Crunch time.
Yesterday's trip to the gym proved how embarrassingly weak my core's become. I can do the captain's chair leg lifts, but I can't even hover my outstretched legs above the floor when I'm sitting. Brilliant. Much work to be done before dragon boat season or I'm going to injure myself fiercely.
Also, I'm exhausted this morning (only a little sore, though) and slept in until 8:30. Very bad.
A friend emailed me yesterday about yesterday's entry because I was unclear about my issues with Livestrong and similar (and made it sounds a bit like I was annoyed that they didn't give their money to cancer research). Here is a large excerpt from my reply:
Rehashing.
(Gym trip this morning, so this'll be short/somewhat repetitive.)
One of the many irritating things about my glamourous showbiz life is people asking "So, do you get to see all the movies?"
In theory, yes. In practice, not so much. I might work in Happy Fun Town Movieland, but do you ever want to stay at work two hours late? Even to watch a movie? Sometimes, often really, getting the hell out of the building is more important than seeing a film I only have lukewarm interest in. Maybe that's bad and wrong and ungrateful, but I like to be at my own home sometimes, even if it doesn't (usually) smell like delicious popcorn there.
Social media experimentation.
So, the Oscar nominations, eh? I don't know what I could say that would really surprise anyone at this point. I've seen five of the best picture nominees. I might see one more. That is all. I know at least four people who are actually angry that War Horse got in there. On yesterday's Q Oscar panel, Brian D. Johnson referred to one of the other movies as 'Extremely Tedious and Incredibly Long' (I hadn't wanted to see it before I heard that either - it sounds very overwrought, troubled, and schlocky).
Tedium.
Complaining about the weather is so tedious, but seriously? Fuck you, weather, with your day of rain in the middle of a cold spell. Trying to rush to a bus when the sidewalks have seemingly been zambonied is a nightmare, particularly after a very long day at work.
Even though it was long, it wasn't terrible. An ice storm keeps crowds away, even the ridiculously outdoorsy types who come to see this festival every year, so we had about 80-90 free seats at Banff last night. Sounds like a lot, right? Well, the almost 600 people who did show up ate a possibly record-breaking amount of popcorn.
Criticism.
I packed a whole weekend's worth of stuff into one day (yesterday), neglecting some less frivolous things. I might regret that later. I already regret getting involved in singing Bonnie Tyler yesterday morning because I woke up with the earworm back and firmly implanted, possibly forever.
Movie-making.
Remember how I had a wee part in a short film that's been in a post-production since, like, August? Well, I have a chorus rehearsal for that this morning at SAW Video. By 'rehearsal', I think we're recording.
One of the directors said that they've been editing my footage this week. Not only do I look like Kate Winslet, but there are shades of Michelle Pfeiffer. Dude is clearly insane, as I don't think I look like either. Me crossed with Tootsie, maybe.
Anyway, some of the non-tarted-up footage is online, without sound or anything. Any footage of me is mostly just smirking. What else is new?
Skeletons made of meat.
Here's where hypocrisy starts sneaking in because, at heart, I'm vainer than I'd like to admit. Also, I hate shopping enough to be slightly despair-y that my fresh-out-of-the-dryer jeans barely zip up and leave seamlines on my thighs. Not that anyone besides me sees my bare thighs these days, but welts aren't sexy. Humans aren't really supposed to hibernate; I know that the more I sit around snacking and lolling, the more I want to snack and loll. Then I feel like garbage. Garbage that needs to buy new trousers.
Putting.
Right now, I'm waiting for the dishwasher to stop so that I can have a shower.
I could just stop the dishwasher for a bit and turn it back on when it's done, but I would never remember to do that.* In practical terms, I am a mess. I have no memory for the day-to-day important things. This blog is the most disciplined thing I do, and look at the state of it.
Writing long paragraphs.
We're ridiculously busy at the cinema, which is great. January is usually good, because we get at least a couple of Oscar favourites, but we're also the kind of place that people resolving to watch more movies in the new year tend to go.
Paying attention.
I almost literally know nothing about SOPA and PIPA, unlike (some) topics I post about here. As well, I'm not American (duh), so have no real protest power in this game, but I do support today's blackout.