Calling all Pirates...

My college roommate (we will call her "C") is currently working on the movies PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN II & III. She sent the following casting call to me earlier today with the comment, "If anyone has any peg-leg-ed friends with wandering eyes be sure to let them know..."

Casting for Pirates Of The Caribbean
Pirates Of The Caribbean III will begin production August 2005 and shoot thru the middle of next year.
We are holding an open casting call for extras on
Saturday, July 30th 2005.
11:00am to 3:00pm
The Ricardo Montalban Theatre
formerly The Doolittle Theater
1615 North Vine Street
Los Angeles, Ca 90028
Please call (818) 725-2905 for daily updates or keep checking this website.
A map to the location will be posted soon

We are currently ONLY looking for the following types.

Pirates:
Extreme characters and hideously unattractive types, ages 18-50. Odd body shapes or very lean to extremely skinny. Missing teeth, wandering eyes and serial killer looks with real long hair & beards. Wigs & makeup are not what we're looking for. We also need little people, very large sumo wrestler types, extremely tall or extremely short people, albinos, amputees. Any size or shape that is NOT average is best. All ethnicities. Mostly men, very few women.

Asian Men & Women:
We need tons of Asian people of all ages and types to play Townspeople, Shopkeepers, Prostitutes, Pirates etc. All shapes, sizes and ages over 18.


If you are not one of these specific types
please do not attend the open call.
We are not seeking anyone that does not fit the above specifications. This means if you are not Asian or are not an extreme character type, you will not be seen at the open call. You can mail in a submission or drop off a photo at our office.

If you attended our first open casting call in December 2004, you need not attend. We are still working with those submissions. Please only attend if you have changed your look or your phone numbers and fit the specifications.

Introducing "The Lazy Gnome"...

Hey, my sister (a.k.a. THE RUNT) started a BLOG.

Actually, she asked me to help her start one (she's blonde), which meant that I got to have some fun before turning it over to her.

Anyway, she's really excited, so if you have a second check out The Lazy Gnome.

We have a problem...

I was walking back to my bedroom.

Gypsy, my canine shadow, was at my heels (literately).

Someone had closed the door to my bedroom.

I didn't notice.

Neither did Gypsy.

I ran into the door.

Gypsy ran into me.

So, yeah. That was fun...

...and now Gypsy is afraid of my bedroom door.

Yeah. So, today has been kinda like this...

It happened really fast...

...One minute everything was great...

...And then I was overwhelmed.

Yes, this REALLY happened...

So, earlier today, the NON DOMINANT TWIN (NDT) was in my office. We were discussing the layout of a project that we are currently working on together.

It is important to note (or preface, if you prefer) the subsequent episode with the following facts and/or information:
1) Both the NDT and I were both extremely over-caffeinated this morning.
2) Just like all things that go up, we had to come down from our caffeine high. Consequently, after lunch we both...well...crashed. Hard (because there is no such thing as a "soft landing" when you are coming off a sugar and/or caffeine high).

Here is the situation that transpired:

ME: [Banging elbow on desk...] "Ouch!"

NDT: "[Looking concerned...] "Oh, no! Are you okay?"

ME: [In a small, pathetic voice...] "Yeah. I guess so."

NDT: "Poor thing!"

ME: [Trying to kiss my injured elbow...] "Why is it that you cannot kiss your own elbow?"

NDT: [Looking curiously at her own elbow...] "You cannot kiss your elbow?"

ME: [Trying harder to kiss my elbow...] "Apparently not. I think I read it somewhere. In one of those chain emails or something."

NDT: "That's so strange. Are you sure?"


[Approximately 30 seconds of silence pass while NDT and I are both are engaged in the act of attempting to kiss our respective elbows.]


NDT: [Still trying to kiss her elbow...] "Can you pop your shoulder out of joint? Then maybe you'd be able to reach it."

ME: "No, no. My shoulder never pops out of joint when I want it to. It only dislocates when it is very, very inconvenient...like, when I am running or something."

NDT: "Oh, too bad."


[Long pause while we both continue to try to kiss our elbows.]


ME: [Now, trying energetically to lick my elbow...]

NDT: "Oh! Good idea...!" [Sticks out her tongue in an effort to lick her elbow.]

ME: "Well, at least I am a little closer..."

NDT: [Still trying to lick her elbow...] "Yeah, but I think you'd need a really long tongue to actually reach it."

ME: [Sounding dismayed...] "Alas. This is probably true."


[Long pause while we both consider "elbow kissing defeat"...]


ME: [Looking longingly at my elbow...] "Sigh..."

NDT: [Looking longingly at her elbow...] "Sigh..."


[NDT and I - simultaneously - realize what we have both BEEN doing.]


[NDT and I - simultaneously - realize how LONG we've both been engaged in trying (unsuccessfully) to kiss our elbows.]


[NDT and I - simultaneously - make eye contact (we are both still holding our elbows, by the way).]


[Both of us explode into laughter...]


Thank goodness that our boss (or anyone else, for that matter) didn't decide to walk past my office during this so-called incident. He might have called our intelligence in to question.

Which is so sad, because someone - not 48 hours ago - mentioned that he could tell that we were "intelligent" by our "witty banter".

Alas...

"...and He taketh away."

They should put a warning label on all caffeinated products:
"May cause stupidity. Drink at own risk."

A tribute to a TRUE friend...

There was some discussion last week about what constitutes

TRUE friendship.

According to the Non Dominant Twin (NDT) a TRUE friend is someone, "who you can call at 3 AM and say, 'Okay. I need you to come over here right now, and bring your shovel'. If they are a TRUE friend then will be right over - shovel in hand. No questions asked".

However, after today, I beg to differ.

I think a TRUE friend is someone who gives up an hour and a half of their work day (not to mention life) to help their coworker-in-crisis attach last minute TEKS information to pre- and post- educational activities for every grade - Pre-Kindergarten on up through 8th.

In case you were wondering, this is not fun

(quite the opposite of fun, actually).

Okay, so maybe this isn't the definition of TRUE friendship, but the act of kindness and support was definitely appreciated.

So, NDT, in an effort to say THANK YOU,

I am posting this picture in your honor

(think of it as me bringing you a piece of your favorite candy

as a token of my heartfelt appreciation).

A life less irritating...

So, about a month ago I started receiving phone calls from several subcontractors that provide educational programming and various special events at the museum where I work. The problem was that they had not been receiving my emails.

Actually, they hadn't been receiving my emails for quite awhile.

This was, of course, news to me. I send a ton of work-related emails out in a day, and - on a good 90% of them - I never get a response (unless I specifically ask for one or there is reason for follow up). Part of my job is to coordinate booking, so - when it comes to the subcontractors - I email updated schedules out approximately once or twice a week. Most of the time I don't hear anything back (unless there is a scheduling conflict, and then I generally get a phone call).

Luckily, this electronic glitch didn't cause any insurmountable problems, and all of the scheduled educational events were completely unaffected (Thank God).

However, this didn't change the fact that my computer still was seemingly picking and choosing which emails it was going to send out and which ones it...well...wasn't. For about a week there seemed to be absolutely no rhyme or reason to this, either.

And then it dawned on me.

My computer wasn't sending out any of my emails with attachments. Apparently, it was on strike or something.

So, I went to my coworker that is in charge of computer based issues and problems, and he promised that someone would be out to see about it soon.

Yet, "soon" apparently really meant that someone would be out to see about it in the next month or so (which, quite frankly, isn't soon. Tomorrow is soon. In a month or so is eventually).

Therefore, I spent the greater part of June hand delivering and/or snail mailing everything that should have gone out in an electronic attachment. This was, to say the least, very frustrating and meant that I spent a lot of extra time doing things that should have been done in a mere fraction of the time (not to mention effort).

Finally, during the last day of the last week in June, the computer guy shows up. We will call him...uh...Karl.

Karl comes into my office and asks me to explain the problem to him. So, I tell him about how my computer is apparently having problems getting emails with attachments to their final destinations. The emails are never returned to me, though, so I wasn't even aware of the problem for probably close to a month (which means that I cannot remember any event, server issue, etc. that could have precipitated the problem in the first place). According to my email provider, the messages that I am sending out are, indeed, SENT. On my end, there is no symptom of a problem. Yet, they are my messages and attachments that aren't ever reaching their final destination, and I find it hard to believe that the problem somehow lies with everyone else's inbox.

So, Karl sits down at my computer and opens my email program. He checks on a couple of things, and then clicks on the COMPOSE NEW MESSAGE button. Karl proceeds to send himself an email from my account. He then checks his watch and counts how many seconds it takes for the message to leave my outbox and arrive in his inbox.

Since I was standing there, I know it took 33 seconds.

The message he sent himself from my computer did not have an attachment. It didn't even have a subject, for that matter. I felt that - for sure - he was only conducting a simple test. A simple test that, of course, would only be one of the many that Karl would have to perform in an effort to diagnosis and fix the problem.

So, image my shock when he stood up and announced that my computer was fixed, and that I shouldn't have any more problems with it.

"Don't you want to send yourself a message with an attachment," I inquired?

"No need. It's working fine," He answered.

"But I can send emails. I've been sending emails. Just emails go through. Emails with attachments don't go through," I argued.

"Well, it seems to be working now," He said as he walked out of my office.

Later that day, my coworker came in and said, "So, Karl said he fixed your computer. That didn't take long, now did it?"

I thought seriously about throwing my stapler at him. But, of course, that would have been wrong. I managed to refrain from doing so. Somehow.

So, is it any wonder that at my meeting today I found out that no one had received a single email from me this week with an attachment? I honestly wasn't surprised.

I know you aren't either.

This whole scenario has really challenged me to rethink my future career goals and aspirations. Karl is very well paid for what he does (or doesn't do as the case may be). Most computer geeks are, I've discovered. Therefore, I'm seriously considering a quarter-life career change. I think I would like to become a computer geek, too. I'm relatively competent with computers, and I'm even better at not fixing things. This might just be the calling I've been waiting for all these years.

Yeah. So, I'm a little bitter, I guess...

The Runt...

So, the other day I am talking to THE RUNT (a.k.a. my vertically-challenged and very, very blonde little sister) and we have a conversation that goes something like this:

THE RUNT: "So, I have a date with this guy on Sunday."

ME: "Really. Is he cute?"

THE RUNT: "Yeah. I think so. He's a swimmer, and he's really tan."

ME: "Uh, okay. So, tan equals cute nowadays, huh?"

THE RUNT: "Well, sorta. He's not really tanned tan, but just tan. You understand, right?"

ME: "Uh, no."

THE RUNT: "What is it called when someone is naturally tan?"

ME: "Olive complected?"

THE RUNT: "No. More like Croatian."

ME: "Oh...okay."

THE RUNT: "Well, wait. What is "Croatian"?"

ME: "Someone from Croatia."

THE RUNT: "Where's that?"

ME: "Croatia."

THE RUNT: "Yeah, but where is that?"

ME: "The Eastern Block."

THE RUNT: "Okay. Nevermind. That's not it."

ME: "Why do you say that?"

THE RUNT: "Well, he isn't Indian or anything."

[LONG PAUSE]

ME: "Uh...so the Eastern Block isn't in India."

THE RUNT: [BLANK STARE]

ME: "It was part of the former Soviet Union."

THE RUNT: [BLANK STARE]

ME: "Essentially, Eastern Europe."

THE RUNT: "Oh, really?"

ME: "Yeah. Like the character, Luca, on ER."

[LONG PAUSE WHILE THE RUNT CONTEMPLATES THIS NEW INFORMATION]

THE RUNT: "Well, is he tan?"