So glad that no one killed Amanda Palmer

.guh.

Hey wouldn't wear the mask...

Just in case there was any doubt that my nephew is coolest/cutest kid in existence...

Blocked.

Writer's Block is NOT OKAY when said blocked person is in Writing School!

Not okay at all!

The current homework list:
- springboard for an animated series...I didn't get to pick the series.
- Two feature outlines...both of which I already pitched so I can't come up with a new one now even though I'm not particularly partial to either of them. And they're both just rough ideas. I barely have an idea what they're about and now I have to go to outline. Why can't I take another tv class?
- Read the script for Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid and then write enough notes for a ten minute presentation about the movie. I read the script. I'll make notes as soon as I'm motivated...
- Dialogue. One age of dialogue filled with conflict and subtext. DONE because I'm awesome like that.
- the first 20 pages of my Fringe spec. Which is due tomorrow at lunch. Which I am done because I've been working on it forever. And it's awesome and I love it.

So really I'm just saving the hard stuff for last. Which was probably not the best idea I've ever had. And now I have writer's block and I can't seem to get myself motivated to do anything but watch tv. Which could be counted as homework technically...but it's not even good tv.

on an unrelated note...I want this shirt.


AND it's Mo-vember! So if you can grow a moustache you should.

Well that's one way to tell the parents....But it's only half the time!

SO.

Term Two just started. So far I have a wicked outline for my Fringe Spec, a short script that I don't entirely hate, and three feature ideas to take to the pitch fest on Thursday. Which I'm not too worried about. Thanks to Kelsey and John I can pretty much pitch anything. My final project was to pitch a movie based on the logline: An ancient and powerful wizard competes in a gritty innercity basketball tournament with the help of his magical talking bong. It would've made millions.

Term two means that I actually go to pages for my spec, which is crazy exciting. It means I go from pitch to outline to treatment on one of my features. It means I develop an animated tv pilot. Along with having a dialogue class, another genre study class (crime!), and something else....but I forget what. All in all it means a lot of reading and a shit ton of writing. I'm stoked.

Also we got our new campus today. See the writers dind't really have a campus of our own, we got sent to basements and boardrooms with slidey walls, and wherever they cold fit us. It sucked. It caused crazy amounts of confusion. BUT NOW! Now we have our very own floor, still on Hastings but you can't win 'em all. And its pretty! And new! and there's sixty inch flat screens in every class! And our very own theatre with blackout curtains! And a lounge with leather couches and a tv and racks of movies! and a kitchen and a bathroom without coded entry! It's all very exciting. I'll post pictures maybe.

I've been looking into fellowships for after school is done. Even though school isn't done forever. I'm not too worried about the competition, the only thing that worries me is getting a work visa. That seems complicated. And hard.

OH! My condo? Awesome. Like woven from strands of awesome universe particles. And no one uses the pool, which is weird...but good 'cause then I can swim all i want. Downside: the giant poster of Roberto Luongo that stares into my windows all day...supercreep. I should post condo pictures too!

Talked to my younger cousin today, she's coming out with her mom and brother next weekish. Apparently she's getting another tattoo, one on her ribs. A plant of some kind with the script "tuesday's child is full of grace". Which prompted me to figure out what day of the week I was born on.

I was born on a Sunday!
You wanna know what Sunday's child is full of?
I sure did!
Turns out Sunday's child isn't full of anything:

"But the child born on the Sabbath day,
Is fair and wise and good and gay"



*cough*

Can I Kick It?

So Justin and I had an awesome change rolling party after I got home from the boat (that almost 200 dollars, be impressed). The boat trips have been frequent lately, and awesome. Tonight it was just me and Carling and Nevin and Brady and we had a fantastic time despite the fact that we got to the Marina and Carling's boat was missing. We found it. No worries.
I have a wicked summer 2009 soundtrack in the works. Someday soon I will uploads it. That was plural on purpose by the by. I also have a few choice videos from this summer that I won't be uploading but will make me smile when life sucks.
Tomorrow is my last night in Kelowna and as much as I'm excited for new schooling and new place (y'know my condo? the one that isn't ready? yeah...that one) and Van...I'm having a lot of fun and I don't really want to leave.
I really wish that this place had air conditioning.

Why yes, yes I would like to date your avatar

Just in case anyone was wondering why I have an epic crush on Felicia Day....of course I'm not sure why anyone wouldn't....

If he gets up, we'll all get up, it'll be anarchy.

I've been trying to stay quiet about John Hughes dying. There are people who knew him, and until now I've left the speaking to them. As for me, I'm just a kid who watched all his movies. Not just watched. I memorized them. I studied them. I learned from them. I grew up on those movies. When I got the text from Beth that he had died something hit me like a semi: John Hughes is the reason I want to be a writer.

I think that's all I need to say on the matter.

.guh.

So I haven't left the condo in like...two days...so I was searching stuff on the internet and I found some pictures that broke my brain. AND NOW I'M SHARING

Think of it as homework...or a summer reading list for film school

TV that I have watched this summer because I know that the internet really wants to know what I'm watching when I'm not in school...a LIST in alphabetical order:

Battlestar Galactica Season One

Criminal Minds Season One
Criminal Minds Season Two
Criminal Minds Season Three

Dark Angel Season One
Dark Angel Season Two

Entourage Season One
Entourage Season Two

Firefly Season Only & Serenity

Ghost Whisperer Season One

The Guild Season One
The Guild Season Two

Leverage Season One & everything that has aired so far in Season Two

Xena Season One
Xena Season Two
Xena Season Three
Xena Season Four...I just started Season Five so I dunno if I'll finish the series...look funny bits!





What's next on the roster you ask? Well in the queue I have:
24
Mad Men
Merlin
Dr. Who
Skins
30 Rock....
OH Sopranos...
and keeping up with Leverage, finishing Xena and Entourage
AND Beth and I are gonna watch Battlestar again 'cause she hasn't seen it.

What did you think I did this summer? Camp?

Company

I have dealt with an insane amount of company and guests this summer. At some points it seemed like ever other day I was getting ready for some sort of dinner or visit or something. Which I don't mind. I like having company...wait...rephrase...I like having good company. And I'm not talking about the people who practically live at your house and know where everything is and have no qualms about helping themselves. I'm talking about the people who you invite for dinner...or drinks and apps...or whatever. The people who you actually have to work when they come over.

See, I was raised to be good company, so I know the difference between good and bad guests. I'm sure most people think that they are good company...but the truth is that most people? Aren't.

Bad company is the worst. They just show up, eat all your food, drink all your beer, and leave the mess. Bad company is too loud even when you've reminded them to be quiet and they stay beyond their welcome. I have had way too much bad company this summer.

There are simple rules that everyone should follow: like upon receiving an invitation everyone should ask what they can bring. Even if the host says 'nothing' there is no reason to attend a function without a contribution...even if it's just a bottle of wine. Offer to help with the clean-up, even if you don't really want to...simple things like that.

But that isn't everything. The best guests? Clean up even though you asked them not to. When there's too many people and not enough chairs, they sit on the floor without argument, and insist instead that you take a chair. They hide money in your purse when you refuse to let them chip in for the take-out. There isn't enough good company in the world.

so...I haven't written anything more than a few lines since January.

I've tried. But it never seems to work out.

So...what if that last thing I wrote was it? What if that's all I had?

I've never had writer's block like this before.

How I Spent My Summer Vacation...

Dino Cake:




No, I will not explain how long it took me to make him because it makes me a bit sick to think about.

Saying Goodby To Childish Things

So the time has come to get rid of my comic collection. Which isn't something I really want to do. But my parents aren't going to keep them for me forever. And I don't particularly want to haul them across the country. I'm guessing they weigh about 75 pounds. Which is kind of insane when you think about it. So I was getting ready to sell them and made a list of everything I have and stacked them up on the old air hockey table in the basement. They didn't all fit...but here's what did:

Sometimes I like to steal from Simon

Number of Songs: 1217
Number of Albums: 291
Most Recently Played Song: The Fratellis "Flathead"
Most Played Song: Tegan and Sara "I Was Married
Most Recently Added Album: Where the Light Is

First Song Alphabetically: Jackson 5 "ABC"
Last Song Alphabetically: David Bowie "Ziggy Stardust"
Smallest Song Numerically: Kimya Dawson "5 Years"
Biggest Song Numerically: Sublime "40 oz. to freedom"

Shortest Song: "Oo-de-lally" from Disney's Robin Hood....what? That's normal....
Longest Song: "Down Once More" from the Phantom of the Opera

First Album Alphabetically: Across the Universe Official Soundtrack
Last Album Alphabetically: Your Favourite Weapon by Brand New
First Album Numerically: *cough* 8 Mile Soundtrack
Last Album Numerically: Sublime's 40 Oz. to Freedom

First Five Songs That Pop Up On Shuffle:
Ben Folds ft. Regina Spektor, "You Don't Know Me"
The Veronicas, “Revenge Is Sweeter Than You Ever Were”
Metric, “Collect Call”
NoFX, “Creeping Out Sara”
Loverboy, “Lovin' Every Minute Of It”

New haircut

There's a big part of me that is sure that I passed up my only shot at being truly happy, and I'm stuck settling for the rest of my life.

That thought sucks.

hiatus

The second you realize that you can relate to the fictional angsty boy billionaire love issues on a series that airs on the fuckin' CW...you need to take a step back and rethink your fuckin' priorities.

Which is what i'm doing.


peace out internet, i'll be back soon.

things of AWESOME

This is what I do in class when I should be paying attention. I find funny videos to post on my blog.

First we have the sheep. These are the most magical sheep I have ever seen. Not to mention the dogs. My god, whoever trained these dogs needs a medal. also, I wish I could get paid for manipulating sheep...wait...that came out wrong....




Second: Katee Sackhoff. Being adorable. AS always. I don't think I need to say more.



EDIT: This is what I do when I lose my homework the day before its due and it threatens my graduation...i find videos of joss being awesome and ignore my imminent failure as a person.



I'm sure i will add more things in between panic attacks. life is fun.

Best Conversation Ever

I just had the best conversation with Jeff about my Bowie obsession and how it defines my entire person.

and I quote:
Jeff: You wouldn't be Mugs if you didn't love Bowie.
I don't know what you'd be...
Just some weird little girl who should like Bowie, but doesn't.
That would be your whole identity!
And that's what everybody would talk about when they mention you...

Goalie fight

Sometimes people ask me why I like watching hockey. Sometimes I answer them with my serious voice. Sometimes...I show them shit like this:




The flying goalie attack is my fave.

I GOT IN TO VFS




that's all.

Why I Love Obama

Red Carpet Magistrate

Tomorrow is the greatest day of the year. It's my Christmas and Hunnukah and whatever other religious holiday wrapped into one. Yes ladies and gentlemen, it's Oscar night.

For those who don't know the Academy Awards trump all of my other obsessions. They trump comics and music and writing and fic and everything...I'd say movie but they sort of are movies...and I'd say Angelina Jolie but she's always there. ANYWAY...

So every year I throw an Oscar party. I can't remember the first one I threw. It was when I was young. Point is now I'm in charge. We have the same crowd every year: My younger cousin Danica, her mom Carolyn, my dad's cousin Brenda, my mom's best friend Sheryl, my sisters friend Kelly, my sister, my mom, me, and Beth. Beth is ditching us this year in favour of being on the other side of the country.

We gather in my basement, which I tend to decorate...my fave year was still when we dressed Buzz Lightyear in drag...ANYWAYS...we gather in the basement with food and ballots and sit and watch the whole thing.

I am aware that I'm the only one who takes it seriously. Most everyone else is more interested in what everyone is wearing than in who wins...and more importantly who deserves to win because they rarely coincide...the Lord of the Rings fiasco comes to mind.

The person who gets the most predictions right, also known as me, gets a prize and bragging rights for the whole year.

This year? Themed pizzas. That's right I have a pizza for Slumdog Millionaire, Frost/Nixon, the Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Milk, The Reader, and Doubt ('cause its the Streep). Have I gone overboard? yes, absolutely. But delicious pizzas are the result. Two sweet pizzas (dessert pizzas) and four savoury pizzas. I'm stoked. Everything is chopped and prepped and awesome.

As for my picks...this year I'm keeping them quiet. I've topped off at 42 out of the 50 movies nominated, two in foreign languages without subtitles...but I couldn't get a hold of the shorts. Still, it's four more than last year.

I'm stoked. I dunno if you can tell.

And it breaks my heart

I'm not a political person. But to quote Keith Olbermann, "this isn't about yelling and this isn't about politics. This is about the human heart."


"Fidelity": Don't Divorce... from Courage Campaign on Vimeo.

So when I created this blog I promised that I would never resort to angsty poetry or rants about my millions of crushes...I am only half-breaking the promise. No rants about crushes...and only one poem...and I wouldn't consider it angsty.
I hate posting my poetry. I don't write a lot and the stuff that I do write I'm never happy with. BUT, that being said, I was cruising my blog list when I read this, and it made me smile. And then my ego interrupted and reminded me that once, a long time ago, I wrote a poem that I'm quite proud of in the same vein and I thought that maybe someone might read it and smile. So...here:

A Nightmare kid I always was
screaming once the lights were off
the monsters 'neath my bed were real
on my toes their breath I'd feel
dark would seem extremely long
even though my nightlight shone
Monsters hid behind closed doors
Watching, drooling on the floor
Creaks of beasts kept me awake
Under the covers I would quake
Surely beasts would come and pounce
They'd gobble me up, ounce by ounce
Couldn't scream, not make a sound
Or from the shadows they would bound
Visions of terror danced in my head
Forever scared of waking up dead