So I’m watching Mildred Pierce for the zillionth time. It’s one of my work/craft movies – you know, the kind you have seen so many times you don’t have to look at the screen to “watch” it. I mean how else can you really watch a flick when you’re stitching or knitting. For me these also include Aliens, Pillow Talk, Rear Window, Vertigo, The Man Who Knew Too Much, The Women, Gypsy, Auntie Mame, The Sound of Music, Working Girl, All About Eve, Carrie, Sleeping Beauty, Oklahoma, and… I dunno that’s all I can think of at the moment. I am watching a work movie and working like a busy little beaver. Ooo, Ann Blyth just made a knitting reference! What a perfect moment of Jungian synchronicity! Anyway it’s been a busy week, which is good, cuz when I have too much time I don’t work nearly hard enough. Oh wait--
“Get out, Veda. Get your things out of this house before I throw them into the street and you with them. Get out before I kill you!”
Man, Veda is such a bitch, but Mildred is such a doormat. Who do you root for? So getting back to my busy weekend: let me start by saying rabbit-rabbit. You have to say that on the first of each month for good luck. Of course, it only works if you’re the first to say it. I think if you’re the first one you know of, it still works. I need the good luck; trust me. My dad gets really competitive about the whole rabbit-rabbit thing, cept he sez it in Armenian to trick me: “nabasdagh-nabasdagh.”
BazBiz seems to be gaining new steam. I’m trying out this fancy new mailing list software. You may be reading this blog because of its last installment. Looks pretty fancy, but it took me quite a while to cobble together a couple simple announcements. Presentation is crucial though. I am sure it’ll get simpler each time. As long as we’re on the subject, drop me a line if you think you might like to volunteer and become part of the BazBiz Borg. Drop me a line at greg@bazaarbizarre.org and use “volunteer” as the subject line.
Do you watch America’s Next Top Model? Every time ANTM starts a new season or “cycle” as they term it, I’m hesitant to recommit. I always doubt my own emotional wherewithal to once again invest in 13 unknown hopefuls. Of course within 45 minutes I’m hooked. It doesn’t seem like there’s much “top” in Top Model anymore. This year the winning-spread is in Seventeen magazine. Is it me or is that on a significantly lower tier than Elle? Gilles Bensimon has jumped ship apparently. Seems like each season becomes more and more “down-market” to use a Tyra term. Anyway I like the weird twins that look like less irritating versions of D-list star of “The Craft” Robin Tunney (awful in Hollywoodland). The thing about ANTM that’s becoming the least tolerable, though, is the liturgical recitation of the prizes and processes.
Have you ever been to a 12-step meeting? Yall may know I’m a fuller-figured gal, and in the last year I went to a few Overeaters Anonymous meetings at the suggestion of a friend who found OA helpful. In OA, like any 12-step meeting, there is a bunch of this same kinda recitation of steps, promises, prayers, principals, slogans, and so forth. Now the “meat” of the meetings – the sharing and encouragement – was fine and even helpful, but I could not endure the culty repetitive droning. I mean once a week was enough to make me quit and some of these bitches go to multiple meetings every day? That’s what it feels like at the end of every episode of Top Model now. At least I can TiVo thru the boring crap.
I saw another celeb, and he was with the celeb I saw in my last entry! Michael Rappaport is that redhead dude from that hideous FOX show The War at Home and classic films like Higher Education. Anyway, he pulled up next to me on Los Feliz boulevard in a beamer, and seated in the passenger’s seat was that dude from Adventures in Babysitting! The one who lives in my building. Wild. My friend Paul claims I am often mistaken, but I have had really good luck at star sightings. Well “star” is prolly too strong a word, but “personality” might suffice. In a town like Los Angeles, I don’t think I actually see more than anyone else, but I just happen to recognize more. I mean consider the caliber of actor I usually spot: 9 outta 10 times I only know them from a guest role on Golden Girls. The other day (also on Los Feliz, curiously) I scoped Neil Patrick Harris of Doogie Howser fame, but Paul rebuffed my sighting.
My friend Josh (who’s a featured crafter in my book Bazaar Bizarre – which you should buy) pointed out something astounding to me the other day. You have to check out Americancraftsinstitute.org cuz apparently all us crafters are missing out on untold riches. The testimonials are pretty cool. Thanks for the heads-up, Josh!
Ok, I’m feeling clacked-out (clacking = typing). Mildred just walked out into the Los Angeles morning and the rest of her life so I need to pop in another DVD and do the dishes.
Before I go, however, I will leave you with this piece of crafty advice: if the best promo giveaway you can come up with is either a “fabric pendant” or a paperclip with a tacky pony bead on a ribbon, you may not have the most promising career in crafts ahead of you. In fact, I really hope that this compulsion for every single person who has ever picked up a crochet hook to instantly make a career of crafts fades, which I know is very odd coming from a queen who encourages crafty commerce. I just think a few people are trying too hard to make something work that just isn’t gonna happen – and I don’t want some huge craft backlash because of more than a few failed enterprises. Just remember that it’s totally ok to craft for your own enjoyment – I’m certainly not making any kind of living off of the crafts I make. Once upon a time I was this hot-shit violist. I got accepted to the best music school in the country, and thought if you did something “for fun” you were a total scrub. It took a long time, and it was a hard lesson to learn, but you’re really gonna end up hating something if you try and force a career out of it. I think if your love of crafting begins to infect others to the point where simple gift giving isn’t enough, then maybe you’ve got something you could work with. However, contrary to what Americancraftsinstitute.org would have you believe, learning a craft in order to cash in on some craze just ain't gonna pan out if your heart isn’t in it.
God, why do all these things end so depressingly? Well, it’s cloudy out, so I guess it fits.
“Get out, Veda. Get your things out of this house before I throw them into the street and you with them. Get out before I kill you!”
Man, Veda is such a bitch, but Mildred is such a doormat. Who do you root for? So getting back to my busy weekend: let me start by saying rabbit-rabbit. You have to say that on the first of each month for good luck. Of course, it only works if you’re the first to say it. I think if you’re the first one you know of, it still works. I need the good luck; trust me. My dad gets really competitive about the whole rabbit-rabbit thing, cept he sez it in Armenian to trick me: “nabasdagh-nabasdagh.”
BazBiz seems to be gaining new steam. I’m trying out this fancy new mailing list software. You may be reading this blog because of its last installment. Looks pretty fancy, but it took me quite a while to cobble together a couple simple announcements. Presentation is crucial though. I am sure it’ll get simpler each time. As long as we’re on the subject, drop me a line if you think you might like to volunteer and become part of the BazBiz Borg. Drop me a line at greg@bazaarbizarre.org and use “volunteer” as the subject line.
Do you watch America’s Next Top Model? Every time ANTM starts a new season or “cycle” as they term it, I’m hesitant to recommit. I always doubt my own emotional wherewithal to once again invest in 13 unknown hopefuls. Of course within 45 minutes I’m hooked. It doesn’t seem like there’s much “top” in Top Model anymore. This year the winning-spread is in Seventeen magazine. Is it me or is that on a significantly lower tier than Elle? Gilles Bensimon has jumped ship apparently. Seems like each season becomes more and more “down-market” to use a Tyra term. Anyway I like the weird twins that look like less irritating versions of D-list star of “The Craft” Robin Tunney (awful in Hollywoodland). The thing about ANTM that’s becoming the least tolerable, though, is the liturgical recitation of the prizes and processes.
Have you ever been to a 12-step meeting? Yall may know I’m a fuller-figured gal, and in the last year I went to a few Overeaters Anonymous meetings at the suggestion of a friend who found OA helpful. In OA, like any 12-step meeting, there is a bunch of this same kinda recitation of steps, promises, prayers, principals, slogans, and so forth. Now the “meat” of the meetings – the sharing and encouragement – was fine and even helpful, but I could not endure the culty repetitive droning. I mean once a week was enough to make me quit and some of these bitches go to multiple meetings every day? That’s what it feels like at the end of every episode of Top Model now. At least I can TiVo thru the boring crap.
I saw another celeb, and he was with the celeb I saw in my last entry! Michael Rappaport is that redhead dude from that hideous FOX show The War at Home and classic films like Higher Education. Anyway, he pulled up next to me on Los Feliz boulevard in a beamer, and seated in the passenger’s seat was that dude from Adventures in Babysitting! The one who lives in my building. Wild. My friend Paul claims I am often mistaken, but I have had really good luck at star sightings. Well “star” is prolly too strong a word, but “personality” might suffice. In a town like Los Angeles, I don’t think I actually see more than anyone else, but I just happen to recognize more. I mean consider the caliber of actor I usually spot: 9 outta 10 times I only know them from a guest role on Golden Girls. The other day (also on Los Feliz, curiously) I scoped Neil Patrick Harris of Doogie Howser fame, but Paul rebuffed my sighting.
My friend Josh (who’s a featured crafter in my book Bazaar Bizarre – which you should buy) pointed out something astounding to me the other day. You have to check out Americancraftsinstitute.org cuz apparently all us crafters are missing out on untold riches. The testimonials are pretty cool. Thanks for the heads-up, Josh!
Ok, I’m feeling clacked-out (clacking = typing). Mildred just walked out into the Los Angeles morning and the rest of her life so I need to pop in another DVD and do the dishes.
Before I go, however, I will leave you with this piece of crafty advice: if the best promo giveaway you can come up with is either a “fabric pendant” or a paperclip with a tacky pony bead on a ribbon, you may not have the most promising career in crafts ahead of you. In fact, I really hope that this compulsion for every single person who has ever picked up a crochet hook to instantly make a career of crafts fades, which I know is very odd coming from a queen who encourages crafty commerce. I just think a few people are trying too hard to make something work that just isn’t gonna happen – and I don’t want some huge craft backlash because of more than a few failed enterprises. Just remember that it’s totally ok to craft for your own enjoyment – I’m certainly not making any kind of living off of the crafts I make. Once upon a time I was this hot-shit violist. I got accepted to the best music school in the country, and thought if you did something “for fun” you were a total scrub. It took a long time, and it was a hard lesson to learn, but you’re really gonna end up hating something if you try and force a career out of it. I think if your love of crafting begins to infect others to the point where simple gift giving isn’t enough, then maybe you’ve got something you could work with. However, contrary to what Americancraftsinstitute.org would have you believe, learning a craft in order to cash in on some craze just ain't gonna pan out if your heart isn’t in it.
God, why do all these things end so depressingly? Well, it’s cloudy out, so I guess it fits.
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Veda rocks! What a train wreck...
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