It may be a liquid burger, but eggnog is love.

The most fun sentence to come out of my rant yesterday?

And your quasi-intellectual, self-indulgent declarations of "life" and pompous self-discovery are like the whisperings of a spoiled emo 15 year old xanga blogger. Fuck you.

A sure cure for angry break-up depression?
Hot ass John Legend. Noggin' some egg.

The Colbert ReportMon - Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c

A Colbert Christmas: John Legend

Ron Paul Interview
Bob Barr Interview

Green Screen
Bill O'Reilly Interview

Every time I think about you, I have to remind myself that if you wanted
to talk to me, you would.

via unicornology — (via littlemiss) (via crazybeautiful) (via bon-bon)

with strings attached.

I might not blog for awhile, but I didn't want you guys to be concerned. Who knows, I may blog tomorrow, but you know...just in case.

I just saw this book at Barnes and Noble, it seemed to sum up everything that was wrong with the boy I was seeing. I am currently in the anger phase of recovery and don't feel like quite sharing with the rest of the world.

But he got the boot. For my own mental health. For my own happiness. Cause I give a crap about ME. And I am made of awesome.

Exorcising demons that weren't mine to bear.

The world belongs to those who stand out, stand up and stand for or against a cause which they can strongly defend, those who can talk crowd and keep their virtues or walk with kings and not lose the common touch – their identity. An independent mind is a frontier of change in the world. -Tayo Korede

(via Nubbytwiglet's entry on Personal Branding and Blogging)

Today, sitting here, making the hard decisions. I've been getting down on myself lately for not showing more...iniative. Even though the phlegm has been hitting hard and heavy, Rocky ended and I stepped directly into another show. Jerrsika reminded me of all of this yesterday, and justified a break today. So I've been sitting watching CSI: NY for the last three hours or so. I'm soon to bound downstairs to clean my desk.

A change is gonna come. Soon. If I decide it. I'll be living in my present and not his past.

Here's how NOT to make rice pudding:

a) do not use uncooked arborio rice. There are about 1-1/2 gallons of liquid needed, and the rice will release it's starch. Instead, use the leftover cooked rice already in the rice cooker.

b) do not use coconut milk even though you're trying to use it up. First of all, at a very high temperature, the milk will start to release its oils and it will also add a slightly chalky flavor that's not appropriate for rice pudding

c) do not add pureed fruit. It will make it taste even stranger. Esp. do not use raspberries that have seeds.

Dammit...what do I do with this pot of crap now?

Wind of banners.

Things to Love Thursday.

Pablo Neruda Poems - ever since trying to watch Il Postino twice when I was younger, in the vain hopes that it would make me more cultured or more cool as it were. I think it was my favorite idea of a "sensual" adult movie that I could watch with my then boyfriend.

All it did was give me a lifelong love of Italy. And Pablo Neruda, on a beach, explaining love to a hunky but clueless ragazzo.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine. ...
"If You Forget Me" by Pablo Neruda

And today's, 'Blogs of Note': Happy Mundane
It's not the first time I've just randomly clicked on a BON link, and yet again, I have been conveniently pleased.

It brings up a question though. Are we naturally a suspicious species? Do we tend to distrust anything that has any whiff of coporate stamp of appeal - or something that we heard of via a mainstream source? I remember when "Single Ladies" was the fucking bomb esp. when my cast members were doing their own versions in the back alley on Capp. But now that everyone and their mother is "putting a ring on it" as it were on YouTube, does it make the video any less cool? No, just more popular.

tearing apart.

Even though I long to stay
the more the cracks start to grow
till the day we're shattered
and can't be

She's so lucky, she's a star...

We all have those moments when we realize how lucky we actually are.

In life, Allen Klein (Jollytologist) says that we can all handle stress and conflict with humor. And that we should ask for more standing ovations. Try this the next time you're stressed out. Ask for applause. "I burned dinner." or "I forgot the dry cleaning." Get a real, totally enthusiastic, standing O from your friend or partner. Or give one. You'll feel goofy, they'll feel goofy, and more often than not, it'll put a grin on your face. We celebrate with one another. He tried this with a bunch of people in the congregation, until Klein had made the point, "Quite often in life, we don't get celebrated for who we are. I mean, how many of you got a standing ovation last night?"

And quite literally, in my head, I went, "I GOT TWO!"

See, it was closing night of Rocky. With a fuller than full house. At the 8pm show, we opened the balcony. At the 11 o'clock show, out of 491 seats, 485 seats were sold. And it was wild and raucous.

Remember, there are things in our life that make us luckier than lucky. Celebrate them.

Weekend update.

Had dim sum with Kat yesterday. It's actually sort of fun having the same days off as your best friend because it means you get to tool around together. We went to the GIANT BOK CHOY restaurant.

I don't know what it's actually named, but I've deemed it the GIANT BOK CHOY restaurant for the enormous porcelain model it has right in the front door way. It's on Clement if you're interested and weekday dim sum is $1.95 a plate. We had 10 plates (yeah, we're pigs, sue us) and the total bill was $23. W00t!

Asians have such a weird fascination with the overly large or ridiculously small replicas of things. Extremes at both ends of the spectrum.

So today is the closing night of Rocky and I close it with some sadness, but also breathing a of relief. This is one of the mostsigh challenging yet fun shows I've done yet. The cast has been such a wonderful mix of non-judgemental, talented, loving, funny, diverse people. They're open minded and smart. Liberal and funny. And a whole lot of sassy. But I'm tired from the energy needed to do this show, and starting to get sick, missing my friends and I start 'Nine' on Sunday. So maybe that's the reprieve for cast loss fallout, to get into something else right away.

Still, I couldn't have wished for a better experience. Our director flew up from L.A. last night to see one of our last performances and it was awesome. For those of you that saw it, thank you! For those of you who wished they could have seen it, better luck next time. I for one, loved this experience. Incredible.