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I have competition—
Something that reminds me how glad I am that the internet wasn’t as accessible and I was less ambitious when I was 13. I probably would have made something just like this (minus the malapropism, clunky homoerotica, and wholesale lifted plot elements from other anime).
Actually, now I wish the internet was accessible—my web comic would have been awesome.
I was interviewed a year ago during Girl Crush for a Japanese magazine called “Figure King,” which I never got a copy of, and I’m not nearly as driven or resourceful as I should be to track down a copy and see if I indeed made it into “what’s going on in the US” column that month. I also had a sneaking suspicion that it was some kind of pornography. Based on nothing. Just sending my headshot in to a foreign magazine—despite the hour interview about the show—I had a feeling the column was “jerk off on this gaijin.”
This same stereotyping is what keeps me from going to Tokyo (despite claiming THREE Tokyo tourist guides from Will Hines’ book giveaway)—I’ve seen enough Japa-porn and fan service to assume casual rape is waiting on every street corner of Harajuku.
Anyway, when we got back from Toronto on Monday I checked my email to find that my interviewer (an American, now living in Japan) is now working on a book about OTAKU in America (For my cool friends, “otaku” basically means nerd, but the interpretation in the US is specifically “anime nerd”) and wanted to include some Girl Crush pictures and info(?).
I finally got ahold of the guy (after Butterfingers here erased the original email accidentally… what an otaku!) and send off my shots. But, since I’ve got the stimulus-response of a cuttlefish, this tiny amount of attention has made me dwell on the thought of doing another Girl Crush.
My boots have died and I am despondant. Less than despondant, probably, but more than bummed out.
After breaking the zipper on them more than six months ago, I finally took them to the shoe repair and the guy said he’d have to replace the zipper but he only had black zippers. So he’d have to replace the other non-broken zipper to keep them matched – $80. But the red zipper’s are what make them cool. Then it would be another $40 to build up the rubbed-down heel. So, I sadly decided not to get them repaired and give them an old fashioned Viking funeral. They were the most expensive shoes I had ever purchased, but that was more than 5 years ago. They survived much better than my subsequent Fluevog boots, which I’ve had to take in for repairs twice in the two years I’ve had them.
Now I have to get new boots for the winter. I feel weird throwing them away, despite knowing they are beyond salvaging. One has a working zipper for god’s sake! I wish I knew some stylish one-legged person who’d want it.
When I was going through my dresses I noticed almost all of them have holes I was not aware of… I really have become very trash-pickery without being aware of it. I just hate buying new things; shopping is like getting teeth pulled.
I quit my job yesterday.
If not already a fan, please visit Adam Green’s website and watch the video for “Friends of Mine.” Aside from being a lovely song (along with “Jessica Simpson”), the video is a shot-for-shot recreation of an infomercial for motivational/real estate method tapes.
Look for Adam using the motivational “thumb point.” Doug pointed this out during the taping, that speakers and politicians never point with a finger… they point with a fist with the thumb slightly cocked. Is this in imitation of Bob Dole’s palsied pen-gripping hand? I’m seeing it everywhere. Thumb pointing is probably less confrontational that finger pointing. It also looks far more retarded.
Tonight we greenscreen!
I took off work today. Woke up feeling like crap and not wanting to go to work, as do 99% of employed Americans I would guesstimate, but the pull of not going to work overtook my beaten-down sense of responsibility and I stayed in. I have two Marvel freelances I have to turn in and want to be more prompt about than the last batch. I also had middling, mindless house chores to accomplish. I also paranoiacly predicted something would go wrong with the shoot and wanted to be rested enough to deal with it.
Brian Fountain is stepping in as make-up man after Mike Hagen had a conflict the exact and only day the cast and crew could agree to meet, but his “caboodle” of stage makeup went missing the day before. A friend of him would loan some supplies, but someone had to go get it in Brooklyn. (As it turned out he decided to rollerblade in and drop it off, which was as sweet as it was ridiculous—stage makeup via rollerblade from Williamsburg—especially for a total stranger to do).
A hilarious advertiso-nugget from an age before irony
(The 1.5 x normal sized woman was editted in. She is the v-blogger who hosts this item. How does one become a v-blogger, anyway? Wouldn’t the time consumed by filming, editing and uploading make vblogging impractical?)
I had the double whammy of a power-outage and a tech last night. I sat in the stinking, leaden heat of my pitch black apartment until midnight, when I had to drag myself out of bed for three hours of running this sketch show about being in Hell. Then I came to work.
Here is information on the sketch show I directed, should you like to attend:
written by Sarah Burns
directed by Dyna Moe
starring Sarah Burns, Angeliki George and Risa Sang-urai
Sound and Fury Bill Buckendorf and Mo Fathelbab
August 10th, Wednesday
Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre
301 W 26th St at 8th Avenue