With a smack of ham

“There is a God,”

-Brandon, via G-mail chat, after sending me this link. He hates her so much. Maybe if you were from the south, you would, too.

I immediately regret this decision

I’m very sad that just yesterday I promised my half dozen readers that I would be posting my weight loss/gain progress/regress because today I got an unpleasant surprise. Earlier this week I saw that I had lost seven pounds over all, but that number has been reduced, as of this morning, back to five. That five… I can’t seem to move beyond it. Grrrr. I’ve been working on this since Oct. 12 and next week is Thanksgiving. But, losing five sure is better than gaining five more, and it’s a start. Yesterday I was on the elliptical machine for 50 minutes, and burned round 600 calories. You don’t do that three to four days a week and not lose anything, so I just have to keep at it.

Off to Cincinnati tonight. Tomorrow I am going to my friend Becca’s bachelorette party at our friend Rachael’s house. Then on Sunday, it’s attempt #2 on Abby’s video. We will have one hour to shoot it, as it has turned out, with everyone’s busy schedules. I am really going to have to keep everyone on task, including myself.

Very funny

Tomorrow I will be instating a new feature on The Sleeper Hit. If you are a person who is not particularly interested in weight loss, you will likely not care about it: the Friday Weigh-In. Creative name, right? Since I am currently weighing myself as often as once a day, I am cutting myself off. Once a week it is, for better or worse. Not counting the six times I’ve weighed myself this week. As I said before, I won’t be posting The Number, but I’ll share with you my progress. Or regress.

And now for something completely different: Earlier today I found this story via Monsterbeard and it’s fascinating. It’s a Chicago Tribune article about how women who are funny are extremely intimidating to men. As a result, female comedians (or at least those interviewed) often end up dating other comedians. It’s a good thing I’m not funny. Anyway, it really takes a close look at sexism not only within the industry, but also in everyday life. There is a stigma that women are looking for someone to entertain them, and men are in search of an audience to be amused by them. Hence, men are funny, women are not funny. Right? I disagree. Amy Poehler is my heroine.

Poehler actually spoke recently at a celebration for Glamour magazine’s women of the year awards, and said, “Girls, if boys say something that’s not funny, you don’t have to laugh.”

This topic ironically reminds me of this bad joke:

Q. How many feminists does it take to screw in a light bulb?

A. That’s not funny.

Exciting new project coming to Plum St.

Last week I proclaimed I would write ten pages of one of my screenplay ideas before this Friday. I ended up going home and doing it that night. I even started with my opening scene. So far, of my college script idea, I have a freshman girl being dropped off in front of a dorm, meeting her new roommate, taking a first-year tour, and meeting with her adviser. It sounds terribly boring now that I’ve put it like that, but hopefully the script itself is much more entertaining. I will be out of town for work tomorrow night but maybe I can get a few more pages done Thursday evening.

On Friday, I’ll be heading down to Cincinnati for one night only to help shoot Plum St.’s second commercial for KT’s Barbecue and Deli. This time, they’re getting paid. If you do good work for cheap (or even free) and show you’re committed to doing the best you can, you can prove yourself to a client who might be inclined to keep you on board long term and reward you for your efforts. Plum St. is demonstrating this excellently. Additionally, the guys ordered their brand new camera online last night, so on Friday I get to bring my baby back home!

Plum St. has more than commercial work lined up; two of their writers created a web series, and it’s pretty awesome. Much like “Paper Cuts,” this web series has a background in journalism. And lucky for it, Plum St. is actually hiring. The production company gave “Superhero Issues” the green light last week and we were all sent drafts of the first five episodes to write notes for. I’ve been wanting to read the scripts ever since I heard about the project and now that I have, I am pleased to say it will make for an extremely fun project. There’s a lot of wordplay in the writing and I hope the guys can find actors with the talent (and especially the comedic timing) to pull their well-written jokes off. Also, Brian asked me if I would be interested in guest directing one of the eight episodes, so if that pans out I’ll be even more enthused. More details to come.

One large cheese pizza

So, one of my two actors with speaking lines got sick Sunday morning, and we couldn’t find a replacement. We’ll be filming Abby’s video for class this Sunday instead. I felt pretty bad because Brad told me she baked a whole bunch of food for yesterday’s shoot to thank me for helping her out. Not to mention she’d made it to Cambridge before getting my message. Trying to do nice things for people will make you feel like a terrible person, as it turns out. The guilt…

I have been on the iPhone diet for over a month now and I have not lost more than that initial five pounds. I keep gaining and losing the same two pounds over and over, despite working out three four days a week and reducing my caloric intake to 1,500. I have a feeling it’s because I am cheating on the weekends, although I would think I would still be losing more despite that. Anyway. I am committed to trying harder, starting this morning. Brandon and I cleaned out our fridge over the weekend and bought only healthy groceries, but there’s still some (non-diet) pop left over from the meeting at my dad’s house that I have to resist. I did a very poor job resisting it (and a good deal of a large cheese pizza) over the weekend. Maybe I shouldn’t be so shocked about my lack of progress.

I got to get all dressed up for a gala on Saturday night. I was asked to do some freelance photography for a big environmental organization and they paid for my ticket to the dinner event. I took Brandon with me and we got to eat some good food and meet some really nice people. Sadly, we forgot to ask anyone to take our picture together, so the best I can do is a photo Brandon took of my hair, which I did myself for the night. Afterward, we went to the R Bar in the Arena District for Christine’s birthday party. We only stayed an hour or so and left around 10:30, and being near Nationwide Arena made me think of and miss my favorite hockey fans Doug and Chandra, so I called Chandra on the way home. I found out she applied to nursing school and has told her work she’ll be leaving at the end of the year. I am happy for her. She has had a hard time finding what she wants to do as a career, something I can relate to after years of being so sure. I told her I think she’ll be a great nurse; she is a good motivator and I can see her making people work hard to get better.

Thanksgiving is next week and Brandon and I will be going to Chicago like we did last year. I am very much looking forward to it. Last year, it was just me, Brandon, his brother and his dad, but this year since his mom is done with nursing school, she’ll be coming too, as well as Brandon’s other brother and sister-in-law. The gang’s all there! We might get to go see Second City, which is basically a dream come true for me. I’ve always wanted to see them, since they are considered a huge starting point for future stars of SNL.

Friday the 13th has nothing on Wednesday the 11th

Spending the day with Dad was a good idea. I’m glad he asked me to come down. The local authors meeting was pretty cool. I got to talk to other writers about my work and it felt good to have people listen and at least look interested, and they had some advice to give me on how to sell a screenplay. I can’t decide which screenplay to start first, the hotel one or the college one. I think both ideas would be fun/funny enough to keep me interested, and I have decided I want to have ten pages of one of them written by next Friday. I have scattered scenes written for both, but neither script has an opening scene at this point. Is it okay if I don’t start at the beginning? Too late. I want my laptop back. I’m going to have to borrow Brandon’s and take it to Cup O’ Joe for hours on end, like I did to finish “Beacon Alley” last winter.

All in all, Wednesday was kind of a good day. I probably didn’t need four hours in a car by myself, but I wasn’t feeling sorry for myself the whole time. Sure, I listened to a lot of music that made me think of my mom, including the song I posted yesterday by The Weepies. But I also listened to other music that cheered me up, like Guster and No Doubt. On my Facebook status that morning I posted a line from a Jordin Sparks song, “Tattoo,” a pop song that I am pretty sure isn’t about anybody dying, and I listened to Pink’s “Who Knew,” which I am pretty sure is. So what, I like pop music. Sue me. “Tattoo” came out around this time two years ago and it made me think of my mom then: “You’re still a part of everything I do; You’re on my heart just like a tattoo.” The Pink song came out around that time as well, and I can barely stand to listen to it: “If someone said three years from now, you’d be long gone, I’d stand up and punch them out, because they’re all wrong… I’ll keep you locked in my head, until we meet again.” On the way home, I listened to that My Chemical Romance CD, “The Black Parade,” which I got from Dennis last year. It took me by surprise at the time; somehow it made me feel better when I first heard it, and it still did on Wednesday. I remember I kind of poured my heart out to Dennis back then and he was really cool about it. So, thanks to Dennis for letting me ramble on via e-mail when I was in a new city with a new life and a big issue to come to terms with. And for all the awesome music, of course.

I read my entry from last year’s experience and I can see I fared much better this year. They say that first year is the hardest, which I can now say to be true, in my case. I got a lot of nice e-mails and notes from people who were thinking of me that day, and if you were one of them, I thank you for it. It would be awful to me if Nov. 11 came and went and no one remembered. I expect down the road it will be easier but these first couple years, it’s nice to know other people are remembering and thinking of her.

The Weepies, “World Spins Madly On”

Woke up and wished that I was dead
With an aching in my head
I lay motionless in bed
I thought of you and where you’d gone
And let the world spin madly on

And everything that I said I’d do
Like make the world brand new
And take the time for you
I just got lost and slept right through the dawn
And the world spins madly on

I let the day go by
I always say goodbye
I watched the stars from my windowsill
The whole world is moving but I’m standing still

Woke up and wished that I was dead
With an aching in my head
I lay motionless in bed
The night is here and the day is gone
And the world spins madly on

I thought of you and where you’d gone
And the world spins madly on

An unexpected project

This Sunday I will be making a short video for a class project as a favor. My high school friend Brad’s wife needs it for a psychology class. I’ve cast two parents and need two teenagers for the video which will be about “parental discord.” Since I am not a psych major I can’t elaborate on this. But what I gather from the script, it has something to do with parents who have traumatizing shouting matches in front of their kids. Since my own camera is still in the hands of those on Plum St., my wonderful aunt is letting me borrow hers for the day. We’ll be shooting from 2-4, in time to go to Studio 35 for their showing of “Blazing Saddles” on the big screen.

Tomorrow, on Black Wednesday, I will be going home to visit my dad, who is hosting a meeting of some local authors near our hometown. There is a surprising number of them in southeastern Ohio, and they like to meet up once in a while to discuss their current and/or future projects. So, instead of reading more back entries of Postcards From Yo Momma and laughing through the tears, I will be hopefully getting some inspiration to work on a screenplay. It’s about time I set myself a deadline. It’s easy to say, hey, I’m going to write a screenplay this fall and winter, but what do you do when it’s almost March and you’ve been hibernating all season?

This is the week

Long-time readers of this blog will remember that November is a bittersweet month for me. I mentioned that last week was my dad’s birthday, which is awesome, and he had a good day. So did I. But his birthday is also the prelude to a week later, November 11, a day I’d happily skip altogether each year. My mom died almost two years ago, and last year, it was a big deal because it was the one year anniversary, the first, and it meant something. I lived, and the next day came, and I kept going. Now, it’s been two years, and that’s not significant other than it means a year ago I was really sad because it had been a year since my mom died.

I am also “lucky” enough to have Veterans’ Day, November 11, off from work, this year, last year, next year. It probably was a good thing in 2008, the first anniversary, but every year after? That’s practically begging me to wallow in my misery every year. So we’ll see. Just a heads up. I’ll be at home on Wednesday but I won’t be much fun.