Kickball, Picketing and Boob Sweat

Last night was our last kickball game for the season. It was a playoff game, one of those "lose and you're out" types and we lost so no more kickball for us. It was fun while it lasted. We actually went out with a bang, only losing 1-2 against a veteran team who were awesome to play. Unlike other teams they weren't pissy about every call and didn't act like douches. I actually did well for a change, driving in our only run, getting on base (TWICE!) and making two vital catches for the out. :) Beer at Big Wang's was great as well, I even flirted with a dude until he opened his mouth and spoke and all kinds of stupidity floated out. Oh well.

This morning I picketed the Ellen show in Burbank, trying to get lonely housewives and the occasional lesbian to turn away in support of the WGA. No such luck as Ellen fans are about as rabid as Old Yeller. I guess once you get that taste of off rhythm white woman dancing you can't get enough.

We got some people to honk for us, until a nice police officer asked us not to because, as it turns out, we were right across from a hospital and sick people don't like their recovery disturbed by honking. It was hot when I was out there and there was very little shade as we walked in a very tight circle, some guys trying to come up with chants and failing miserably. I passed the time by mentally tracking which was sweating more: my back, or my front and it turns out my boobs were more than up for the challenge. It's times like that where I can't imagine having C's, or DD's in the heat of the day.

I also had a celebrity siting today, Dwanye "The Rock" Johnson crossed the picket line, probably in order to do Ellen. A few writers asked him not to, but, like her estrogen charged fans, I guess Dwayne had to have him some of that dancing.

A Picketing We Will Go

I marched in my first rally today. The WGA organized a massive onslaught of the Fox studio in the hopes of pissing off a lot of executives. We won't know if it worked or not, at least not until Sunday. If it didn't then we'll keep picketing until it does:)

I don't have a final count but there was an estimated 3,000 people there today, and while I can't say I felt that our voices were heard I was really proud to be apart of it and support the WGA as well as supporting the writers with whom I've worked.

Jesse Jackson was there, which was weird. But I will say that man is good with rhyming.

Is It Just Me...

Or was Saturday Night Live actually kinda funny tonight? I found myself watching it out of boredom but I laughed out loud quiet a bit. Hmmmm

Oh Yeah...

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Video of the Day: Cheerleader Gets Run Over

Am I going to hell for laughing at this?

Video of the Day: Weird Cat

Video of the Day: The Condom Song

Wow. Just. Wow.

Shoutout to the DMV

"Really?" you must be thinking, "the DMV?" Why yes, I want to give a shout out and much praise to my local DMV which just helped me tremendously in my time of need.

I had to get a(nother) temp tag for my old and ailing car in order to keep me mobile and I got in and out with not one single problem and the woman who helped me was very understanding and didn't even freakin' charge me. That's right, she helped me for FREE. Of course I am singing her, and the DMV's praises right now.

I know, DMV's are usually shitty places of pure Evil but methinks I lucked up. When I asked the woman what I owed her she said "lunch". And I was far too giddy to ask if she wanted me to fetch her something right then and there so I just smiled like an igit and skipped merrily out the door. So, if I were to take this woman some form of lunch 1) what could I get that's not insulting and 2) would that seem like bribery, or that we had some sort of arrangement. She very well could have been joking for all I know but I feel the need to thank her in a substantial way. That, or pay the compliment forward, like that shitty Kevin Spacey movie.

So, my three readers, what would you do in this situation? Pay it back? (and how?) Or pay it forward?

Video of the Day: REPO! The Genetic Opera

So, there have been a litany of shitty movies throughout the years, but MY GAWD does this thing look like someone actually wrote it with a felt pen tipped with excrement. On one hand, that something this shitty gets made gives me hope for myself, and then on the other hand that something this shitty gets made makes me fear for myself. No matter what they say double edged swords are not cool.

Possibly Worst Come-On Line EVER

Me, sitting quietly at a PepBoys, reading a book that is clearly NOT the bible.

Random Guy, older fellow, standing next to me, going over a come on line in his head, this is what he comes up with:

Random Guy: "Is that the bible?"

Me: "No."

Random Guy rethinks his strategy, comes up with this: "Do you go to LACC?" (Los Angeles Community College)

Me: thanking god that the electric ratchet tool the PepBoy guys use just came on and I have an excuse to ignore him, under the guise I can't hear.

While I can't say it's the worst come-on line ever (I still have a lot of living to do, knock wood) it ranks up there fairly high.