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[23 Nov 2009|02:18pm] |
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who am i crushing on this week!
Name: Matthew Stephen Ward (a.k.a. M. Ward)
Occupation: Musician, Folkmonster
Status: Married (until he meets me, of course)
Most known for: well, he’s been around the indie music scene for quite some time – collaborating with a couple of my Gingers and such (Neko Case, Jenny Lewis, etc.) – but I guess he became super well-known when he hooked up with my ultimate wife and indie supergirl, Zooey Deschanel, for their supergroup-of-sorts, She & Him
Recently known for: supergrouping with Conor Oberst, Jim James/Yim Yames, and Mike Mogis as Monsters of Folk
Up next: nothing more than a solo show in Hawaii on December 16th; dude needs a break after touring She & Him, solo, and then Monsters of Folk for the past few years!
Why you crushin’?: so, I’m a dummy, and forgot about my ticket to the Monsters of Folk show that came around to Philadelphia while I was Old Dogs premiere-ing it up in Los Angeles. I will be forever regretful that I missed this show. I hear from friends and online strangers about how amazing it was – the best concert they’d ever been to. I’ll never forgive myself for being so absent-minded! Well, I’ve been living vicariously through them by repeating their self-titled album any chance I get. And, M. Ward in particular just has such a dreamboat, soothing, milk voice. I die. Also, I’ll never forget all of the times he looked straight into my staring eyes when I saw She & Him live two years ago. Oh, and and! I have the pick he used from that very show. I’ll never lose it, ever. (Except that, now that I’m thinking about it, I need to make sure I know where it is.)
There. Now that song will be in your head all day.
Originally published at amateur sleuth. Please leave any comments there.
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| in which i think i’ve found a way to get more people to read me. |
[19 Nov 2009|06:46pm] |
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Twilight. Robert Pattinson. Kristen Stewart. Taylor Lautner. Edward. Bella. Jacob. Cullens. New Moon. Vampire. Werewolf. Saga.
Ok, so my pretty, newish friend (her name is Sara and you should all follow her, if you so have the ability) has the greatest job in the world (aside from anyone who makes funnel cake for a living), and had the amazing opportunity to, basically, junket the frick out of The Twilight Saga: New Moon. She was even in Los Angeles with the cast and “crew” (as in Stephenie Meyer and Chris Weitz) when I was there! And we didn’t even know because we didn’t totally know each other yet. But that’s all changed and now I get to squee vicariously through her!
Chris Weitz
The Wolf Pack
Taylor Lautner
Kristen Stewart
Robert Pattinson
I die.
Originally published at amateur sleuth. Please leave any comments there.
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[18 Nov 2009|11:10am] |
(I moved this post so it wasn't hidden in with the ones for my website.)
Look! A post over here!!!
My last three posts have generated, roughly, zero comments. I know people are reading, and clicking through, and "liking" in their own way, but getting a blog off the ground from something only friends read to something strangers read, too, is a difficult task. Maybe there just hasn't been much to say in response to what I've said. And, really, I haven't said anything of much substance in a while. I've obviously laxed the fuck out of losing weight and joining roller derby. I really, really, really want to accomplish those things, but this everlasting laziness (and, maybe, a hint of depression?) has stuck me where I am. School isn't so busy (watching movies is so hard), I don't have real work, and the house is a complete mess; what I'm saying is, I'm doing nothing and that nothing is distracting me from changing, from really bettering myself, you know?
I'm in school on Tuesdays from eight in the morning until nine at night. It's rough, but after that? Only one class on Wednesday and one on Thursday. The rest of those days could be spent doing anything. What I should do: exercise. What I'd like to do: write my future Oscar-winning screenplay. What I actually do: hang out online and watch reruns on the television. What have I become that I can't even do what I want to do anymore? I'm part hermit because I don't want to leave the house, and part cat lady because they end up keeping me on the couch anyway.
I don't know where I was going with this, but I just wish I knew a way to snap the frick out of whatever lame trance I'm in.
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| in which i think i’m doing this! |
[17 Nov 2009|06:39pm] |
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I’m going to write about Los Angeles now! I don’t know how exciting this’ll be – I hadn’t the chance the days just after returning home because of school, then I spent the next few days after that catching up on the internet, and now it just feels like old news – but I’ll try my best. And I’ll try to remember everything we did (that’s Ashley and me, we) in order of when we did it. But my brain is seventy-eight years old, so who knows.
Wednesday:
Ashley and I forget how time zones work. Game Six of the (dreadful, dreadful) World Series is at eight; only, it’s really at five in west coast time. So, we have a taxi take us straight from the airport to a bar called The Shack (not to be confused with Radio Shack, taxi driver), where Philadelphia sports fan unite as one! We happen upon a (real douche of a) kid we went to high school with, and eventually lose the game and series to the Stankees. Defeated, we make our way to Johnny Rockets and then to our hotel to pass out. It was, roughly, nine at night.
Thursday:
We spring from our beds at seven to start our day (what, it would’ve been ten east coast time!). We have some good grub at Mel’s Drive-in, take a little tour of the museum attached to it, and this may have been the morning we walked through Madame Tussauds? I have no idea.
Because we have tickets to that night’s taping of The Tonight Show with Conan O’Brien, and because we have bad luck, we head straight to Universal City/Studios to hang out and ensure we get two spots in the audience. We walk through the “city”, eat some french fries, and meet some Kenneths as we wait in line for hours. And then we made it onto the television! (the bit starts at around 3:10)
I think we ordered Pizza Hut this night.
Friday:
We got a late start this morning (gasp!, eight-thirty!). I was finally having my very first LiveJournal meetup with another Ashley, while she was on break at school (FIDM, anyone?!), but it didn’t work out so smoothly. Confusion off the metro, added to the already mentioned groggy morning, and we only had about twenty minutes together, most of that spent chatting with our mouths full over lunch. I will come back and we will have a proper hang, miss!
On the way back to our quarters, we take a slight detour to Amoeba Records, Baja Fresh, and a Scientology museum! Yikes! We even take a tour! No one said I wasn’t allowed to take pictures during said tour, but I was frightened to.
Hi!
Saturday:
This day, was tour day: Grauman’s Chinest Theatre, Hollywood Homes, favorite celebrity haunts, and back again – but not before stopping at the Grove for the Glee signing at Barnes & Noble!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We weren’t on the west coast when they gave out the wristbands to get things signed, so we settled for stalking through the children’s book section and taking blurry pictures as they walked by.
The Jonas Brothers live there!!!!!
I don’t know that we did anything after that. We had to take the tour bus all the way back to the hotel (through the second half of the tour, since we got off in the middle of it) and that was tiring enough.
Sunday:
We find out that we have to get right back on that same tour bus in order to get to Santa Monica (through another tour bus – confusion!). So, we sit through the first half of “celebrity haunts” tour and have some Pinkberry whilest waiting for the Santa Monica bus to bring us to the pier.
After freezing our fingies off on the two tour buses back to Hollywood Boulevard, we go to the absolute greatest place on earth:
I ate this.
Ashley ate this.
And then, luck would be our lady that night, we happen upon the Hamilton Behind the Camera Awards arrivals!!! We are late to the game, though, and miss some very important people (Jason Bateman, ZOOEY DESCHANEL!!!!!!!!!), but we do see my current Crush and future husband, as well as two former Crushes, amongst others.
Hallo, Herr Waltz. Ich liebe dich.
Oh, look! It’s Joseph Gordon-Smugface!
Way to focus in on the guy next to Pacey, camera.
We stay outside of the Kodak Theatre/Hollywood & Highland Center area (where these awards were taking place, I guess in a room somewhere?) for a long while, hoping they’d be finished soon; after all, I got that shot of Joshua Jackson as he was leaving. No luck, and I will be forever sad that I missed Zooey.
Monday:
Our final morning in the hotel, our final day in Los Angeles. We take one final bus tour – this time, by ourselves! Not awkward at all! – and hang around atop the Hollywood & Highland Center to get some good views of the Old Dogs premiere.
I want to go here, but their website doesn’t say anything about screenwriting? Even though the poster on the actual building said they have it? Confusion.
We also ate here and invited John Mayer along. He didn’t come.
The weather held up, it was never too hot or cold, and the sun shone just about every second of the day. I’m not one for overdoing the summer season, so it was nice having the springtime it gave. Taking the red eye back home and then going straight into a thirteen hour day of school was absolutely rough, but I survived. And, really, my time out there was pretty magical. I got to see some amazing places and learn some interesting facts about the history of Hollywood. Our “zero celebrities spotted” count was blown away by the ones we finally did end up seeing. And I hope I hope I hope I can be a part of that place soon. I want people to put their hands in my clay ones one day! I’ll be whatever that city needs me to be (in terms of writing scripts, though, which isn’t “whatever” at all).
(Obviously, I took hundreds more photographs – Flickr.)
Originally published at amateur sleuth. Please leave any comments there.
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