Books.
Back to paper and words again. I’m getting office fever as every day our sells drop and the hours slow to the point of almost going backwards. So am back to treadmill-stepping in between phone calls, and feeding my brains with other people’s lives and words.
…Just finished this for instance:
…Purchased as part of my usual actor-stalkiness. Because, yes, it is in fact THAT Lauren Graham who wrote it. Cuz guess what? She’s an author too. And she ain’t bad.
…If you’re an actor, you’ll totally get it in a “call-out-during-baptist-sunday-service-amen” kinda way. If you are not an actor, but like Lauren Graham…you can totally hear her quirky line delivery with every sentence. If you are a little (or lot) frustrated with how your life-plans are behind where they are supposed to be, you can treat it like a drinking game every time she nails what you feel like right now…(then drunkenly commiserate that at least you aren’t totally alone in feeling like this.)
…And if you aren’t any of those things…sorta screw you a little bit. You’re a giant big fat Gilmore-hating, money-making success.
Congratulations, asshole.
…Now I’m on this one:
“…That’s one hell of a segue,” you may be thinking right now. And it is, but then, I realized like yesterday how two giant show auditions are just around the corner. I was caught off guard, understandably, on account that both are like 4 and 6 months away from opening…but the powers that be, wisely looked at three major holidays ‘tween now and then and thought (I imagine, anyway), “Well, damn…plop all that together and it’s like a month of conflicts, we best get on this shit!”
…I specifically like the powers-that-be for “Miracle Worker” thinking that…just because shocking contrast makes me smile. (As if you haven’t guessed.) Almost as much as incomplete sentences, ellipses, and sinking smarmy parentheticals into everything. I’m like a grammatical hooligan all up in here. Not as blatant about it as the Twitter/texting aficionados, but then they are just secret freaks with their special number-acronym-mystery-language. My stuff mostly makes sense at least. And rarely contains hashtags…which, BTW* are called POUNDS.
…Try telling that to a 20-year old sometime.
Go ahead. Try.
…Anyway…the book. It’s about study time. It’s time to hit the books again for this and other shows that will be popping up. To get my jones on. I feel it, already. Plus, it’s got a two-for-one bonus of keeping my brain occupied until the next OITNB* season starts.
(* yes, I note the irony. It’s part of the joke. “Oh, there was a joke,” you ask? Yes. But it’s not funny now that I have to explain it. So thanks for that.)
So maybe I’m a little grumpy right now. But only a little. It’s the “I’m busy reading don’t bug me” grumpy…not the real mean kind. It is partly mixed with depression though…the depression of exhausting all my streaming joy sectors on Netflix. I’ve Gilmore-Girled, Parenthooded and Orange-Blacked myself through a wildfire of epic consumption. All seasons…ALL…since just October 1st.
…I realize there is a wealth of “more” out there still to be had, but frankly, I don’t think I can get this close to another cast of characters again in such quick succession. I sorta feel like a giant streaming whore right now…just voracious appetite and flying through them faster than a bag of Costco Halloween candy on the day-after sale. It’s a lot to hold onto. Like, in my head and heart. I get too close to fake people. And obsessive.
…Just ask my google history.
…Anyway…there is where we are.
I’m on books now.
It somehow feels more personally productive.
…Though as Lauren states in her book, it’s not like binging on quality TV isn’t an educational and worthwhile tool. For instance, what if Netflix calls me up from that audition I never took and says, “Hey, we really need you to be in season 3 as Vee’s secret drug-mule daughter she left in Mexico that one time, but gets caught crossing the border, is put in the clink, and decides Red is gonna be her oedipal mom substitute. Do you need a character/family chart for that?”
…Now, (thanks to my diligent hours and hours of study), I can be like: “Dudes, I’m already on it.”
…And I’ll totally own that part.
…And win the Emmy.
The end.
~D
