A mental break

Amezaga better count his blessings that we don't hire pitchers that believe in something so petty as revenge. Like me. Did this guy go to the Ty Cobb School of Fielding, or what? Did nothing wrong my ass. HE THREW THE BALL DIRECTLY AT POSADA!! *fumes*

Poor Jorge! Get better soon!

Tonight is Bombay Dreams! *twirl* So exciting. :)

I may have some things to say about Angel at some point. Last night proved what I've been saying all along, that they may have good storylines, but whomever was in charge of plotting their story arcs was completely arse at it. :P


( memeage from Marla! )

A mental break

Amezaga better count his blessings that we don't hire pitchers that believe in something so petty as revenge. Like me. Did this guy go to the Ty Cobb School of Fielding, or what? Did nothing wrong my ass. HE THREW THE BALL DIRECTLY AT POSADA!! *fumes*

Poor Jorge! Get better soon!

Tonight is Bombay Dreams! *twirl* So exciting. :)

I may have some things to say about Angel at some point. Last night proved what I've been saying all along, that they may have good storylines, but whomever was in charge of plotting their story arcs was completely arse at it. :P


( memeage from Marla! )

Mad Girls and Frenchmen

Apparently they're shooting the remake of the Pink Panther over by the Plaza fountain today. Lots of crew, lots of extras, lots of crowd, lots of crazed PAs trying to keep them all in check. It was at this moment I realized that I am completely incapable of spotting a celebrity. I was staring directly at a film set supposedly full of them, and I couldn't pick them out if one came up and grabbed my nose.

Well, maybe then I could have seen it. But not before. And I wouldn't put it past Steve Martin to do something like that, either.

The crowd watching the shoot was fantastically entertaining. You had your usual mix of tourists filming EVERYTHING with camcorders, people on their lunchbreak bemused by the spectacle and trying to hide their interest at the possibility of spotting a celebrity, and people like myself who saw a huge crowd milling about and wanted to see what the hell was going on. I overheard the following exchange:

1st Woman: OMG! It's that guy!
Man: What guy?
1st Woman: You know, the GUY! He was in Roxanne, maybe?
Man: Who, Steve Martin?
1st Woman: I think so - the big-nose guy?
2nd Woman: No, that was Gerard Rowe. He's French.
Man: You mean Gerard Depardieu?
2nd Woman: No. This guy was in The Professional
1st Woman: With Natalie Portman! I love that movie!
Man: It's Luc something, I thought.
Me: I think the director was Luc Besson.
2nd woman: That's it!!

0.o ? Nothing like being absolutely wrong with total and complete conviction.

And New Girl just told me that a friend of hers met Steve Martin once, and when he asked for Steve's autograph, he was presented with a small business-sized card that said : "This card certifies that the holder has met Steve Martin in person." Which we both thought that was genius. Then she told me a story about how she walked directly in the shot while Sex & the City was shooting the scene at Pete's Tavern where Miranda proposes to Steve! She lives across the street, and different people were yelling at her to get out of the way this way and that way, so she just finally ran in a direction and BOOM, in the shot! They had to re-do the scene and everything!

And now that my brain has been baked to a nice golden brown, I'm going to do more work.

Mad Girls and Frenchmen

Apparently they're shooting the remake of the Pink Panther over by the Plaza fountain today. Lots of crew, lots of extras, lots of crowd, lots of crazed PAs trying to keep them all in check. It was at this moment I realized that I am completely incapable of spotting a celebrity. I was staring directly at a film set supposedly full of them, and I couldn't pick them out if one came up and grabbed my nose.

Well, maybe then I could have seen it. But not before. And I wouldn't put it past Steve Martin to do something like that, either.

The crowd watching the shoot was fantastically entertaining. You had your usual mix of tourists filming EVERYTHING with camcorders, people on their lunchbreak bemused by the spectacle and trying to hide their interest at the possibility of spotting a celebrity, and people like myself who saw a huge crowd milling about and wanted to see what the hell was going on. I overheard the following exchange:

1st Woman: OMG! It's that guy!
Man: What guy?
1st Woman: You know, the GUY! He was in Roxanne, maybe?
Man: Who, Steve Martin?
1st Woman: I think so - the big-nose guy?
2nd Woman: No, that was Gerard Rowe. He's French.
Man: You mean Gerard Depardieu?
2nd Woman: No. This guy was in The Professional
1st Woman: With Natalie Portman! I love that movie!
Man: It's Luc something, I thought.
Me: I think the director was Luc Besson.
2nd woman: That's it!!

0.o ? Nothing like being absolutely wrong with total and complete conviction.

And New Girl just told me that a friend of hers met Steve Martin once, and when he asked for Steve's autograph, he was presented with a small business-sized card that said : "This card certifies that the holder has met Steve Martin in person." Which we both thought that was genius. Then she told me a story about how she walked directly in the shot while Sex & the City was shooting the scene at Pete's Tavern where Miranda proposes to Steve! She lives across the street, and different people were yelling at her to get out of the way this way and that way, so she just finally ran in a direction and BOOM, in the shot! They had to re-do the scene and everything!

And now that my brain has been baked to a nice golden brown, I'm going to do more work.