Dr. Cocoa Puffs

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Monday, April 23, 2007

Uhh, short term memory?

The other night I finally, after weeks and weeks of writer's block, had something I wanted to blog about. It was anything off the wall, nor a topic that was earth-shatteringly important. It was just a small blurb, but one that was quite funny. At least I found it funny. And my blog equals my humor, punks. You're just forced to laugh at my jokes. Well, as it's wont to do, laziness took it's toll, and I never got around to posting. And now I can't fucking for the life of me remember what the potential post was about. It's completely gone, leaving just a shell of a post that could have been but never will be. What the hell is up with that? Seriously, kids, I don't remember puffing enough magic dragon back in the day to warrant this ditziness. I'm going with the blonde.


Friday, April 20, 2007

Time warp dance

If I were in Kansas City tonight, I'd go see David Sedaris, who's only one of the funniest fucking writers on the face of the planet. Damn, why can't I time warp and be there? Damn, when did I turn into a geek who says things like time warp?

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Friday, April 13, 2007

Utter randomness

I haven't written a real entry in so frigging long I think my creative juices have dried up. Which is why I'm going to take an old writing tip and just write about whatever comes to mind in the hopes that something other than complete crap comes out. Please bear with me, however, should that be the case. Life is rather staid at the moment. I can't even call it boring as I've been meeting up with lots of friends and the three jobs thing is keeping me on my toes. It just seems, however, as if some spice is missing. Perhaps an acting project, ehh? Yes, actually. I'm in desparate need of that outlet. And the attention that comes with it, of course. I'm updating the ole resume (actually have a feature film on it now, ha ha) but I must, must get new headshots taken. The ones I have are of a girl who looks, how should we say this delicately, a bit different than the current Doctor:

It's amazing what changing the 'do and stressing off a few pounds can do to a person...
I'm still waiting on tape from the film, so I don't actually know how my scenes came out. Did I mention I got to scream a lot? And that I'm really good at screaming? Like really, really good? Maybe I should add that to my resume.
On a totally unrelated note: my younger sister's put up a page on myspace and I've noticed that a lot of other myspacers are in serious need of an internet design course. People, there's a reason simplicity rocks. If your internet site moves so much users get motion sickness, then it might be time to consult some layout tips. For the love of god, check out blurbomat or dooce for inspiration. Please.
God, did I just turn into a snobby blogger bitch? Why yes, I did. Fuck it. Being a bitch about this is probably the last on the list of grievances I'm accused of as Queen Bitch.
And I'm craving this cake but I'm too fucking lazy to get off my ass and bake it. One of the things I miss about the States is gooey chocolate frosting. The Vaterland here isn't too big on gooey chocolate frosting. Socio-political ramifications of such? Anyone?
A final note: By googling my real, non CocoaPuffs name, you'll find hits for my two grown up jobs, a few professional articles I've co-authored, an academic essay I once published and my imdb link. A bit schizophrenic, you might think. Welcome to my world. Honestly. I wake up some (ok, maybe a lot of) mornings and have no idea which identity is really me. It's like trying to figure out which shirt suits me best. Which one do you, dear reader(s), think I should wear?

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Saturday, April 07, 2007

Happy dead then alive baby Jesus day!

To fully celebrate the baby Jesus festival upon us, you really should go make these cookies.
The world is truly becoming a scarier place...