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With a concept inspired by Shawn Lea at Everything and Nothing, the self-interview provides the opportunity to answer questions originally posed to someone else.
I’m taking the following questions from 20 Questions with documentary filmmaker Jenn Garrison on Quirkee.com.
In Tom’s family, we all give stuff to the kids and the TomParents for Christmas, but among the siblings and siblings-in-law, we draw names. Among the many gifts I got from KT, who drew my name this year, this ornament which I posted about back in November sometime should be my favorite, and I do love it!
But I think my favorite has to be my Janet Jackson headset, because now I can have those hours-long phone conversations with Jim without tears over my strained neck. Yay!
Thanks, KT!
Today’s button, an illustration of Santa unchaining a dog, is brought to you courtesy of DOGS DESERVE BETTER. DDB is a nonprofit organization dedicated to freeing the chained dog and bringing our “best friend” into the home and family.
Tired. Very tired. Best I can do.
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Yesterday, I told you that I deleted Christmas. Imagine my horror when I opened my e-mail today to find that CHRISTMAS HAD WRITTEN AGAIN! Of course, immediately, the voice in my head said, “Christmas is e-mailing from inside the house!”
Can this be far behind?
I just got mail from “Christmas.” I didn’t open it. I DELETED CHRISTMAS! Even if children all over the world cry, I believe the employees of Walgreen’s will thank me because there’ll be no more of those things that play Christmas music if you walk by them or press a button on them.
Somewhere in this room is the thing that is giving me a headache. You know those little inserts that come in your department store bills or Foley’s Macy’s sale catalogs and are scented with a cologne or perfume? Those cloying little bastards are torment for me. I can smell one, but I can’t find it.
Maybe this is how the universe is repaying me for deleting Christmas.
This morning among other errands, I got my oil changed. Okay, not MY oil. My car, Jet’s, oil. As I sat in the oil-changing place (part of the local car wash, but I’m opting to hold off on the car wash because our weather sucks*), I watched the most diverse set of men (all men) meet each other, talk business, exchange cards, and begin deals. These were men who probably would never have met one another in the normal course of their business days. If I made documentaries, I’d have asked if I could follow them from here on out to see what Great Things come from this morning’s discussions.
I guess in Houston, City of Automobiles second only to L.A., businesses that cater to cars are our version of the small-town coffee shops where men who were my father’s contemporaries used to network.
It was a relief to know people still talk to each other without a headset or a monitor.
*Since I wrote this, our weather today has been sensational. Houston, you owe me a big freaking thank-you. If I would have gotten that car wash, you’d be driving through a rainy, gloomy rush hour later.
You asked how I felt about this possibility. So here are my rambling thoughts:
1. I’m not a fan of biopics in general, especially of legendary entertainers, and also when the entertainers are still alive.
2. When someone is unique in the way Stevie Nicks is, it takes a lot of talent for an actor to make the role her own and yet still evoke the subject of the biopic.
3. Could anyone ever really play Stevie better than Stevie plays Stevie?
4. One thing I like about Stevie is that she has brown eyes. Whoever plays her should either have brown eyes or wear brown contacts, or I’ll be bitter.
5. Going back to No. 2, when actors are celebrities because of their real-life “activities” rather than famous for their acting skills, who they are tends to distract from who they play. It’s like Madonna syndrome. It was never the thought that “OMG, I can’t WAIT to see Madonna act; she’s so good at it,” that sent me to a Madonna movie. I see her movies because it’s Madonna, and when I’m watching her, except for “Desperately Seeking Susan,” I always know I’m watching Madonna, not her character. Which is okay. I like watching Madonna. I even liked watching Madonna play Evita. But Eva Peron is dead, she was never the object of my star worship, and–in one scene, Eva’s brown eyes turn Madonna-blue. SEE?
All that being said, Tina Fey, who is someone I like, once said really glowing things about Lindsay Lohan’s talent. Unfortunately, her talent has generally been eclipsed by her behavior. Also, Tina was promoting a movie at the time; it’d have been stupid for her to say anything else.
So, final analysis? I don’t really want to see a Stevie Nicks biopic anyway, and Lindsay is a hard sell for me. But if it happens and she proves me wrong, I’ll buy you Billy Idol’s third or fourth Christmas CD.