession speech on Saturday morning was pretty darn great. It actually brought a tear to my eye. She was gracious, smart, and forward thinking. The moment that got me was when she asked her supporters not to waste any precious time thinking “what if” … that would only result in getting stuck in the past, when what we all needed was to move forward into this new era when a woman and an African-American man could have a legitimate shot at the White House. Cracks in the glass ceiling indeed!
Izzy may get his chance to eat some yappy dogs after all.
Just when the situation seemed under control, some new neighbors move in across the way with not one, but TWO little yappy dogs. So far they are nowhere near as yappy as the former neighborhood pests, and only bark when I walk past the door.
I will keep Izzy informed if his services are needed.
I work on the WB lot. I have discovered that the WB server blocks my blog, for “possible objectionable content.” I don’t even use swear words!
This coming from the studio that produces the show with the giant OMFG, half-naked teen billboards covering Los Angeles. Jeesh!
