Casting Calls

Some English dude is playing Superman?  Superman!  Henry Cavill from Jersey, Great Britain has been cast to fight for “truth, justice and the American way.”  Seriously?  He better be up to the task and get a damn good voice and diction coach.  Don’t get me wrong, I love the Brits but I also love Superman.  Ok, no one will be able to fill Reeves shoes but at least give it your best effort, Warner Bros.  Yes, I know Batman was played by a Welshman.  But the Bale films were good enough to make up for his shaky accent.  I must add that Bale’s lines were brief and his voice drastically affected when he donned the mask.  But that's okay because he’s Batman: dark, serious, and a laconic at times.  Superman, on the other hand is charming, witty, friendly; he was raised in Kansas for crying out loud! 

I’d also like to share my distaste for the casting of the latest Catwoman.  Seriously, Anne Hathaway?  The girl can’t even dance and Catwoman has moves.  She’s graceful, quick, slinky and she does it all while dressed in plastic, wearing high heels, and working a whip.  Did you see Hathaway try to dance in Bride Wars?  Poor thing, she was all limbs and elbows and she never even caught the beat.  I have much respect for Hathaway as an actress but girl is gonna need some help from a personal trainer, choreographer and a pole dancer.  Who would I rather see play Catwoman?  Jessica Biel or Rosario Dawson would be perfect.

Finally, I’d like to share my excitement about Hunger Games jumping from the YA section of book stores to the big screen, YAY!  Well, yay if they don’t f*#@) it up.  The story is innovative and captivating and you can’t help but become invested in the characters.  So who should play Katniss?  This is hard because we don’t have many teenaged bad ass actresses to choose from.  Saoirse Ronan could do it.  She’s starring in the film Hannah due out later this year; I think she plays a bad ass in that film…  Maybe Chloe Moretz from Kickass could do it but she might be too young and incapable of meeting the acting demands.  Maybe Mia Wasikowska or Willow Smith.  Ha!  Just joking about that last one; I wanted to throw in someone of color but who am I kidding. 

That’s my opinion, folks.  

Last night's stubby follicle incident

Ever wonder what would happen if you failed to recover a fallen eyelash in your eye?  Well, last night I stayed up late reading in bed.  I was tired and, by refusing to surrender the story I was immersed in, was forced to suffer several series of yawns and eye rubbings.  Eventually the warmth of the bed mixed with the lateness of the hour (and perhaps the fact that I had been up since 5:30 am) started to take hold of me.  I returned my book to its resting place and decided to succumb to one of my own.  Seconds later I felt a tickle in my right eye.  Having the unfortunate curse of short, stubby eyelashes I knew right away what the tickle signified.  I accepted that yet another eyelash had fallen victim to being trapped on the inside of my lower eyelid.  I made an effort to guide the eyelash to freedom from the confines of my warm and toasty blanket.  However, I was not successful.  I also was not willing to get out of bed to face the cold.  The next logical step was to ignore the tickle and go to sleep, which I did.  What happened to the lash?  Did it find its own way out?  Was its presence irritating enough to make my eyes water and flush it out?  None of the above.  

It became embedded in on the inside of my eyelid! I woke up this morning and felt the same tickling sensation.  This time I went to the bathroom to put an end to the annoyance.  What I found was a thin pink layer of – cells? Tissue? Mucosa?  Whatever, the inside of my eyelid had engulfed the eyelash!  But the layer was so thin that I could still see the eye lash!  The outline was curved, purple and freaky.  Thankfully it doesn’t tickle anymore but the fact that I know it is there has been driving me crazy.  I want it out.  I’ve tried using several q-tips, saline solution, and even my fingernail but it just won’t budge.  I think it’s a lost cause.  Therefore, I would like to extend my most sincere apologies to the lost eyelash…the one I couldn’t save.  It’s like when Atreyu couldn’t save his horse from the swamp in The NeverEnding Story. 

I wish I had a flying dog.        

PS: I have a theory that short lashes get caught inside the eyelid more often than long lashes.  I need volunteers to help with the research...

Four day weekend? Yes I Can!!!

Not working, no school, no homework (well maybe a little test prep but nothing big), no strict plans, except for the fun ones: hanging with friends, homemade cookies, Pinot Grigio, and a Dr. Who marathon, Whooo-hooo!  Jealous?

To celebrate my free time I decided to take three minutes to create a bucket list.  I’ve included everything that popped into my head (this list has not been edited - except for spellcheck).  I’m certain I have much more to add but I put a time limit on it so as not to get too carried away.  As you’ll soon see I better get into gear because I have a lot to do and can’t cross any of this stuff off my list yet.  

Travel to the UK to climb castle ruins (done as a child but want to do it again)

Eat my way through Spain, France, Italy, and Greece

Go shopping in Singapore

Run a marathon at Disney World

Open a primary care clinic

Learn to play the Guitar so I can…

…be the lead singer in a jazz punk rock band (do those exist?)

Create a genre of music called jazz punk rock and call it jrunk

Play roller derby under the name Death by Chocolate

Run a cupcake truck

Turn my primary care clinic into a one-stop health food, café, healthcare center, WHAT?!

Expand my accessory line, SewChet (yeah, that’s right, because I sew and crochet, you know you love it!)

Write a graphic novel with my best friend/partner/love and do my own illustrations

Rent a Winnebago for a country-wide road trip and make a documentary of my adventure

Make a second attempt at an adventure book club

Sing for money at an NY subway station

Learn to juggle while reciting Shakespeare (long-time goal of mine, I’ve only made it through “To be or not to be…”)

Play Velma Kelly just once…Community theater look out!

Time out!  Wish me luck (or give me money, hahaha).

Call me Kronos

Today I wish I had the power to control time.  I went through a lot of bullsh*! today and would have loved a fast forward feature.  If only I could have sped through my shift in the ED with all the nagging requests, foul body odors, cardiac arrests/stroke codes (seriously, after you’ve seen a few it isn’t fun anymore, it’s just sad), and the needy nurses (I so hope I don’t become one of them), how different my day would have been.  Actually, I’m thinking too small.  I could have also made my 45 minute drive to work take only 10 minutes, which would have allowed me more time to sleep.  Wait, I’m still thinking small.  I could have slowed down time while I slept and then sped through all the BS.  Damn, I could have worked a double shift with no problem at all (my wallet just said “holla”).  And that ridiculous 2.5 hour drive home in the snow could have so been a little burp instead of the major heartburn it turned out to be.  Okay, for real, can anyone tell me how I can get my hands on some super hero powers?  I’m willing to be dropped in a vat of acid, bit by a radioactive spider, and maybe even pushed out a window several flights high if the promise of super-human abilities is concrete.  I would also like to slow down time during the rest of this evening while I sit on the couch, drink too much wine, and watch movies with my hub-love.  Perhaps in the midst of all that we could take a trip to Europe and spend the remainder of the winter in the Greek Isles or on the French Riviera and not have to take  a single vacation day from work.  Oooh, I like that.  Of course I would have to use my impeccable influence on time to procure financial means for such activities.  How could I legally triple, who am I kidding, quadra-f’ing-driple my bank account using my super power to bend time without breaking the law (I am, after all, a super-human not a villain…at least I am today)?  Damn, kind of stuck on that one, any suggestions?  Anyone have a super-human power they wish they could have retained just for one day?

Ode to the Big Man Upstairs

Why are you so f*ing loud?  What are you dragging across your floor, aka my ceiling?  Surely you can hear the television because I can hear it and I’m not even in the same room or the same floor.  And it’s possible to walk without marching or is it your intention to stamp your foot through the floor, aka my ceiling?  

I am done with condo/apartment style living.  DONE.  I would like to vow, this 22^nd hour on the fourth day of the first month in the year 2011, that my next residence will be a single family home or, at the very least a free-standing condo (they do exist, found some in Hamden!).  To those of you who have known me since I moved to CT, you have heard me on countless occasions swear to not buying a house in this state on the basis of my inability to commit to staying here.  Well, I am chucking that philosophy out the window.  I still don’t know where I’ll be in two years, or five, but after my RN program ends, I will no longer be living under a poker den, above a deaf, elderly couple, beside a pot-head who loves to blast bad rap, or next to David the Gnome who makes noises I still haven’t been able to properly identify.  Okay, so I don’t live next to the David the Gnome but I used to live in a building with a guy who looked just like said gnome and who was also extremely noisy.  He made sounds that resembled something like running on a treadmill but if you ever saw the man, you wouldn’t consider that he had attempted or was even capable of such an activity.  

DONE.

Oh, yeah, and Happy 2011

Forgot to mention it earlier: Yay, 2011!  Well...I wish you all the best.  I do hope 2011 is as swift as its predecessor but perhaps with less sadness and losses.  I also wish I had something inspirational to say... I can't think of anything right now.  Rest assured when I do think of something, I will be sure to share it.

Good Luck

King George VI, aka, Prince Albert, aka the Duke of York, aka Queen Elizabeth II's daddy

If you've been mulling over whether to see The King's Speech, might I nudge you in the right direction?  Go see it!  It's an absolutely lovely film; it's brilliant really.  And I'm not just saying that so I can use British colloquialisms.  I enjoyed the experience and it was much more light-hearted than I had anticipated.  Oscar-bound for sure.  If you're an anti-Brit filmer (which is sad, really) then you might want to pass this up.  You might also give up ever acquiring an appreciation of the English language or intellectual comedy for that matter.  Oh wait, I didn't mean to type that; it was so judgmental, which isn't like me.  And yet, I can't bring myself to press the delete button.

G'day, love.