Hello, DIY Project

How easy would this be to pull off on your own? I'm totally going to do this for our apartment in the fall. I love big art pieces, but art is EXPENSIVE. Making a version of this clock is completely affordable, not to mention functional and crafty. And boy do I love me some crafty. You could fill the frames with pieces of wall paper, photos of family/friends, or mini black-and-white movie posters. Or skip the frames all together and use something funkier, like old records or wall stencils.

It is on, wall clock. Oh, it is on.

Big News! Help Make it Bigger!

I have something to share now.

I am proud to announce that the short film I acted in last summer has been chosen as the closing night film at NFFTY 2009.

Words can't even begin to express how excited we are about this. We nearly killed ourselves working on The Reunion of Amilia Marbleberry and Marcy Stills and are ecstatic that people seem to love our film as much as we do.  The folks at NFFTY have really gotten behind our project and given us a lot of buzz--and getting the distinction of being chosen as the closing night film is huge. We are beyond thrilled! The cast and crew will get to participate in a Q&A post-showing, and from what I hear, NFFTY is really hyping our appearance. You know, no pressure. 

So if you have a minute, please help and buzz our film! Head over to www.nffty.org, register (I promise there are no irritating e-mails that will follow), find The Reunion, give it a good rating, and add it to your calendar. I will literally love you forever. Seriously. 

Help make our film festival debut amazing!

Film description: 

    Marcy Stills (Jourdan Lance), a college student suffering from OCD, finds her life dramatically interrupted when her childhood best friend (Shashona Brooks) appears on her doorstep seeking to repair their friendship after ten years apart. 

What NFFTY is saying about The Reunion:

     "This funny, brilliantly acted drama is a triumph of youth filmaking."

     "Outstanding perfomances from the cast and spot-on talent from writer/director Michael Tucker make The Reunion the not-to-be-missed film of NFFTY 09."

No More

I'm going to stop attaching ETA's to my blogs...because I never meet them. Darn you, busy life! *shakes fist*

More to come once my schedule calms down...(see, THAT timeline I can stick to).

Gotta prepare and all...

I'm slightly obsessed with The Sartorialist. And by slightly, I mean completely. I have an embarrassingly large folder of ensembles pulled from this blog that would look good on Wyatt should he ever choose to let me have free reign over his wardrobe. And what better excuse to dress the boy up than when we go to Paris? Granted, we won't be going to France for another 6 months. But it's never too early to plan his ensembles, right? I'll post Wyatt's wardrobe today and mine tomorrow.

I don't think I can get him to rock the man bag, though. My womanly wiles have only so much power.

I had a good weekend.

Went here.

Picked up one of these.

Gave these.

Received this.

Saw him.

Checked out this.

Ate too many of these.

And finally picked out this.

And I'm feeling good.

Countdown!

So begins my countdown of the many reasons that Twilight will be the most embarrassingly awful film of the year.

I'll start with the biggest problem: the book itself. I mean really? I read the first three to see what all the fuss was about, but by the fourth, I just couldn't handle it anymore. When a half-vampire baby was born, I threw the book down, raised my fists to the heavens, and cried for half an hour. I was sick to my stomach. These books are a joke. If this is where the American novel is headed...well, it's time to run for the hills, my fellow citizens. I'm not even sure what the plot of this series is, but I think it's something about Bella trying to figure out how to breathe. Hasn't the girl heard of wikipedia? They're called lungs, sweetie. 

 I could go on and on about the plot issues and the redundancy of the language ("his angel face" is officially my least favorite descriptor in literature), but this person just does it so much better. Read it. Oh dear goodness, read it. The tally is....priceless. Multiply it by 4 and you've got the whole series. 

For my next blog, I'll discuss how Twilight glorifies the textbook definition of an abusive relationship. Can't wait!

My Dark Present

Dear Madonna,

Stop working out like a maniac and age gracefully like everyone else has to. You're starting to look like a transvestite. And you're giving me nightmares.

Love,
Jourdan