Archive for March 2010

Happy Birthday Lady Gaga

March 28, 2010

Today was Lady Gaga’s 24th Birthday. It really should be an international holiday, don’t you think? I hope you all celebrated accordingly because this pop star queen is pretty much the biggest star since the heydays of Madonna and Michael Jackson. So young, so talented, and so very fashionable. All of your little monsters adore you more than words can say.

If you haven’t seen Gaga’s latest music video for Telephone featuring Beyoncé which took the music video industry by storm with its subtle mockery of America and pop culture, see it here:

Also check out gagadaily for all the latest news on Lady G all the time. Its a great site, Gaga even said so herself.

p.s Lady Gaga comes to Houston July 25th!!! Ticket are not on sale yet, but you better bet your bottom dollar I’m gonna be there!


Census vs. Sense (Or Babies don’t matter)

March 26, 2010

“The 2010 Harris County Census doesn’t discriminate” – Every ad made by Harris County

I beg to differ.

Harris County made a big deal about the census this year because they wanted people to actually fill it out. There were radio ads, newspaper articles, even a letter saying the census was going to come in the mail came in the mail like three days before the actual census. So, needless to say, I was a little excited because I thought maybe the census would be pretty cool because “my opinion matters” and they want to help better “my community”. I went ahead and called dibs on filling out the census for my household, which left my parents just completely distraught.

Anyway, the big day came, and I opened the envelope with anticipation. The first question read: “How many people were living in this house, apartment, or mobile home on April 1, 2010?”. Well the problem with that question was that it’s not April 1, 2010 yet, but I made the assumption that all of my family would still be alive and kicking in our residence by then, so I answered 4.

The second question read: “Were there any additional people staying here April 1, 2010 that you did not include in Question 1?”

Now, I was staring to get pissed off. Why would you not include somebody in the first question, but then remember them in the second question? If you’re not going to include them the first time, you probably wouldn’t include them at all. Not to mention the answer choices for question 2 were “Children, such as newborn babies or foster children”; “Relatives”; “Nonreletives”; “People staying here temporarily”. Again, why would you not include any of the above in the first question? Would you forget that you had a baby until you see the answer choice and then say ,”Oh yeah, I forgot to count my baby?”

It gets worse. You have to give information on all the people living in your residence, but all babies have to be reported as 0 if they are less than a year old. Why? Do babies not matter? Babies are going to grow up and be people, so you should probably start counting them now. They use services such as hospitals and community parks. Babies know what they want too, usually better than most adults. Also who decided that babies don’t matter under  a year old? Some babies begin to do things like crawl and say some things before a year old, so why are they not counted? And what about if the baby isn’t born yet, is the mother  counted as two people since she has a bun in the oven? The census isn’t supposed to discriminate, so WHY DON’T BABIES MATTER?

Here I thought the census was going to ask us questions like, “what kind of food do you like to eat?” so we could get new restaurants in the area, or “how many times did you visit the hospital in the past year” so they can upgrade our healthcare system, or “are there enough Starbucks within your area?”

Instead, they give us future dates, stupid questions, and don’t even bother to count babies. So in return I put myself as the home owner (its my parents house) and gave each one of my family members a different nationality and some made-up names to really throw them off.

Until I see that babies matter, Harris County won’t be getting a census from my residence. Take a stand, because the babies can’t stand up by themselves. (pun intended)

This is how I feel

March 24, 2010

However, I have found that this helps.

And this.

Happy Freakin Wednesday.

Little pink houses for you, not me

March 23, 2010

Ah but ain’t that America for you and me
Ain’t that America somethin’ to see baby
Ain’t that America home of the free, yeah
Little pink houses for you and me
oh yeah for you and me – John Mellencamp’s  Pink Houses

There a many different kinds of people in this world and I mean that in every sense of the word different. On top of that, people are not just black or white (I don’t mean that as in race, I mean it as in sides), there are many shades of gray that shape them. However, I think there is one kind of  defining category (for lack of a better word) where people really are just one side or other.

Picket-fence people are the ones John Mellencamp sings about. These are the people that want and plan for stability. They want to find themselves a house surrounded by a picket fence, or a nice neighborhood where they can raise their kids and coach little league on the weekends. They want to find stable employment and stay with the same company as long as possible. Now I know this sounds cliché, but there are many degrees to this type of picket-fence person and basically I would define them as anyone who just wants normality and predictable lifestyle.

Then there are the those of us, like myself, who are not picket fence people. We are stars, adventurers, crazies, [fill in approp. adjective here]; a picket fence is the last thing we want. Instead, we thrive on the unpredictable, choose career paths that are often unstable and plan to move to big(er) cities and see ourselves destined for fame, fortune, and greatness. I’m sure you know the type.

To give a musical example, there is a scene in Grease where Marty tells the girls she is engaged to a marine (Freddy my Love) and all Rizzo has to say on that subject is “Endsville.” That pretty much sums up how I feel toward most “settling down” lifestyles.

I do believe people can switch categories in their lifetime, or changed their mind based on current situations, but the truth of which category each individual falls in never leaves their heart.

As a non-picket/anti-picket I often find it hard to get across to people that I am going out for the more, I am not going to live my life in the place I grew up or near my parents, have kids etc. My boundaries are unlimited, though they may not always appear that way at first glance.

So I just wanted to clarify one of the major diving categories of people and maybe make you think about which category you fall into.

Oscar for worst blogging

March 23, 2010

And the Motion Picture Academy of Arts and Science winner of the Worst Blog Updater award goes to…

Daney-Waney (my most current nickname)

I decided Spring Break meant a break from everything. I’ll try not to let it happen again, but I make no promises.

Favorite Theatre moment

March 11, 2010

****DISCLAIMER: I had to write this for a certain internship that I only REALLY want, so I thought I would share it with you. I’ll let you know if it helps me get the job.

Growing up, I always dreamed of being in the spotlight.  First I wanted to be a ballerina, but I was too short. Then I wanted to be a singer, but I could never follow the music and always just made up my own notes instead. From there, it was only logical that I should pursue an acting career, until I realized that I could never handle the constant upkeep of a perfect appearance. So, I mulled over stand-up comedy as a last attempt to stardom, before realizing that none of the jokes I told were very funny.

It was then that I decided I was much better off behind the scenes rather than in them and found a passion in helping others find the spotlight.  During this journey of transferring from on stage to behind it, I happened upon my favorite theatre moment.

Two years ago the studio was putting on Alice in Wonderland as our end of the year production. I was teaching musical theatre and my youngest class, ages four to six, were Cheshire Kittens.  Every week we worked on our song and dance, practicing for an audience and not waving to our parents, but their scene never looked like it would be stage ready. Even during the full show run-throughs, those kitties did not have a clue and I was so worried all my hard work would be for nothing.

As show time rolled around, the kitties were put in costumes, only to increase my fear that something would go horribly awry and a sparkly tail would come unpinned or ears would be left on stage. The dress rehearsals were rough and I was given several unpleasant looks from the director for the kitties’ apparent lack of knowledge as to what they were doing. Still, I continued to review choreography, encourage big smiles and hope for the best. I knew they could do it, I just wasn’t sure they knew they could.

Finally the moment of truth arrived. The stage lights gleamed, the music beckoned, the director sat high up in the booth, the presence of a full house gave off riveting energy and the Cheshire Kittens were all properly lined up side stage. I whispered some final words, the usual “smile big, sing loud, have fun,” and then it was go time, leaving me nothing left to do but sit back with my fingers crossed.

The moment the kitties flounced on stage, it was pure magic. They hit every note, every little step; they never stopped smiling and the audience cheered as if the kitties were the stars of the show.

And it dawned on me that my favorite theatre moment was all of the moments; I loved all the teaching, hoping, thoughts of doom, headaches, heartaches and often off-key singing. All of the “why do I even bother” feelings were washed away when I saw their excitement of being on stage and I realized nobody in the entire world has a more rewarding job than me.


March 11, 2010

That was a scream for you. This is how I feel.

So many things are going on in the world, exciting,nerve-racking, frustrating so…


Somtimes I just feel the need.