Your daily random, because I are tired
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stoney321I was up filming until 10 pm in a massive, mostly-abandoned flour mill last night. Three foot thick brick walls, original steel grinding bits, skeery four-storey grain elevator that actually killed someone long ago, etc. Gorgeous place, holy crap was it filthy and COLD. And of course, the costume decision was for me to wear my sleeveless dress and 5 inch heels, no tights. My jaw is still hurting from shivering. I was surrounded by gentlemen, though, and every time the camera cut one of them would offer me a coat. D'aww. (The space is my "husband's" art workshop, and I'm visiting him, trying to get him to focus and work. And make money so I can buy things. That's the kind of gal she is.)
We also shot a teaser for a film that my buddy's looking for financing, and I got to play a stoner kid (lol, um, what?! I left "kid" in my rearview mirror a couple of decades ago. Not unlike that child that I had that pissed me off. Who am I kidding, I didn't even look in the rearview mirror for him, and he knows why) that got attacked, a chain wrapped around my neck and fed into one of the big roller gearworks. AWESOME. But screaming over and over and flailing as you try to fight for your life, and then gurgle out horrid faux blood, and then go slack and hold it.... hold it..... hold it.... wait let me get the focus, hold it..... Okay, CUT! is exhausting. But totally fun, don't get me wrong, I'd do this every day if I was able to do so.
I had to smoke a fake doobie, too, which I wasn't too keen on. It was made of the same stuff James Marsters smoked after he kicked nicotine while filming Buffy. BLECH. I couldn't fake it, either, because they got a close up of me taking a toke, and nothing's worse than someone who isn't smoking on film, but they're "smoking." Nothing is worse, guys, not genocide or stale, lukewarm broccoli water. Okay, maybe the broccoli water is worse, but it's close.
I am on Day Three of Tamale rolling, and I'm so sick of tamales you have no idea. Give me a week and I'll be nomming them, but the smell of cumin and corn meal is getting to me. Last night we had some awesome tacos from a hole in the wall around the corner (those are always the best in my neck of the woods) and I had honest-to-god barbacoa with queso fresco and freshly made salsa verde and borracho beans (drunken beans, mmmm. That's beer-soaked black beans to those not from here.) Holy crap, it was so good, and if I hadn't had to fit back into my dress (and if I wasn't trying to lose this holiday/winter weight) I would have had nine of them. Damn, I love good food.
After this week (more filming all weekend long, yay!) I'm going to buckle down and get back into writing. I miss it, I want to see if I can follow things through, and I just want to prove to myself that I can see these stories I've outlined to the end. The bitter, bitter, red-penned end. :)
GUYS, HEY GUYS. IT'S ALMOST THE WEEKEND. Here, you want a laugh. Yes, you do.
Also, for my own sanity/time management, I'm invoking the right to not reply to comments where there's nothing I can say. Example: I've posted that I love love LOVE the color green, I can't wait to paint my eyeballs green. Comment: "Eh, I don't really like green." or "OMG, I haaaaaaaate green!" Uh, okay? That's one of those "we are at an impasse" moments, right? *thunk* Sorry, only so much time in the day, etc. etc. Bitchy? Maybe. Ehn. (Notice that I didn't post: I love green, I'm soaking my legs in green tinctures, but before I go off and dye my cats emerald, tell me how do you feel about green? Also, can someone help me jam more spinach in between my teeth? GREEN YAY! <3") But that would be an awesome post, you guys. You'd elle oh elle, don't front.
We also shot a teaser for a film that my buddy's looking for financing, and I got to play a stoner kid (lol, um, what?! I left "kid" in my rearview mirror a couple of decades ago. Not unlike that child that I had that pissed me off. Who am I kidding, I didn't even look in the rearview mirror for him, and he knows why) that got attacked, a chain wrapped around my neck and fed into one of the big roller gearworks. AWESOME. But screaming over and over and flailing as you try to fight for your life, and then gurgle out horrid faux blood, and then go slack and hold it.... hold it..... hold it.... wait let me get the focus, hold it..... Okay, CUT! is exhausting. But totally fun, don't get me wrong, I'd do this every day if I was able to do so.
I had to smoke a fake doobie, too, which I wasn't too keen on. It was made of the same stuff James Marsters smoked after he kicked nicotine while filming Buffy. BLECH. I couldn't fake it, either, because they got a close up of me taking a toke, and nothing's worse than someone who isn't smoking on film, but they're "smoking." Nothing is worse, guys, not genocide or stale, lukewarm broccoli water. Okay, maybe the broccoli water is worse, but it's close.
I am on Day Three of Tamale rolling, and I'm so sick of tamales you have no idea. Give me a week and I'll be nomming them, but the smell of cumin and corn meal is getting to me. Last night we had some awesome tacos from a hole in the wall around the corner (those are always the best in my neck of the woods) and I had honest-to-god barbacoa with queso fresco and freshly made salsa verde and borracho beans (drunken beans, mmmm. That's beer-soaked black beans to those not from here.) Holy crap, it was so good, and if I hadn't had to fit back into my dress (and if I wasn't trying to lose this holiday/winter weight) I would have had nine of them. Damn, I love good food.
After this week (more filming all weekend long, yay!) I'm going to buckle down and get back into writing. I miss it, I want to see if I can follow things through, and I just want to prove to myself that I can see these stories I've outlined to the end. The bitter, bitter, red-penned end. :)
GUYS, HEY GUYS. IT'S ALMOST THE WEEKEND. Here, you want a laugh. Yes, you do.
Also, for my own sanity/time management, I'm invoking the right to not reply to comments where there's nothing I can say. Example: I've posted that I love love LOVE the color green, I can't wait to paint my eyeballs green. Comment: "Eh, I don't really like green." or "OMG, I haaaaaaaate green!" Uh, okay? That's one of those "we are at an impasse" moments, right? *thunk* Sorry, only so much time in the day, etc. etc. Bitchy? Maybe. Ehn. (Notice that I didn't post: I love green, I'm soaking my legs in green tinctures, but before I go off and dye my cats emerald, tell me how do you feel about green? Also, can someone help me jam more spinach in between my teeth? GREEN YAY! <3") But that would be an awesome post, you guys. You'd elle oh elle, don't front.
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Date: 2011-01-06 05:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-06 05:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-06 06:01 pm (UTC)I'm glad you love them, I'm glad you're going to be getting your nom on soon, I'm also glad I'm alllll the way over here instead. ^^;
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Date: 2011-01-06 06:02 pm (UTC)this is hilarious to me,
Date: 2011-01-06 06:03 pm (UTC)Re: this is hilarious to me,
Date: 2011-01-06 06:07 pm (UTC)I pinged on the Tamales because I was really having a hard time picturing wearing 5 inch heels and being able to walk. Some people can handle high heels.. I... erm... fall? And end up with twisted ankles? You have my respect and admiration for managing to walk on that difficult flooring in those heels without doing a faceplant.
...and I mean this honestly,
Date: 2011-01-06 06:12 pm (UTC)I'm laughing now, but it really does bug me when I am happy about something/enjoy something, post about it, and a random person shits on it. Like, I really really don't like that. Maybe I shouldn't be on the internet? IDK, but now you know where I stand.
And I stand there in killer heels. :)
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Date: 2011-01-06 06:19 pm (UTC)LOL
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Date: 2011-01-06 06:24 pm (UTC)Actually being so cold sounds worst of all. You suffer for your art, and I mean that sincerely.
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Date: 2011-01-06 06:26 pm (UTC)I feel your pain: I made them for 2 days straight in prep for Christmas and I was like, I'm SO GLAD I did this like two weeks ahead of time, because I don't even want to look at these fuckers anymore! But sure enough, there I was stuffing my face with them (and menudo, and queso, and brisket and cake and everything else I could get my paws on) all Christmas Eve and Day.
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Date: 2011-01-06 06:28 pm (UTC)I really didn't mean to come off as antagonistic.
I know I can have a problem expressing tone in text, and I guess I used the wrong phrase, or words. I was going for fond, mystified, a touch of gentle teasing, and wondering what I'm not getting that everyone else is.
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Date: 2011-01-06 06:38 pm (UTC)I almost emailed you the other day because I decided, despite experience to the contrary, to read the comments on the Pioneer Woman's Beef and Broccoli recipe and there were dozens that read things like "I can't eat broccoli" or "I'm a vegetarian." WHY ARE YOU HERE??? No one had to teach me scroll, Laura. Much like "scratch your ass when it itches," it was pretty ingrained. Ahhhh, I got nuthin'.
I mean, really, we're not getting participation points for our comments, people.
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Date: 2011-01-06 06:54 pm (UTC)Ooooh, tamales. I want some tamales. Where can I leave you my address? :P
Re: ...and I mean this honestly,
Date: 2011-01-06 06:57 pm (UTC)And then I just think you didn't get it. So. ;)
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Date: 2011-01-06 06:58 pm (UTC)If I wasn't wolfing down sushi while my corn husks soak (ha) you would have gotten a chummy phone call.
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Date: 2011-01-06 06:59 pm (UTC)GLAMOROUS LIFE, ACTING. ;D
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Date: 2011-01-06 07:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-06 07:01 pm (UTC)And yep, you know it, come a week I'll be eating them morning, noon, and night. OM NOM NOM!
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Date: 2011-01-06 07:02 pm (UTC)AHAHAHA, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Why would you waste time saying you don't like broccoli on a BROCCOLI RECIPE? People are so weird. LOL at scrolling past = scratching when it itches. We are like minded, cookie.
(omg, that last bit has me rotflmao)
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Date: 2011-01-06 07:04 pm (UTC)The fake smoke tasted like an ashtray. Straight up burnt ashes. GLECK.
Ha! We'll see how I feel about this growing pile of corn husked torture in a day, you may regret asking. ;)
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Date: 2011-01-06 07:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-06 07:30 pm (UTC)I couldn't fake it, either, because they got a close up of me taking a toke, and nothing's worse than someone who isn't smoking on film, but they're "smoking."
What does that mean? Do you mean - fake smoking looks really stupid/weird or are you still commenting on the fake smoke? And wtf is a fake smoke? What do they have you smoking, toilet paper?
Spinach between the teeth, there's an image!!
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Date: 2011-01-06 07:33 pm (UTC)The fake smoke tasted like an ashtray. Straight up burnt ashes. GLECK.
EW. So it's like smoking an actual cigarette minus nicotine. Lovely. I wanna go brush my teeth just thinking about it.
Also, how dare you dye your kitties emerald when the obvious choice should have been electric orange.
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Date: 2011-01-06 07:35 pm (UTC)WHATEVER I DEFY YOU AND YOUR UMBER KITNITS.
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Date: 2011-01-06 07:37 pm (UTC)Fake smoking looks like fake smoking. And when you have a character that's a smoker, and you can tell the actor doesn't smoke... See where I'm going? It's just stupid and totally fake looking.
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Date: 2011-01-06 07:41 pm (UTC)I feel for all the non-smoking actors on Mad Men.
I'm gonna have to try real tamales someday, 'cause the ones around here like wet tissue paper with cat food.
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Date: 2011-01-06 07:44 pm (UTC)Non-smoking actors use the stuff I used, herbs/vegetation smokes. There's no nicotine, nothing "harmful" aside from breathing in smoke.
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Date: 2011-01-06 07:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-06 07:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-06 08:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-06 09:11 pm (UTC)Which is why I like you.
Man, my head feels like it's been filled with concrete - I think I inhaled too much bird poop/dust last night. Gleh.
Green is my favorite color.
Date: 2011-01-06 09:19 pm (UTC)OMG ME TOOOOOO
Date: 2011-01-06 09:26 pm (UTC)YES GURL.
Date: 2011-01-06 09:44 pm (UTC)My friends always say, "Let's see if there's anything new on your internet friend Stoney's recipe page." Then I say, well, that's not exactly how it works, but! We always enjoy the frickafrack out of whatever we pick from your many recipe tagged entries.
xoxoxxx
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Date: 2011-01-06 10:25 pm (UTC)I love them mmmm my favorite ones are pork! SHIP ME A DOZEN OKAY.
Re: YES GURL.
Date: 2011-01-06 10:54 pm (UTC)I like your friends and would like to nominate them for the Nobel Awesome Prize.
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Date: 2011-01-06 10:55 pm (UTC)Well, no GOOD reason.
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Date: 2011-01-07 12:46 am (UTC)Do you freeze them and have them all year, or do you have a ginormous tamale eating party, and there's dancing, and tequila, and a band playing, and someone jumps out of a cake, and we didn't even plan that, how did they get into that cake anyway? That's how I imagine your awesome tamale party of awesomeness!
Also, how do some people even find you? Jeez.
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Date: 2011-01-07 12:52 am (UTC)Cold while having your feet tortured and spitting out fake blood! I just hope you're not a method actor.
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Date: 2011-01-07 12:55 am (UTC)Re: YES GURL.
Date: 2011-01-07 01:43 am (UTC)And many thanks, I'll totally tell them!!
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Date: 2011-01-07 01:53 am (UTC)Bwee!! I do both! Usually on Rolling Day when helpers are there to drink margaritas and get their hands dirty, you have a big fest afterwards and have lots of salsas and sides, etc. YUM! I totes need to get a mariachi band for next time, BUT NO BURRO. eeeeeeeHAAAAAAAAAW!
more importantly, why do they stay? It can't be for the funny, I mean... it can't be. O_O
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Date: 2011-01-07 01:56 am (UTC)Ha, I AM (Meisner and Stanislavski all the way, yo) so what does that tell you? I AM ACTUALLY A GHOST WRITING THIS.
Re: YES GURL.
Date: 2011-01-07 01:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-07 02:48 am (UTC)(some loony actor had himself buried so he could get in character. I can't remember who, unfortunately.)