A Continuation of Man Spider Blog

Picture by a Ms. Ellen Burns

2.  Walked the Brooklyn Bridge...Pretty self explanatory...Though I will say this.  Brrrr!  And.  Crowded! Oh and of coures.  Pretty!

Yeah, that happened. 

3.  Greg Mottola's Paul with Simon Pegg and Nick Frost.  I just so happen to be in the second scene (Comic-Con) and right in front of Simon and Nick.  You gotta look for me but I am huge and pasty and definitely there.  Then there is a shot of the back of my head.  Super quick, but I was still nervous getting ready to see myself.  The movie was cute overall, choke full of sci-fi tidbits for all the fanboys out there.  Overall though not my favorite Pegg and Frost movie, but the cast was great and the animation was crazy good.  Plus Kristen Wiig and her cursing...you can't go wrong.  I recommend it fo shizzle.

4.  In a nutshell I got a glimpse at how casting goes down and it was definitely something that piqued my interest.  Possible area of interest in the future?  With my imdb brain?! Possibly ;P

Greenberg. Yeah.

5.  The sunny has slowly been showing its bright face and so have the actors that inhabit NYC.  Thanks to my memory of all things movie related (wish my brain was like this with math or something really useful) in one day I saw not one, not two, but five actors!  And even today I got to see more!  Can i just state for the record that I am one hell of a fan because I do not squeal, gawk or stalk any of these folks.  Just a smile and if they need something I am there to point them in the right direction.  Oh, right...actors...in order of appearance....John Turturro, Kristen Wiig, Amber Tamblyn, Sasha Baren Cohen, Charlie Cox, Dylan Walsh, Bryan Greenberg and Bill Hader.  That was only from last friday till now...woah.  Oh and I totally got to tell Bryan Greenberg I would wash his cup for him because the dishwasher was clean.  Baby steps, baby steps.

Please, oh, please, oh, please! 

6.  Hunting for house/apartment sitting jobs on craigslist/applying for summer housing at NYU.  Got the opportunity to stay longer, and why not!  Would get to go home for a month and a half and then return to the big apple for two months.  I am finally feeling like I am really getting the hang of things here and i am learning so much (sounds corning but it's true) so I want to try as hard as I can, exhaust all my options before settling for Iowa.  Which, in reality is not that bad of a second choice. ;)

Well kiddos that has been my life up to date as briefly as I could put it.  There has been so much more but I thought you would enjoy the supa' fun parts more.  Three weeks left and then I am home.  I can't believe it.  Time goes by when you intern.  Now that's true life.

Spidey Blog, Spidey Blog, don't break your face Spidey Blog.

I really hope that you guys read the title with the theme song in mind because if you didn't you can just cross yourself off the cool list.  Now, if any of you are left on the cool side of things lets catch up shall we?
   What have I don't since you last heard from me?  More like what haven't I done! BAM!  Here's the DL for yuh.
     1.  Shows that I have seen that you may have heard of and may be jealous-or not-of me for seeing:  David Lindsay-Abaire's Good People featuring Frances McDormand & Tate Donavon.  And the one and only...Spiderman Turn Off the Dark.
    2.  Walked the Brooklyn Bridge.
    3.  Saw myself in a movie.
    4.  Interned for a casting director.
    5.  Been in the presence of five, or more, actors in one day.  
    6.  Am currently attempted to be productive while trying to figure out a way to stay in NYC for the summer.

That folks is the Down Low.  Now for specifics.

1.  Abaire's Good People was one of those shows I knew I had to see when I saw that the playwright had a new show premiering with such a wonderful lead actress.  You may know Abaire from his magnificent play now turned motion picture, Rabbit Hole.  His ability to create realistic worlds dealing with rather devastating concepts and weaving in humor and hope into each scenario is something to behold.  And let me tell you I beheld it well.  Student rush tickets for 27 bucks, sat in row G (which is like 7 rows from the front) and saw not one but two actors in the audience.  Zachary Quinto (Slyer from Heroes/Spock from the new Star Trek) was looking mighty fine in his red hat and hipster skinny jeans, and the linebacker that was Kathleen Turner looked exquisite as usual.  *Fun Fact*  Kathleen and I practically chest bumped after the show because it was so crowded...it was awesome.  The show itself wasn't nearly as good as Abaire's previous drama, but it still held its own and McDormand and the small toothed Donavon did superb jobs carrying the show.  Though my personal favorites were the two friends of McDormand's character, the ever so blunt Estelle Parsons and the whippersnapper Becky Ann Baker. Good affective story telling, with a really strong second act.  The ending was a bit ambiguous but that was preferable.

    Spiderman on the other hand...or eight other hands, should have called it quits when the furies (yes, as in the furies from Greek mythology) come out with high heels on every leg to sing about why Arachne (yes that lady who turned into the world's first spider) yells about how having shoes will help her get Peter Parker.  This, my friends, is no joke.  What STOTD did well, they did well. Visually my eyes were gasming right and left, up and down, pretty much all over the place.  *And they should have cause I spent a pretty penny to see this show!*  But, what they did wrong, they took too far.  The music sounded good, the lyrics were HORRIBLE! Peter Parker is a pecker...or something along those lines were put into the bullying song...While my eyes gasmed my ears bled.  But, the rock songs, like "The Boy Falls From the Sky" rocked my life.  The script was poor and all over the place.  So much for any emotional attachment to Aunt Mae or Uncle Ben...they were in it for maybe two scenes.  And when Ben dies...talk about cliche.  "He never knew he loved me!"...yes, that was screamed by Peter Parker...gag me.  But the high notes of it....T.V. Carpio as Arachne blew me away.  Her unique voice and ability to work those eight legs made me wait for her after the show (I did indeed get to talk to her and touch her hand...it's the little things!) Also Patrick Page as the Green Goblin.  Best part hands down.  Too bad he "died" at the end of the first act.  Oh, and the thing you've all been waiting for...mishaps.  Sorry folks, only one, and that was when Spidey rammed his arms into one of the balcony's when he went to perch on it's edge.  Gasps ensued but he was fine.  I think.

See I told you .  Shoes.  I wasn't kidding. 

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Franken-toe

     The days are flying bye! And to some, if not most of the folks on this term, are happy about that...I, on the other hand...am not.  Not that I don't want to fly home see the fam-mostly my dog-and friends and the luscious green of Iowa, but I just don't feel ready to let up my grip on the concrete jungle.
  
     But, less about the sad and more about the happy!

     First off I must congratulate my fellow New York termer (whose name I shall leave disclosed since I don't tend to name most folks on here) of getting into the grad school of her choice. (yes, now you all know that she's a she! though I don't know why you'd assume anything else because unless I didn't tell you, I am the only person on this trip with an outtie instead of an innie.) Not only the first grad school of her choice, but the only grad school she applied too.  And I don't think she got in just because not many people applied this year. ;)  (inside joke.  Gotta keep you on the outside for some of this, otherwise you'd never come back!).

     What else, what else.  Oh two mildly funny stories.  Well, they make me smile but they could fall flat for you readers, so I'll try to carbonate them for you.

      1.)  The Four Preppy White Boys:  At the coffee shop I attend to get online and write these glorious online journal, I had to sit in the presence of four rather snobby white boys.  They were all dressed up in private school get-up, or skipping class get-up because I think I overheard them saying that they were playing hookie, so maybe less preppy and more teenage rebellion was their attire?  Anyways, they sat next to me, and one went up and tried to steal the free sample bucket of goodies the chef had whipped up for the public.  This, my friends, did not go over well.  Getting caught, the boys who sent their lone friend up to steal for them hide their heads as to look innocent, but then the chef came out.  Big, hulky, godzilla-esque the chef in all his glory walked up looked at one of the "innocent" boys and said, "I am not trying to be rude or anything, but you look like that Omen kid." ....dramatic pause....."You mean Damien?" one of the friends asked..."Yeah, that's him." And the chef walked away.  I don't know if it was the chef's subtle insult of practically calling these boys spawns of satan, or just the boys utter lack of response, that I found so amusing but it made my day.  Stupid rebellious prepster kids.
     2.)  The Oscar night catastrophe.  During the Oscars, me and two of my fellow NYC gal pals got together to enjoy a night of movies.  The night was fun, minus the fact that after going to bed for two I woke up to horrible tummy cramps and a body who thought it was ready to get up and start its day, but the Oscars ended in tragedy.  One of the lovely lady's in my room had a bit of a gas problem...Whoever says girls don't fart they fluff...I prefer farts!  Fluffs, are like SBD's only the "deadly" part is literal.  Getting up to find non-existent Oust spray, my friend went into my bathroom, grabbed my shaving cream and proceeded to shoot it across my room.  I only realized what happened when my other friend, who was in the line of fire, sat up with blue-ish white junk all splattered across head.  Not only did it claim the left side of my friend's head, but my desk and dvd case too.  Shaving cream everywhere.  Ps.  It doesn't help covering up fart.

   There was another story, but apparently all this fart talk has gone to my brain and there went my story. Sometimes I think I need Beano for the brain.

   Besides those fun stories, I walked around so much yesterday that my pinkie-toes resemble the insides of a jelly fish.  Hence the title "franken-toe"...They aren't pretty, but hey I can't say my ass doesn't feel a bit firmer.  So mission accomplished! ;)

  Well I am off to buy some groceries, eat, head to a play, and then a night full of reading! I know, I know, hard life.  And by hard, I mean on my wallet.  So by groceries I mean, as little as possible.  By eat I mean, nibbles.  And my play, I mean a play I didn't get any say in and hopefully will be worth it.  And by reading I mean...well...that's pretty self-explanatory.  So, here is to your night!

Later folks! *skips off into the rain*

With A Big Apple Comes Big Worms.

     Sometimes you just need time for yourself.  Or so I have learned thanks to the big apple.  Though it is said  "an apple a day will keep the doctor away," but living in an apple, a BIG apple, doesn't mean you earn extra awesome points.  Because living in, on, and around a big apple, you are more likely to find the dark mushy spots.  The big apple folks, can be sour.
    Now this isn't me venting, though in reality what is a blog really for? I am merely making an observation.  Sour apple isn't a taste for everyone, personally I love sour.  Tangy sweet with that hit of bitterness that makes you go "Wah!" total A.D.D. in your mouth.  Hence my love for New York.  The city runs on crazy.  You have to be ready to go and be ready for obstacles, because lord knows you are gonna face them.  And, here in lies the problem.  Obstacles, whether they be the people that surround you, or the subway car full of children, obstacles are the worms you hate to find in your fruit.  And let me tell you, I effin' hate worms!  Both physically and metaphorically.  But, thanks to a New York epiphany I have found a way to step around the squishy beings completely.
    When faced with a worm, most of the time, in whatever form it may take, it rarely is there to specifically ruin your day, so leave it be!  If someone brushes up against you on the street, it isn't that they are trying to be rude, it is just that the sidewalks are busy and sometimes people just make contact, so don't take it personally.  I could go on with the analogies but really what I want to say is, don't take anything to heart.  Unless it is directly addressed at you, then the flood gates to your endless snarky attitude can be opened, but if not be a duck and let it slide right off your back.  Aka be water repellent, and eat those f**k'in worms.  If you let the littlest thing bother you, your time in New York is gonna be a rough one.  So take thing with a grain of salt, or however that phrase works, and life will be a lot less sour.

   Though, if the problem is coming constantly from an outside source, and one you can't really seem to escape...remove yourself, or spend as little time as possible around it.  That is something I have learned, and let me tell you this last month I have in NYC is looking a whole lot more exciting.  Though, I may be spending a lot more money than I have I think I deserve to be a little touristy.  So, until my next blog about my adventures I hope my so called epiphany will help you avoid the worms, because it just may happen that you too may be a squirmy critter yourself.  ;)