Self-Indulgent Ramblings

Okay… in general, I’m against reading the news. It’s depressing. And, even though I got my lecture from a coworker this morning about my civic duty to blah blah blah and my responsibility to vote for whosits… I just tend to try to keep my head down and push through. Cuz no news is good news.

But then… sometimes you get a gem like this.

This just made me smile.

Here’s another little project I’m part of. There are some guys here in town who have decided to produce a sitcom that would be distributed entirely online. A couple weeks ago we filmed the trailer… and just this weekend he finished splicing it together. So check it out, share the link… It’s an awful lot of fun, even if it never turns into anything. But… who knows?

I play the neurotic, insecure news producer. Hmm… type casting, anyone?

Okay… this morning, I spent a little time on something that’s not exactly work-related… but it was really important to me that it get done. My improv troupe, The Distracted Globe, has been offering sporadically-scheduled short-form improv for a while, and this year we’ve decided to begin the process of incorporating and forming our own 501(c)3… and we’ve also decided to mount our first scripted production. Along with all of this has been a branding effort and some marketing maneuvers on my part. So check out our myspace… and if you happen to know anyone in the Greenville, SC/Charlotte, NC/Atlanta, GA area… tell them all about us! Cuz we’re funny… and we need the support!

Overall though, it’s just something I’m really proud of and excited about. Go team!

I love reading my horoscope. Here’s mine today from The Greenville News:

“The planets align to cross-examine your conscience. Where were you on the night of (fill in the blank)? If you’re feeling guilty for any reason, now is the time to get it off your chest.”

If I’m feeling guilty for any reason?

I’m Catholic! I’m feeling guilty for NO reason!

Sheesh.

Okay… this is the dumbest thing I’ve read so far today. There’s a Japanese company that is allowing people to purchase satellites which they can use as airborne time capsules. First of all… why in the hell would you do that? Second of all… there’s this brilliant quote from the article:

“Until now, a satellite was something ordinary people could not afford to buy.”

So true. I mean… it’s only 100 million yen! Now, I know that sounds like a lot, but don’t forget the exchange rate. In dollars, it’s a mere $880,000 price tag! I’ve got that between my sofa cushions!

Sheesh. We’re not content with destroying the planet… it’s time to start littering in space?

I am in a truly abysmal mood today, and I’m not sure that I have any particular reason to be. I suppose it’s probably just a culmination of way too much crap. My landlady won’t call me back about the mold. I called my doctor to get a note to my landlady about the fact that I’ve been sick because of the mold… and he won’t call me back. The guy I talked to who was going to give me an estimate on cleaning up the mold won’t call me back. My other doctor had no problem calling me to tell me my yearly physical was irregular and I have to come in for more tests. I’ve barely seen my {gulp} boyfriend in the last couple of weeks… and when I did see him last night, I spent an hour and a half watching him have a conversation I couldn’t participate in with someone else about a show I’m not in, a theatre I’ve never worked at and people I don’t know. My job is making me insane. I’m sick of people touching my feet because they think it’s funny that it makes me uncomfortable. I am just plain sick of damn near everything right now. I have next week off - my forced week of vacation. God willing, I’ll be able to exhale and regain some semblance of feeling like a human being rather than some crazed harpee who will snap at the drop of a pin.

And our frickin’ email server spat out a handful of unsent emails from the last 5 months today… but our IT guys keep ignoring me when I tell them about my email problem.

But… here’s the vaguely amusing bit of my email pissiness:

This morning, as we were getting a handful of random emails in as well, I received an email from myself with a random string of numbers… and I received this from a random address I’ve never seen before:

Call out Gouranga be happy!
Gouranga Gouranga Gouranga…
That which brings the highest happiness!

Being the gigantic nerd I am, I looked it up. And Gouranga is apparently chanted by the Hare Krishnas meaning happiness.

Uh. Okay.