Saw HAIRSPRAY, the movie musical. John Travolta is an abomination. Let's just say he is no Devine. Plus, maybe Mr. Travolta can dance, but in a fat suit he moves horribly. The rest of the movie is pretty good. (Disclaimer: I am a fan of the film but I know nothing about the musical except what Ugly Betty's nephew sang on the subway.) It probably says something that my favorite part of the film was the John Waters cameo in the first 5 minutes. I went with a Japanese coworker who was watching to see if we should buy the film for Japan. I asked her what she thought, and she said, "It is probably a good movie for Japan because they are a very sad people and they need things like this to laugh." This cracked me the fuck up.
Mitch Pillegi is on GREY'S ANATOMY right now. I have nothing to say, really, about this except the man is still sexy. Plus, I am reminded that my old flame David Duchovny (why don't you love me?) has a new Showtime show in which he has a lot of sex. I shall TiFaux that one.
Had a meeting at an agency this morning for which I was late. (And I am never late for meetings.) They are calling the new building "the death star" for a reason. Cold, grey, and mazelike. I swear I arrived 5 minutes late but by the time I got lost in the parking lot, then accidentally exited the parking lot, then found a parking space, I was 20 minutes late. (And I have been to the building 1/2 a dozen times before). It is probably partly my fault because I refuse to valet, and that just throws a giant wrench into the works. Meeting went fine, though. The person we were meeting with, apropos of nothing, referred to my smarmy ex-coworker as a sociopath. That was kinda redemptive. After that, the bosses were out of the office for most of the day so I got a shitload done.
Mitch Pillegi is on GREY'S ANATOMY right now. I have nothing to say, really, about this except the man is still sexy. Plus, I am reminded that my old flame David Duchovny (why don't you love me?) has a new Showtime show in which he has a lot of sex. I shall TiFaux that one.
Had a meeting at an agency this morning for which I was late. (And I am never late for meetings.) They are calling the new building "the death star" for a reason. Cold, grey, and mazelike. I swear I arrived 5 minutes late but by the time I got lost in the parking lot, then accidentally exited the parking lot, then found a parking space, I was 20 minutes late. (And I have been to the building 1/2 a dozen times before). It is probably partly my fault because I refuse to valet, and that just throws a giant wrench into the works. Meeting went fine, though. The person we were meeting with, apropos of nothing, referred to my smarmy ex-coworker as a sociopath. That was kinda redemptive. After that, the bosses were out of the office for most of the day so I got a shitload done.