Getting to know Doodle

My dear friend Mr. Leggs sent around one of those little getting to know you emails, and I thought why not be cheap and use that as my Mondoodle post. Enjoy and I hope you'll post your answers either on your blog or as a comment below. Doodle!

1. What is your occupation? Corporate Drone/Budding Superstar Comedienne
2. What color are your socks right now? furry leopard slippers
3. What are you listening to right now? P.C. Richard & Son commercial
4. What was the last thing that you ate? chicken soup
5. Can you drive a stick shift? Yes
6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? cornflower
7. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Darla
8. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Dearly
9. How old are you today? 27
10.Favorite drink? Vodka and Crystal Light
11. What is your favorite sport to watch? High Impact Extreme Ballet
12. Have you ever dyed your hair? So many times, blonde, red, black...oh my
13. Pets? Does alcoholism count as a pet?
14. Favorite food? Mexican
15. What was the last movie you watched and did you like it? Pan's Labrynth, amazing
16. Favorite month? September
17. What do you do to vent anger? Why do you think I have ulcers?
18. What was your favorite toy as a child? Windy Bear (as in twist twist, not gust gust)
19. What is your favorite, fall or spring? Fall
20. Hugs or kisses? Hugs
21. Cherries or Blueberries? eh
22. Do you want your friends to respond? bring it
23. Who is most likely to respond? Darladiva
24. Who is least likely to respond? Sir Wilio
25. Living arrangements? Live with my roomie in Chelsea's Kitchen
26. When was the last time you cried? pretty recently
27. What is on the floor of your closet? closet? below where my clothes hang is a dresser-type thing
28. Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending this to? Doesn't it seem like we've known each other for hundreds of years? Well, she's known me my whole life, auntie sash
29. What did you do last night? made some spicy asian type food and passed out
30. Favorite smells? Food so spicy you tear up
31. What inspires you? Funny
32. What are you afraid of? Mediocrity
33. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? Spicy
34. Favorite dog breed? Teacup Yorkies
35. Number of keys on your key ring? 4
36. How many years at your current job? .75
37. Favorite day of the week? Sunday
38. What states have you lived in? TX, CO, MT, NY, VA, Tour Van, Tour Bus
39. Favorite holidays? Parodivas Day, Oct 13
40. Ever driven a Motorcycle or heavy machinery? I used to drive around the neighborhood on a riding lawn mower. Does that count?

Happy Post

Happy post, happy post, this is a happy post.
Buttered toast, buttered toast, I'm eating buttered toast.
Take some pills, happy pills, taking some happy pills.
All the frills, no more chills, taking some happy pills.
It's cold out there, but I don't care, I don't care it's cold out there.
Why? Because this is a...
Happy post, happy post, this is a happy post!!!

I suggest everyone take some Vitamin B-12.

This blog makes it quite apparent that I am bi-polar.

I am going to bundle up and brave the hideous cold to get to the gym where I will make myself unnecessarily hot then cool down to bundle up to brave the hideous cold to get home where I will make myself warm as I huddle next to the radiator. I think tonight might be the night for ordering in (poor delivery man) and watching meaningless television. Yes, me thinks. Oooh, and I have some wine too. That is hott. I mean coldd. Who(m) am I kidding? I don't know what the hell I'm(m) saying. I'd better go before I...

Doodle.

Doodle? Doodle.

Tired? Coffee comforts, coddles.
Gym? Image....Gymage?
Ugh? Smile. Smile. Smile.
Cold? Cashmere comforts.
Work? Bank Account benefits
Lonely? The burn of stifled tears.

Questions? Diversions.

Heroes is back in 14 minutes!!!

Why must there be Mondoodles? I object.

Last night I made pork chops, collard greens, and black-eyed peas for dinner while watching You’re the One That I Want. It was fine. I like the Gay Danny. He toured with Hairspray, was on a soap, blah. I’m just glad that it is at least possible that someone with credits might get the role. Blah.

On Saturday night I met Crickpot downtown and we saw Gutenberg the Musical. Thanks to Darladiva’s Smoosh for the cheap tickets! It is so so so so so good. If you have a chance, I really think it is not to be missed. It was just so much fun. And Darladiva, I totally felt the way that you did. Why didn’t we think of it first? Or something like it? We should brainstorm a show with this type of concept. Totally our cup of doodle. Anyhoo, these two character actors are quintessential character actors, playing a million roles so specifically. Christopher Fitzgerald did a Boss Hog-type as the villain Monk. I mean, do you know who Boss Hog is? I want to be Jeremy Shamos. When I saw him in Reckless I wanted to be him, now even more so. Such wonderful physical work combined with great voice work. Yummy. It was just a lovely experience. Soooo, I totally intend to buy the cast album (hopefully they will produce it) and obsess over this for at least 2 months. Wootle.

What else did I do? I met Sir Willio for drinks after the show at That Bar. It was eh. I chatted with this couple who want to be my “friends.” Hmm.

On Friday, Darladiva and I went for drinks and then hopped in a cab back to Queens to um…drink some more. It was crazy, but fun. We watched Cry Baby with Johnny Dep, which I’d never seen, for some reason. Camp. Love it.

C’est ca. Doodle.

Doodle thinks he's funny

Old Man Doodle

Doodle gets real.

Okay, I admit it. I’m not being proactive about finding a role on a sitcom I’ll like. Honestly, in the not-so-back of my mind I am dreaming of having a voice over career supplemented by my part time day job as a personal assistant to a (gay) fashionista or something. Is that so wrong? I mean I have the money set aside to get my demo. I’m going to get that marked off my list in the next month or so. I’ve been given a “second chance” in my role on the sitcom The Office, so I feel I’ve got a little time to sort of see what’s out there. I don’t know. The idea of putting on my (only) suit and interviewing 7 times at 5 companies is daunting and I am avoiding it. I am. You can slap me on the hand but it won’t do any good. I do that to myself every day. Alas, that’s where I stand on the sitcom front. Trying is difficult. Right? Ugh. Maybe it’s my super-indecision and the fear that I will have to make a decision at some point? Stupid Libra. Meanwhile the casting directors of The Office are still seeing other actors. It’s not like that has ceased. BLAH!

As to my healing, sexual or otherwise, I would say it is going fairly well. I joined the gym, so for at least an hour a day I can obsess over pedaling the stupid bike a little harder, or goading myself into getting on the stupid treadmill and pretending I’m running from a serial killer or that homophobe from Grey’s Anatomy. What is up with that guy? Man. Shut your angry hole and just do your job, jerk face. Gawd. Darladiva and I are going to see Little Children some time in the near future. We haven’t finalized our plans, but I say we doin’ it. I shall let you know how it is. Since Gwentastic had be loved it, I imagine it’s gonna be goodly. There are a few of those fantasy movies I’d like to see. Arthur and the Invisibles, that one that Darladiva’s Smoosh was talking about (what was that called?), and then another one that looks like it is trying to be Narnia (Shemarnia or something?). I am like a bank on Sunday, don't make no cents. Maybe I should do some research before I start rambling on and on (see previous post) for no reason.

Tonight I am going to stare into the face of my past. Yes, that’s right ya’ll (throws up). I’m goin’ ta a rodeo barr! Yee and or Haw! It’s Gwentastic’s b-day festival. I am soo looking forward to it, but feel that with this sudden will to live the work day shall never end. It’s been between 2-3pm for at least 3 hours already. GEEZ. Can I get a can of Coors already? No love. No love at all.

Doodle.

Blog Word of the Day: Is it Doodle??

Nope.


blogorrhea January 16 : To write a blog entry just for the sake of posting an entry, not because you have done anything interesting today.

Doodle Goes to Movies?

Go and see Notes on a Scandal. Just do it. It is a master class. Judi Dench, Cate Blanchett, and Bill Nighy all deliver some of the deepest characterizations I've seen in a long long time. That's all I'll say for now, but what a great movie. Madame Renea Knight really liked it too. After, we went to That Bar and met a few of her friends. I think it was fun. At some point the bartender was tired of seeing me, so he just poured me a huge glass of vodka. It got more fun after that. Holla!

The Pursuit of Happyness. I went out to Queens and met Darladiva for some humus, pita, and booze. She had an amazing seasonal berry mojito. I had dirty martinis. It was hott. Then we strolled over to the movie theatre to catch Will Smith in his latest movie. This was a rough story to watch. It just seemed that his character would never catch a break. He is a good actor and his son (in real life and in the movie) is adorable. Definitely worth renting this one when it comes out on dvd. All in all it was a lovely experience. I think we ate our weight and the weight of the couple next to us (who were making out the whole time) in popcorn. Mmmmmm.

My friends rock.

Doodle everyone!

Doodle received a letter from his Auntie SASH

Dear Auntie SASH,
Thank you for your letter regarding the seeming “collapse” of my life as recorded in this here blog. While I truly appreciate your request to “hunt someone down and kill them,” I don’t think that will be necessary. I will have to get back to you on whether or not I need you to “ruin a credit rating or two.” I may take you up on that one. As to your referring to me as a “little cowboy sheriff,” I’m just glad my mother doesn’t know how to scan pictures. That’s all I’m sayin’.

Thank you also for your reminding me that while one hand is mutilated and scary, I do still have “another hand.” I’m sorry to hear that our “aging gracefully” gene does “NOT extend to hands.” Alas.

While your sister and father, my Aunt and Grandpa may “consider Maalox one of the four food groups," I am glad to know that you are with me in knowing there is no better way to make sure you have recovered from the stomach flu than with nachos and booze. You and I ARE related Auntie SASH. We ARE.

Auntie SASH, things are going a bit better in my world. I am feeling much better about my life in this newdle year. I am still having some difficulty in my role on the television program “The Office.” They are definitely considering writing my character off the show so I have asked my agent to find me role in another similar sitcom. We shall see. I think that this change will in fact be a good one. It’s the transitions that are difficult, as you know.

Well Auntie SASH please keep in touch and please keep sending me lovely little notes. They are greatly appreciated. It’s too bad we’re not in the same time zone. We could have margaritas after work. Well, I suppose we still can, just separately. Get an extra shot of tequila for me Auntie SASH…

Your one true relative,
Nephew Doodle

Newdle Year Here I Come!! Happiness WILL BE FOUND!!!

So many exclamation points had to be killed to provide this post. Alas!!

Last week was one of the most challenging of my life. I almost said worst, but I don’t think that’s what I mean. Challenging. It’s time to start calling things what they are. Just because I burst into tears periodically throughout the day does not mean I am sad. As Noodle advised, figure out what triggered those sporadic tears, address that issue, and suddenly you’ll feel better…until two hours later I suddenly remember dreaming that my Granny (93 year old great grandmother) gave me a kiss. She was comforting me. (bursts into tears that damage his keyboard). 93;mngm lelea’ el3 o90 nmmcl htle dla e godoo dle. I am tremendously grateful for my friends. Thank you all so much for this weekend!

But, prior to the weekend, there was the event that happened. You know. Then I practically cut the tip of my finger off with one of my fancy new knives. It was so disgusting. I honestly prepared myself to die from blood loss or Tetanus as I put myself to bed. That was Wednesday night. Luckily I didn’t die, but my finger is hideous. Now I’ll never be a hand model. Boo! Then on Thursday I heard tell that Darladiva had been struck ill with heinous stomach flu. The poor dear. As I wept and drank and cooked on Thursday night I realized that throughout the entire day I had had no appetite whatsoever. I mean this isn’t all that odd, but it was even more pronounced than usual. Oh well. I had some food and went to sleep. At about 1:50 am I awoke and realized it was going to be a long night…in the bathroom. I finally stopped my visits around 7 am when I called in to The Office to let them know I was on the verge of death and could not administrate. I spent the whole day trying to get some freakin’ water down and watching tv and trying to fall into a sweet sweet coma. The coma never came, but I did sleep for a bit and I think I murdered the fever at least. Around 4:30 or so, I ventured out into the world to get some ginger ale and to find something that might be edible. I got some chicken soup and hoped for the best. The best was not to be had. Oh well. I don’t remember Friday night too well, but I guess that’s good.

Saturday I was feeling better and glad about it. I was able to have a bit of the chicken soup and I made some jell-o that seemed to be okay. I made a shopping date with Madame Renea Knight and we went to Macy’s. I honestly don’t know why. Well yes, I do know why. I sat in front of the television for 90 hours (I sleep with it on). And in those 90 hours I must have heard the “Macy’s One Day Sale all day Saturday” commercial at least 86.5 times. NO WONDER! Madame and I wandered around horrified at the clothes, the people, and the (shudders) children. WHY OH WHY OH WHY??!! Then we headed back to my place for a little drink and some Best of Eartha Kitt. Listening to songs for her cabaret in the works: Oooh la la! Then Madame dropped me off at Chevy’s where I was to meet Darladiva for some chips and a drink before meeting Crickpot and his sister to see Dreamgirls (2nd time for me). Darladiva and I ate five nachos and then realized we should head over to the theatre to ensure some good seats. We succeeded. The movie was great (again). Although some of the kids and such around us laughed during the points when the recitative was sung, IT’S A MUSICAL!!! Oh well. Whatever. Nothing will compare to my experience seeing it at the Ziegfeld, but it was fun nonetheless. Thennnnn, Darladiva, Crickpot, and I headed over to an Irish pub for a drink. We sat and had a lovely therapy session. Four drinks is cheaper than any NY therapist I know. Darladiva had to head back to Queens to take care of a soon to be ailing Smoosh and then Crickpot had to head back to his dream palace on the LES. So I text Sir Willio to come and meet me for a drink as I was not ready to go home and be alone. Oy. He met me at a nearby bar and we chatted a bit about the angry stomach flu that had attacked us. His was so bad that he had to check himself into the ER. They gave him some fluid and some anti-barfing meds…lucky. Of course as we’re sitting there, I see The BF walk by with one of his friends. He looked very happy.

I got home around 3:30 and tried to get to sleep. Sunday was the hardest for me. I just couldn’t keep the tears from flowing. It was like a Lifetime movie up in that apartment. Unfortunately my mother (played by Jill Eikenberry or Judith Light) was not there to comfort me and tell me it would all be okay. I realized I needed more friend time. I called up Crickpot and he invited me to see is new palace. We had a lovely day just chatting and pretending to work on his moving-in projects and we had some lovely pita and hummus and some ginger cookies and some beers. Then I forced him to not take yoga and watch You’re the One That I Want. Oh my. I just don’t know if I have words for this show. I mean…I guess it’s okay, but it’s also frightening. They have to do a reality show about casting a Broadway production and all they will realize is that the best talent for such things is IN NEW YORK??!!!! Ugh. I don’t know. I guess I’ll keep watching to see. Train wreck. You know. Then I hopped in a cab and headed home.

The needing of friends was not over though. Oh no. I called Noodle, but she didn’t answer. I figured she had gone to bed because she ALSO is sick. UGH! Then I called Darladiva to see if she watched the show. She didn’t. Hmm. So chatting with Darladiva got me to my front door. Then I chatted with her online once inside. Then, chatted with Noodle when she called me back. Then I headed off to bed where I cuddled up with one final friend, my stuffed Eeyore. Oh my. You gotta have friends.

Doodle!

Doodle-o-Scope

"You are at the leading edge of a creative wave, allowing you to express the ideas that have been building up inside your fertile imagination. Perhaps you recently faced restrictions that prevented you from having too much fun, yet now the landscape is shifting and a party is arriving at your doorstep. Make the most of this time by simply giving yourself permission to be spontaneous and playful. "

Restrictions that prevented me from having too much fun? MMMhmm.

I bought this post at the 99 cent store-oodle

Frog to Toad:

Sometimes the days they can be very busy
So I like to stop and think now and then
I think of the reasons I have to be happy
And that makes me happy all over again

What made you think that I was unhappy
What were you thinking was making me blue
I only come out here to sit and remember
I love being a frog in the warm sunny summer
On days such as this one that's what I do

This morning I woke up and thought
I am happy. It's been since April since I have been sad
I'll go be alone to think how I'm happy.
For all that I have and all that I've had

What made you think that I was unhappy
What were thinking was making me blue
I only came out here to think how I'm happy.
I love being a frog in the warm sunny summer
But mostly I'm happy because I have you.

Without knowing that I have amazing amazing friends who will always be there to support me no matter what happens in my life, not matter what silly song about butt sex that I want you to sing, without you I would just drift away in the wind. And although sometimes, like now, I feel like letting go and letting that wind just take me away, I know that it would take me away from all of you and I can't let that happen. If anyone wants to go get some drinks or see a show or something, I'd like to go with you. I have a lot more time to myself now. You are a few of my favorite doodles.

Toodles.