Depression barged into my relationship again.

At least you have to invite vampires into your home before they drain your life away. Not depression. You don’t even have to know it’s there (but after 26 years, you’d think I would). Last night, when I sat down to write some articles and couldn’t force my brain to care, I tried to fix it by sitting with my gorgeous bunny and staring at the bright moon through our living room window. But it only made me resent my inability to appreciate the beauty of it all, and that’s when I realized it was definitely back. The random sobbing, relationship. . . keep going

Let’s Skip the Theater Dumpsters and Do Some Good with Promotional Freebies

I am not afraid...

Well, well… Angie’s almost back, in all her horned glory. And among a million other ideas she has inspired in me, I thought I finally had a profitable one last night. That’s when Joel & I went to a Memorial Day matinee of X-Men: Days of Future Past. (Because I’m a freelancer now, and I don’t work on holidays if I don’t want to, and I don’t have to settle for the most expensive ticket price range any more. So we’ve had two movie dates in the past month… after a grand total of three in four years.) I didn’t see. . . keep going

This Just In: Angelina Jolie Checks Reporter’s Privilege

Remember how I predicted that Angelina would tie this film’s promotion into humanitarian causes? I guess it wasn’t a big leap to make, but I was right, and I haven’t seen anyone report about it yet. Now that I’ve covered the more superficial first Leg (see what I did there) of her Maleficent promotional tour, it’s time to cover the interviews she’s giving. I’ll be on a hunt for that Elle interview soon, but for now we have this press call with Angie, Elle Fanning, and the director. I keep thinking about how unique this Maleficent promotion truly is.  It’s like. . . keep going

And now I’m the one who feels old. Have you seen The Sign?

I hate “I FEEL SO OLD” memes. I’ve been a sucker for 90s nostalgia since it was still the 90s, so of course I click on those Buzzfeed lists and stream Nickelodeon intros for kicks, but when someone says “CAN YOU BELIEVE IT’S BEEN ___ YEARS SINCE ____”, I just want to roll my eyes. Yes, yes I can believe it. So should anyone with a calendar or a stable sense of time. Now, our linear sense of temporal reality is for another debate altogether, but can I believe that there are fifteen years between us and Wild Wild West? Yes,. . . keep going

20 Days to Maleficent: First Glimpses at Angelina Jolie’s Evil Fairy Fashion

The Maleficent countdown is in full swing, and that means near-daily shots of That Face, plus a wardrobe that’s never been more appropriate. This was the role she was born to play*, and she’s been dressing for it her whole life, but this time she doesn’t have to play it cool at all. This time, every red carpet is her playground, and she can bust out the black and blood all she wants. When Maleficent premieres on Friday, May 30, a whole 1265 days will have passed since her last onscreen role. She obviously has more important and fulfilling things to do. . . keep going

Already worth it.

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My last day of corporate work was ten days ago, and after almost two weeks of self-employment, I’m already 100% confident that I made the right decision. Freelancing is already worthwhile because of…. empty aisles in Trader Joe’s on a rainy Friday morning (haven’t worked in a grocery store in almost four years, but I still know the no-lines algorithm) picking up my Little Sister after school & using kindergarten math as an excuse to finger paint that amazed look on her tiny neighbor’s face when I answered “what color’s your blood?” with “same as yours!” working with one cat on. . . keep going

Selling out has come to a glorious end….

Just rejected a lucrative assignment because I was asked to write it “from a Republican perspective”… no matter what happens, this leap was the right one to make. Another order, about “cities going liberal”, doesn’t have any takers yet either. Such a polarizing, catch-all topic would be insulting no matter without the political persuasion, but that extra dash of “real America” elitism makes it hard to stomach. To each their own.

What makes me so special?

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It’s that time of night that feels stagnant and missing from chronology; it’s not technically today anymore, but tomorrow isn’t here yet either. And with a face full of unhealthy monitor glow and a belly full of tea and water, I’m asking myself a question I’ve asked  2351095904 times in the past three weeks. How did I get here? What’s so important about MY life that I just HAD to quit my job to live it? Exactly a week ago, I was waking up for my last day of work at Nielsen. Today (“tonight” feels more appropriate for 2 AM),. . . keep going

Open letter to Kirsten Dunst

Dear Kirsten, Take this only as a testament to your ability to become your characters, but I always forget how much I like you. You’re in so many of my favorite films, and I feel like we grew up together because of it. I wanted to BE you as Lux in The Virgin Suicides…so much so that I spent my first and only Homecoming dance in the grassy football field behind the gym, and I still have a bag with some dried clippings. The rest of your filmography reads like an inventory of my DVD collection: Eternal Sunshine of the. . . keep going

Public blog, meet private life: a disclaimer

Since I set up this blog, the seasons have changed three times (at least technically; it’s always summer in Florida) and I’ve drafted up posts by the dozens without publishing more than a handful.  I’ve barely even shared the posts that did make it online, never quite taking the plunge because… why?? Why is it so hard to get started?  Well, it feels weird writing for an ambiguous (if existent) audience, especially when that audience might include people I know in real life.  I debated keeping an anonymous blog, identifying myself only vaguely, and I still won’t be using my. . . keep going