Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Husband (to wife): Dinner?
Husband: Call ------ Restaurant and see if they have a full bar.
(insert phone call here)
Wife (upon hanging up): They have plenty of empty seats at the bar. I quote.
* yes, this is a true story from this weekend (via the office). I heart Fullerton.
Posted by weetiny at 5:12 PM
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Looking at Julia Randall’s insanely rendered coloured pencil drawings of tongues, headless dolls, and Rococo wigs, it’s easy to be distracted by her flawless technique. Subtle creases in a lower lip, stray strands of wispy hair, and gleaming spit bubbles are captured in perfect detail, seemingly more realistic than the naked eye can see....more
* c/o The Block
Posted by weetiny at 1:02 PM
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
If you are not watching The LXD on hulu, you need to be. It's projects like this, that keep me thirsting, make me need to create. I want to work with these guys.
episode one: The Tale of Trevor Drift
* episodes 4 & 5 dropped today, get watching!
Posted by weetiny at 11:07 AM
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Six years ago right now I was probably sleeping. Just over half a decade later, I enjoyed a night at the pool drinking beers with my neighbor, re-hashing the one that got away.
I have a bona fide career, six years out. I have a house I built. Looking back I see many accomplishments, milestones really. But tonight I am 25 again and just out of the first of many surgeries, having no idea what lies ahead. I remember how wickedly hot it was already in Los Angeles. Settled in the present, via the past, I can feel that night, almost needing to scratch the bandage on my left boob. Christ I still had boobs, for 25 more days at that point.
Diary, dear Diary! Five years past, I was just returned from Europe with my life flip, turned upside down again. My heart torn in tatters, fist raised at the sky, shaking with anger and fear. That was the summer I tore off the mental bandages. I am pretty sure I sun burned my brain.
Years four and three, if I can't recall right now, I won't stress over. Two years ago I skipped through on an extended summer vacation. Last year I was packing for Paris, feeling like it was all coming to a close and starting over. I crammed so much into last year, last summer season.
So maybe this anniversary has returned with a vengeance from growing pains. In which case, bring on a decade because by then, I'll be on top of my game, just hitting my stride. One that, god willing, will carry me through the amazing marathon of the rest of my life.
* Downtown sneaks up you in the summer with last minute invitations and everyone more in the mood to random hang out. I love that about this city.
Posted by weetiny at 9:50 PM
Friday, April 2, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
I love career news from friends! Congrats P! When you get your Oscar invite you know who your date is!
Story centers on Peter Chancellor, who turns in a novel about D.C. power brokers who are blackmailed into altering U.S. policies. When some operatives get hold of the manuscript, they think he has uncovered their actual scheme and try to hunt the author down.
Project, which is being developed as a Leonardo DiCaprio star-ring vehicle, has seen earlier drafts penned by Michael Seitzman and Alessandro Camon.
In recent years, the late Ludlum's thrillers have proven irresistible to studios and big-name talent. Universal, the studio behind Ludlum's "Bourne" franchise, is developing "The Sigma Protocol." And Tom Cruise, Denzel Washington and helmer David Cronenberg are attached to an adaptation of "The Matarese Circle" at MGM.
Douglas Wick is producing "Chancellor Manuscript" alongside DiCaprio. Forster's partner Brad Simpson is also involved in some producing capacity as is Captivate Entertainment, which reps the Ludlum estate.
Forster, whose credits include "The Kite Runner," most recently directed the James Bond pic "Quantum of Solace."
O'Brien's credits include the female-driven thriller "Unlocked," which garnered buzz and made the 2008 Black list. Producers Georgina Townsley and Lorenzo di Bonaventura are teaming to put that project together. O'Brien is also writing the game story for the Microsoft game "Halo: Reach."
c/o of Variety
Posted by weetiny at 9:59 AM
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
As you are most likely aware I work in fashion. Glorious industry that it is, promoting healthy eating and body image, sometimes even I am shocked by its naked underbelly. Maybe appalled fits better. I came across this story thanks to NY MAG and followed it back to the original article in the NY Times. I have posted the link below, if you're a bleedy heart like me, have a drink first.
A CLOTHING CLEARANCE WHERE MORE THAN JUST PRICES HAVE BEEN SLASHED - NY Times
Posted by weetiny at 2:09 PM
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Friday, December 18, 2009
Does anyone else remember LOVE SPIT LOVE? I am digging deep here. It's up there with Angela Chase in my important memories of high school. I can see the CD cover as I tear off the snowman wrapping paper between classes in the Science Quad. It's 2 days before Christmas break 1994. The outdoor hallway is cold, gray and dreary (Northern CA is seriously dreary in the heart of Dec.) and I am wearing overalls and (obvs.) Doc Martens with a plaid shirt stolen from my Step Dad (fashion rocked in 1994 - what can I say?) Running for the parking lot and someone's car, ditching the rest of the day to drive around in the rain and argue the importance of algebra when music can make you feel like this!!
Somewhere along the way it got filed in the 1990's as I moved into the aughts. Until this morning when I decided to work on a holiday playlist. "Am I Wrong" started running laps in my head and then the rest of the nineties decided to show up the the party. I am going to work on this continually throughout the day, hence the title UPDATED. As a carry over from last night, we're starting with some classics. Happy Holidays!
1. "Sitting on the Dock of the Bay", OTIS REDDING
2. "Nightmoves", BOB SEGER
3. "Tired of Being Alone", AL GREEN
4. "Letter to Elise", THE CURE
5. "But Not Tonight", DEPECHE MODE
6. "Get Off This", CRACKER
7. "Hey Jealousy", GIN BLOSSOMS
8. "I Will Not Take These Things for Granted", TOAD THE WET SPROCKET
9. "Laid", JAMES
10. "Jane Says", Jane's Addiction
11. "Heaven", PSYCHEDELIC FURS
12. "Running Up that Hill", KATE BUSH
13. "Am I Wrong", LOVE SPIT LOVE
14. "Unbelievable", EMF
15. "Set Adrift on Memory Bliss", PM DAWN
16. "November Rain", GUNS N' ROSES
17. "Elegantly Wasted", INXS
18. "To Be with You", MR. BIG
19 "Far Behind", Candlebox
20. "Whose Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses?" U2
21. "MotownPhilly", BOYZ II MEN
22. "If You Go", John Secada
23. "Jealousy", Natalie Merchant
23. "The Promise", Tracy Chapman
Posted by weetiny at 10:19 AM
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Pepe's gone ghetto, rats have united, the Electric Mayhem makes a cameo right after a flying fish, Chef leaves the kitchen, Sam Eagle is horrified and I can finally say,
"HAPPY TURKEYTIME™ BITCHES!"
So sing it Piggy, I'm off to get my haircut and celebrate eating the most horrifying bird in the animal kingdom.
Posted by weetiny at 3:10 PM
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
I just had to use that little piece of inner-office chatter, because it is true. And it also falls in line with a conversation from last night that was a trip down late 1970's / 1980's kids TV show memory lane. And that conversation was started with this:
"You were a 3,2,1 CONTACT kid weren't you?"
Yes. Yes I was. Then we proceeded to sing the theme song.
Why can't things play out that way at the office? Can't someone make an e-commerce platform that works correctly in ALL browsers? Why? Why, God why!?
Posted by weetiny at 10:38 AM
Monday, August 31, 2009
I am right back in 5th grade playing fog tag and running until I simply could not run any further, listening to this. Which is exactly where I would like to be this morning - away from the heat, the crazy fires eating up Los Angeles, and a host of other obligations. Like work.
Posted by weetiny at 11:25 AM
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
...outside today. So I am playing on the internet and checking in on lots of things that are overdue for a checking. The song makes me laugh and I love her wee frenchie accent. I am all about B/W these days and thinking that may be the inspiration for something new from the wee studio.
In fact, in an obtuse way, this reminds me of my studio work, if it were digital (not hand assembled) and in motion (instead of being finite and trapped under layers of varnish). I've been playing in the studio quite a bit lately. And I have never been happier that my concert plans for the evening were canceled so that I can work! WORK!
the ink/milk/wet parts as transitioners (wee word alert), have me completely enthralled.
Posted by weetiny at 4:12 PM
Monday, August 24, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
The Neighbors Have a New Puppy
Scene: (from my window)
Puppy alone in frame, pooping on the floor of the apartment. Once finished Puppy turns to sniff steamy pile of poop and excitedly scampers out of frame. (I laugh hysterically and contemplate calling Sparkles for a play by play)
Sock Feet enters frame, (I determine it is the man half of the couple), and flops into full frame via the couch. He is eating Pringles. He notices the pile to his left and dives right back into the can of Pringles. Sock Feet gets up to fetch the remote.
(without audio I can only deduce he must have said to Bare Feet (the female half), "Get the poop.")
Bare Feet enters frame with blue plastic baggie. Sock Feet opens a beer and changes channels. Bare Feet aims the plastic bag for the pile and scoops the poop. Puppy bounces into frame and chomps on blue plastic baggie. Puppy is really into this new game of tug o' war. Bare Feet swats at Puppy and holds tight to the baggie. Sock Feet turns head and waves his free hand from the couch. Puppy shakes his head.
Blue plastic baggie rips open and poop takes flight. In a twist of instamatic karma, the poop lands on the couch right next to Sock Feet. In his haste to get out of the path of incoming poop, he spills his beer and knocks over the Pringles. I fall over laughing.
When I last peeked, Sock Feet was wildly gesturing and opening his mouth like a bass while Puppy rolled in spilled beer and chips. Bare Feet was standing with the empty blue plastic baggie, right over the spot on the floor where the pile was laid. Now that last part is just not fair.
Lesson: If you spy Puppy's poop, pick it up.
Posted by weetiny at 10:06 PM