Hooray, we survived the Stormpocalypse!
I rate that baby Awesome!
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Hooray, we survived the Stormpocalypse!
I rate that baby Awesome!
Wouldn't throw people in S. Florida.
Actually, as I was typing, I was thinking, 'well, except when we go to Florida"
I am so glad I did not go in today.
Assuming it is static, an amusing photo on the NYT website right now: [link]
Um...
The Piss-Screen is a pressure-sensitive inlay for urinals, to play a game with your pee. The game is displayed on a screen above the urinal. We teamed up with bars across Frankfurt, and installed the Piss-Screen in the men's restrooms. We designed a driving game in the style of Need for Speed with the clue that people would have a terrible crash into the oncoming-traffic if their reaction was too slow. After the crash we placed the message: "Too pissed to drive? Take a Taxi instead! Call: 069-733030"
Kate Hudson: Men Are Primal (Interview)
On her outlook on men:
“As primal beings, men are not supposed to be monogamous. When people ask, ‘Do you believe in monogamy?’ Well, of course that’s what you want. But part of what I love about men is that it’s hard for them to be monogamous. Women, I think, need to spend more time understanding men than changing men. And vice versa.”
Well, um... huh.
eta: Also, WTF is a "primal being"? One who's id only?
Also, WTF is a "primal being"? One who's id only?
Animal! "WOMAN! WOOOOMAAAAAN!!!!" I know what her ex looks like - I think Animal'd be a better deal.
Someone please tell me not to freak out. Please. One of the things in the GCS email box today was mail from someone who is a reality show producer, and has done a LOT of stuff. (And who has worked with Jill Tracy a musical artist I admire.) He wants to talk to me about developing a program based off of GCS. Tonight suddenly involves looking at the contract I have with my (awesome!) agent, sending her some mail, and hyperventilating.
(I may delete this. I don't know. Freaking out, freaking out, la la la.)
You're overdue for that contract Jilli!
Don't freak.
You're overdue for that contract Jilli!
What, a reality tv contract? I dunno. Sure, we've joked about it, but at the moment? omg omg omg.
Boy am I glad I actually remember where I filed my copy of the contract with my agent, instead of being my usual vaguely-organized self.