dramaturgy: ([Misc] Rocking out.)
So, I officially quit life on Sunday after my grandmother sent me a forward that started with a rape joke. (If you rape a prostitute, is it rape or shoplifting? GET IT? SINCE PROSTITUTES ARE PAID FOR SEX WHEN YOU TAKE IT WITHOUT PAYING, IT'S SHOPLIFTING. HUR HUR.) I replied all and said, "It's rape. Also it's not funny. I thought a former cop would know better." (It was forwarded to her by an online friend who is a former cop.) I haven't heard from her since then so my guess is that she's pulling the "Well, I'm old, and I get to say what I want because I was brought up ~in a different time." Yeah, that old chestnut. GRANDMA. YOU WERE BORN IN 1935, BUT THE ACTUAL FOR REALS MIDDLE AGES. Whatever. She also says "coloreds" and "the gays" and I know I should feel bad because she doesn't get around so well and is probably lonely, puttering around her house all day, but I really don't think that's an excuse. And it makes me mad.

So I quit life around 9:45 AM, climbed into the shower and cried until I ran out of hot water, and then climbed back into bed and started rewatching Ugly Betty. But it really wasn't just that. It was just the straw that broke the camel's back.

This whole business with Gabrielle Giffords and the assassination attempt has just left me heartsick and upset. (I will admit to having The Ballad of Czolgoz and the rest of Assassins running through my head for most of the day on Saturday; I am not a perfect person.) I watched the guy's YouTube channel and it's way fucking creepier than any horror movie I've ever seen. The fact that one of the people dead is a nine year old girl who had just been elected to her student council and taken because she was interested in public service and things of that nature AND had been born on 9/11 (ACTUAL 9/11, not a 9/11 since then, HER MOTHER WAS IN THE HOSPITAL GIVING BIRTH ON 9/11/2001) is just the frosting on a very depressing cake.

Then I find out that Sarah Palin had a campaign ad that was basically a hit list and a map with crosshairs on the congressional districts of those on the list and Gabrielle Giffords was on that list. I was disgusted but unfortunately not shocked. And I know that Sarah Palin didn't put the gun in the guy's hand and say "Go for it!" but if I had made that list and that map, we would not be having this conversation right now because the FBI would have broken a land speed record getting to my house AND I WOULD NOW BE IN FBI CUSTODY. You know what, I damn well don't care about Sarah Palin. My hatred peaked sometime last year and right now I'm just sick of her. I think she's stupid and irrelevant at best and dangerous at worst. When you tell your followers to reload, not retreat and show them a hitlist of politicians you don't like, well... even if the Loughner guy didn't care about her, she needs to be fucking called out to explain herself for that ad.

And it's not just her. Everyone who adds to the rhetoric of hate in this country needs to STOP IT and first of all, use their words, and second of all, USE WORDS THAT DON'T INCITE VIOLENCE AGAINST OTHER PEOPLE. I'll be first to admit I'm guilty of it, and it's usually in hyperbole -- how many times this semester did I say I was going to fucking kill my kids? I would never actually. But if all 35 of them had suddenly wound up DEAD I would have been the link between them all and I would have looked pretty damn guilty. At the risk of sounding stupid... with great power comes great responsibility. And your words mean something.

Also, whoever it is that tweets as President Bartlet just made me angry by refusing to acknowledge Sarah Palin should be held responsible. (Toby Ziegler, however, did not disappoint me. Toby has always held a place in my heart, the old curmudgeon. ♥) Seriously, stop turning my fictional hero into an apologist. (I know he's not REAL or anything, so this is kind of stupid, but seriously. [livejournal.com profile] bad_rpers_suck, that's all I'm saying.

Also in the Disappointing Me Thoroughly camp is Jonathan Mandell, aka NewYorkTheater. He writes about theatre for an independent online news source, and occasionally has quoted me in his articles for some of the off the cuff things I say about theatre. I generally like and agree with things that he has to say and quite frankly it's nice to be able to tweet theatre at someone who will tweet you back (although I have had certain people Tweet me back before -- not the point). BUT.

Recently, Bono saw Spider-Man for the first time. Awesome, right? Well. Jenn Damiano was apparently quoted as saying that he had enjoyed himself watching the show. (I am paraphrasing here, but that is pretty much what was said.) Things went apeshit. I was like, "Aw, that's great!" and Mandell tweeted, "He shouldn't be enjoying the show, he should be working on it so WE can enjoy it." (Again, I'm paraphrasing, but that is very close to the actual wording.)

Uh, first of all:
1. That is the most entitled, audience-centric thing I have heard in a long time, and
2. So artists aren't allowed to take pleasure in what they produce?
3. When I saw it, the music wasn't what I thought needed working on.

I tweeted as much to him (well, the second point, I couldn't find a nice way to phrase the first one and the third one is just a can of worms) and he replied (see, so at least he replied) that, "it implies he's a spectator and not an active member of the process." Um. Well, now I think people are just looking for something to bitch about for Spider-Man since nobody else has been injured and reviews aren't officially being made until the show opens next month. Way to take something an actress said and blow it out of proportion.

Anyway. Better news! I hear they're working on a new finale, and T.V Carpio became Arachne. I feel honored to have seen it as early as I did (the fourth preview) and can't wait to go back. Also, Michael Mayer and Billie Joe Armstrong are talking about making American Idiot into a movie (which could be awesome or be horrible) and want to work on an original project together. I hope he remembers my resume. :x
dramaturgy: ([AI] St. Jimmy.)
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I don't actually have a smart answer for this one. I just wanted the stupidity to spread.
dramaturgy: ([Misc] I am never going to work again)
I have been trying to get an exam copy of the textbook I'm supposed to be teaching. Yes, I went ahead and bought a regular copy 'cause I didn't know what else to do, but then I had a thought, since I am an anxiety-riddled twentysomething who is not happy unless she has something to hyperventilate about (as though my discovered money troubles of yesterday weren't enough): what if there is stuff I NEED in the exam copy? So I tried again to order the book, except their website has a malfunction. It won't let me list my appropriate department at SB. So I decided to contact support which, it turns out, I CAN'T DO because every time it fails to connect.

ARGH.

I'm pretty lucky, because as far as the money thing goes, I have a family that's not going to let me founder into crippling penury. I said I wanted to be a dramaturg and they said, "Awesome! I have no idea what that is, but go for it!" And I said, "Neither do I! But I guess we'll find out!" Fuck this. I give up. You win, life.

Day 15 - A song that describes you

Some days I'm like this:



And some days I'm like this:



Today I think I'm more like this:



List )
dramaturgy: ([DW/T] Peek!)
So I just found out that I am teaching a Theatre 101 class next year. I was kind of expecting that, it's true, but:

1. I found out by searching for my name as instructor name in the online thing. Not by a department member saying "X, Y, and Z will be instructing our 101 classes." Nothing. Nada. I have no e-mail, no personal contact, no phone call, no nothing. Call me old fashioned but it seems like I should have been the first to know.
2. What the fuck do you teach in 101 anyway? At Coe, 101 was for students who weren't theatre majors but wanted a class to fulfill their Fine Arts credit who wanted something less strenuous than Acting I.
3. Directing I, which I have to take to graduate the program, is at the SAME FUCKING TIME as the class that I am teaching. I know, I know, Liz it's not all about you, but I don't know. It's just another pain in my ass.
4. I am going to be the worst fucking teacher in the world.

Just another reason this place is pissing me off.

Anyway.

My presentation's done, and I'm going to do NOTHING tonight, except write my Mentalist recap if there's a new ep tonight. I am going to party with Jose because it is Supernatural's 100th episode tonight. Can I afford to? No. Not really, but if I don't want to lose my fucking mind I don't really think I have a choice.
dramaturgy: ([SPN] Drank a liquor store.)
There is nothing quite so unhappy as feeling superfluous and unheeded. This started last night when I got a reply to an e-mail I sent Steve on Thursday night -- or maybe Friday. Anyway, to set the stage, our New Play Development Workshop class is holding a ten minute play contest since apparently that seemed like a good idea. Well we're down to like the last ten or so plays we want to consider and so we want to bring in actors to do a cold reading, just so we can hear how it sounds. So this is the e-mail I sent him:

I have an actor for class! His name is Nicholas T******, he's in Joe Jeffrey's Theatre in New York class with Jackie and me. His e-mail is nicksemail@ic.sunysb.edu if you need/want to give him more info -- I told him Monday 12-3 but I'm not sure if you have any further instructions or not.

Have a good weekend,
Liz


And this is the reply I got last night:

Liz,

Thanks. If you have Nicholas T******'s contact info, and he interested, ask him to come to class on Monday.
I hope we get a few more.


WHAT. I just. When you get a response like that, you feel like you make as well be dancing around naked, beating a teakettle with a wooden spoon.
dramaturgy: ([DW/T] Ten and glasses.)
More in the Things Are Not Going My Way Today saga.

First I couldn't bring up the car insurance documents to fax to the dealership -- because I need proof of insurance before I can drive the car away. Fine, no problem. So I call the guy because I don't have their fax number on me, and he asks me if it's a New York insurance card. I say no, because, well, it isn't. The insurance is Iowa, because we decided I was going to go on my parents' since it was cheaper by a lot. I didn't know that we could do that and I was confused but when I asked if it would be a problem with the car registered in my name here in New York, and he said it wouldn't. So I shrugged, said okay, and we moved along.

So my dad put my car on his insurance, although with me as a college student still in Iowa because that's the only way it would let him do it. Ergo, Iowa insurance card. Well I talked to him and he said that if we do things that way it would have to be registered and plated as an Iowa vehicle.

And then he's shocked when I start to get upset. Of course I'm upset. I'm not upset because it won't work that way, I'm not upset because of the snag, I'm upset because this is exactly what I asked about two weeks ago.

ARGH.
dramaturgy: ([SPN] Chuck/Becky!)
To Do )

Val and I went to see New Moon because her roommates bought tickets but then they didn't want to go. It was DEFINITELY worth it. I actually liked it better than the first one, I thought it was a lot better. I credit this to the fact that they had a bigger budget and they didn't put that nasty blue filter on everything. MICHAEL SHEEN was everything I could have wanted in an Aro and more. I'll stop myself there, but. Wow. VOLTERRA WAS VOLTERRA! THE SNOZZBERRIES TASTE LIKE SNOZZBERRIES! And the ending was perfect. XD

Perhaps even better was the impromptu theatre that was created when the fire alarm went off and we had to evacuate the theatre. First, some people refused to leave the theatre, and then the epic whining began while we were waiting outside for the firetrucks to do their thing. We eventually got to go back in and. Well:
[02:39] [livejournal.com profile] dramaturgy: Oh god. And then we were being let back in the theatre, so we were waiting for the movie to get started again.
[02:39] [livejournal.com profile] dramaturgy: When this group of tweens in the middle of the theatre start "ED-WARD *clap clap* ED-WARD *clap clap*"
[02:39] [livejournal.com profile] dramaturgy: And pretty soon we get, "JA-COB *clap clap* JA-COB *clap clap"
[02:40] [livejournal.com profile] thinkatory: *dead*
[02:40] [livejournal.com profile] dramaturgy: I WISH I WAS MAKING THIS UP, KITTY.
[02:40] [livejournal.com profile] thinkatory: SO DO I
[02:40] [livejournal.com profile] thinkatory: OH MY GOD YOU CANNOT MAKE THIS SHIT UP
[02:40] [livejournal.com profile] thinkatory: That is. XD
[02:41] [livejournal.com profile] dramaturgy: I was like DEAR GOD IT'S GOING TO BE A BLOODBATH.

Oh and there was more ~drama tonight. Honestly I think we're all at the end of the semester and we all need a nap and a juicebox but none of us are getting either so we're just cranky.
dramaturgy: ([Glee] Rachel is a hot Jew.)
I'm SO glad we've reached the Really Weird, Vivid Dreams portion of getting back on my fluoxetine. However, I don't appreciate it so much when I wake up and can no longer tell you what day it is.

Also, while I'm marginally on the subject of Glee by using an icon, can I mention how excited I am for the Matthew Morrison rendition of "Don't Stand So Close To Me"? Favorite Police song ever. Possibly over "Every Breath You Take." Although I will admit that the amount of times I have listened to "Spirits in the Material World" is probably disgustingly high and not right.
dramaturgy: ([Glee] Don't Stop Believing.)
As I said on Twitter, JONATHAN GROFF ON GLEE IS LITERALLY THE BEST NEWS I HAVE HEARD ALL FREAKING DAY. I HAVE BEEN UP SINCE SEVEN AND IT HAS GONE STEADILY DOWN HILL. THANK YOU FOR MAKING MY DAY, FOX, AND THANK YOU TO BEE FOR TWITTERING THE NEWS.

INSTEAD OF WEEPING BECAUSE TODAY WAS AWFUL, I AM WEEPING BECAUSE TODAY WAS AWFUL AND I'M SO EXCITED TO SEE THAT SUCKER ON TELEVISION. MAYBE THEY WON'T HAVE TO CUT HIS PLOTLINE SHORT AND KILL HIM BY RUNNING HIM INTO A TREE, THANKS A LOT ONE LIVE TO LIVE.





ALSO JOSS IS GOING TO GUEST DIRECT. THIS ALSO MAKES ME HAPPY.
dramaturgy: ([SPN] Sam!Lucifer)
1. I can be a small person in the worst way.

2. Housing said someone's going to be moving in here with me. I have no idea who or when, so who knows. When I come back from work tomorrow I just might have a roommate again. Me no likey.

3. I got back from the city last night about 11:30 and there was a note on my door saying that the locks on my door had been changed so I had to go exchange my key. Except of course the office was closed at that hour, so I had to go to the RA on duty and she let me in with the master key.

4. The ceiling in my kitchen is still leaking, almost a week later.

5. The people who have my computer to repair it said they were going to probably call on Tuesday to tell me what was wrong with it. Tuesday came and went and I still haven't heard from them. I'm beginning to get annoyed.

6. I need a nap. Is it too late for a nap?
dramaturgy: ([Heroes] Sandra + Mr Muggles.)
NO.

NO. NO. NO.

ON THE SYLLABUS IT SAYS RESEARCH PAPER. NOWHERE ON THERE DOES IT SAY ANYTHING ABOUT PRESENTATIONS. IT SAYS A THREE TO FIVE PAGE RESEARCH PAPER. FIVE PAGES IS WHAT I HAVE. IF YOU WANTED A PRESENTATION YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME MORE THAN 36 HOURS BEFORE THE CLASS AND 60 HOURS BEFORE I HAVE ANOTHER PRESENTATION DUE.

THIS. THIS IS BULLSHIT.
dramaturgy: ([Heroes] Drunk.)
So I watch The Biggest Loser because I get addicted. Hopelessly addicted. Also because I like to watch Jillian go totally batshit crazy and emotionally damage the contestants. But last week my eyebrows had to raise. They lined up the contestants and told them they had a choice: they could cross the line and get a two pound advantage at the weigh in, BUT they would have to spend the week exercising without the trainers. And if nobody took it, the stakes were going to go up. And the lady who took it eventually took it at two pounds because she said that she didn't want another team to have it, or have it at four pounds, or six pounds, or eight. Which seems perfectly reasonable to me. It's risky but a smart way to play.

So then they meet with the trainers and of course they go CRAZY. So, wait. The trainers didn't know that the show was going to do this? They had no way of knowing that? Is this system so completely weird and corrupted that the contestants are going to be punished for playing a smart game? Choices is one thing, but putting them all in the high pressure situation and then having their choices be lose-lose like that and then having them looked down on for that choice.

Seriously. I get what they're trying to do but it doesn't seem like a good system.
dramaturgy: ([Heroes] Future!Peter)
I came back from work and my roommate told me she was moving out, she was on the waiting list to get into Chapin which has single rooms. I am kind of floored, maybe this is God's way of telling me I am not fit for human company, because at the moment I really kind of have to agree. I don't know if I'll be getting a new roommate or not, I'm going to e-mail the lady in charge and ask.

I don't know why they make "going green" such a big deal on campus and then ignore me when I bring my own canvas bag for groceries, but there is a certain amount of irony to it that I am not totally blind to.

Cut for spoilers of SPN 5x04. )
dramaturgy: ([SPN] One of those days.)
Good god, I forgot what it meant to be exhausted in the brain.

I finished my presentation even though Michael insisted on being a douchebag and splitting up the presentation so I had to pull stuff out of my ass about Egmont. And pull stuff out of my ass I did.

So my body's doing the annoying thing again when I am zzzzzzzz sooooo tired so I lay down to go to sleep and I lay there for an hour or so instead of dropping off. I don't know what to try to cure that since I haven't had time to put my Google fu to work on anything but sturm und drang.

And I've been accused of being angry with someone and hostile. Apparently when you introduce yourself as Miss Mary Sunshine and then become Miss Mary Go Fuck Yourself for a day or two it means you suddenly hate someone. I don't really hate a specific someone, I am just shall we say mildly annoyed with things. So I pulled myself out of bed for a 9:00 graduate population meeting, because apparently we're all in high school and instead of speaking up when something is bothering us or talking to a professor separately or to each other we need an actual meeting time for airing these things. So yeah, I'm a little pissy when I get there, and when you breeze in JUST as the meeting is about to end and I have eighty things to do, yeah. I'm going to sigh a little. And when everyone wants all of my attention OMG RIGHT NOW it's going to tick me off.

Also? I am just trying to survive my first semester of grad school. I feel like I am barely keeping my head above water with all the shit I have to do and it's only going to get worse, so no. I don't want to hear about the fucking Cabaret one more time and participate in "new works." I want to do my homework in peace and GO TO BED.

I should probably apologize for being impatient and showing it, but I don't deal with stress very well and there is a lot of stress right now. And I'm not going to apologize for not acting all happy shiny face when I'm not.

And trust me, if I'm angry at you, you are never going to know it. Because I am not a confrontational person and if I am asked I will categorically deny any and all feelings of anger.

I wish we had a break coming up and I weren't 1000 miles from my mommmy. I think I'm going to go cry in the restroom now.

I think this weekend I will take time and finish my Castiel moodtheme. He's been making some awesome faces on the show.
dramaturgy: ([SPN] Here to save you?)
So I'm chillaxing with my last xanax on the off campus housing website, and the contact name for one of the rooms to rent is Lucy Lu.

Seriously. I couldn't make this up if I wanted to right now.
dramaturgy: ([DW/T] Armed.)
Okay, I was willing to give RTD the benefit of the doubt, but after reading this article I can only say, what an asshole.
dramaturgy: ([Panic] Sins Not Tragedies.)
Received: One e-mail from Brooklyn College going "DUDE YOUR APPLICATION IS INCOMPLETE ARE YOU GONNA APPLY?"
Wasted: Five minutes going "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON, DON'T ANY OF YOU PEOPLE TALK WITH ONE ANOTHER?" Now I know why there are so many Brooklyn jokes. BECAUSE THEY ALL DESERVE THEM.
Sent: One e-mail from me explaining the situation as I understood it, including pertinent details of my road trip to Coe last week.
Still Worried About: Whether or not my checking account is going to be empty when they ACTUALLY STOP HOLDING ON TO MY CHECK. I hate my life.

I repeat. I am never getting into grad school.
dramaturgy: ([DW/T] Harveywallbanger.)
I'm not feeling well today. And I'm hungryish but a) I can't get up from the couch to find anything and b) if I eat a big something I'll ruin dinner. If there is dinner. It's usually a 50-50 shot during the week in this house.

I'm almost finshed with the first season of Supernatural, and I love it. I love all of the Winchester boys together, all three of them. I kind of know what happens because I've been very casual about avoiding spoilers. I figured I'd see the show eventually, but I didn't know when. So yes, I love the three Winchesters, and how even though they haven't had too much screen time together, the relationship between the three of them is crystal clear -- I mean, details and all are somewhat more fuzzy. Cutting because I'm starting to ramble. )

Currently I'm breaking from watching Supernatural to watch Dr. Phil, and they are talking about ~*teen trends. Currently it's text messaging. This one girl sent 14,000ish text messages in a month and the parents are at a loss. HERE'S A CLUE, SHE'S THIRTEEN AND YOU'RE HER PARENTS. TAKE THE CELL PHONE AWAY. God, even I can tell you that. Honestly, I think if parents took a little responsibility for the things their kids had access to, half of the problems we have would solve themselves. Like take these questions from the mom of a teenaged boy who texted 120,000 times in three months.

"Is texting the teenage form of alcoholism?"
No. Alcoholism is the teenage form of alcoholism.

"Is this an obsessive-compulsive behavior that I should worry about?"
Seriously?

And now here's this one twelve-year-old girl who's sending nearly naked photos of herself and sending them to her boyfriend and inappropriate text messages, etc. They're worried! Of course they are.

TAKE. THE. CELL. PHONE. AWAY. Does she keep finding the phone and take it back? DESTROY IT. TERMINATE YOUR CONTRACT WITH THE COMPANY. WHATEVER IT TAKES.

Maybe this is just me speaking, but if that were me in my teenaged years -- hell, if that were me NOW -- my phone would be gone before I could even start explaining myself, and I would probably also lose other privileges. I mean, really.
dramaturgy: ([Mentalist] Well.)
Why is it that every time I have to work in Davenport, there is ~*winter weather*~ on the way?

PATRICK JANE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE THE ANSWERS.

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