Rejection
Posted on July 6, 2007 - Filed Under adventure, drama queen, joy of creating, motivation, my opinions, possibilities
Yes, I’ve received my first rejections on my project ‘Get An Agent’ and no, I’m not too disheartened. It was a little stunning getting those first few self addressed stamped envelopes, I had so carefully printed, stamped and placed inside the packages and letters I’d sent. Surreal. I knew without opening them that the answer in all of them was, no. Some of them were so light that I wondered if there was anything in the envelope at all. There was. The smallest slip of paper, politely declining my request. The common response was that they had full client lists and/or the material was not right for them.
I had to wonder though, when they said the material was not right for them, what did that mean, exactly? Was it just a polite way of saying, “Get away from me kid, you’re bothering me” or something else? How could material not be right for an agent? Do they specialize too? Is the world now just full of people who specialize and work in niche markets? It could be, but I couldn’t tell you. All I know is that these folks were either too busy or my material was not ‘right’ for them.
The interesting thing to me was that it didn’t break my heart or make me utter an unintelligible curse in their direction. I expected them. I think you have to expect rejection before you can expect acceptance. Life is like that, isn’t it? You don’t just hop on a bike and zoom down the street, popping wheelies like a pro. Nope. You get on the bike and fall down. And sometimes it’s funny and people laugh at you. But if you want to ride that bike badly enough, you get back on, willing to fall as many times as necessary for you to master it. To get to the goal of zooming down the street and popping wheelies like a pro. Yes, you get right back on the bike and you keep trying until you get there.
But I don’t like the word, trying. Trying implies that your heart isn’t in it. You’re trying to cope. Trying to learn. Trying to make do. Trying to accept rejection. No, I think maybe learning is a better word or just doing. So, this week, I’m doing rejection. I may do it next week again and perhaps even the week after that. Eventually, I’ll get it right.
It feels a little odd to be writing these words and thinking these thoughts because they seem unlike me. I was always a sensitive child and often took things to heart, personally, and would get so discouraged. I was frankly, afraid to even try this because I was afraid I would have that very reaction. Afraid that the Drama Queen would come out and have tantrums and then feel sorry for herself. But the DQ, seems to be happily asleep while I contemplate this new attitude. While I step into this new suit and strut across the room in it. Maybe a few more rejections will coax the Queen out and she’ll have her way with me, but I don’t think so. I think maybe I don’t need her that much anymore. I think that I know what I want and that I’m okay with going after it. Whether it takes days, weeks or years doesn’t seem to matter anymore.
Somewhere along the line, I stopped getting torn up about what people thought of my work. Either they like it or they don’t. Will read it or won’t. It’s always wonderful to get the praise and please a reader but I think that sometimes you learn more from the reader who rejects your work. Whether it’s writing or anything else. If you’re smart and you listen, you will learn things about your work from the naysayers. Maybe how to improve it but more maybe about yourself and what your work really is and isn’t. Who it is for and who it isn’t for. That’s pretty valuable stuff.
I can accept rejection now, I suppose the real question is, can I accept acceptance? Now, there’s an interesting thought.
WC
Movies, All About
Posted on March 19, 2007 - Filed Under I gots to have it, I love movies!, Just For Fun, Opinions, adventure, art, classics, drama queen, fangirly, favorites, imagination, joy of creating, kindred, laughs, loving it!, meme, monte python, my opinions, works of art
I love, love, love movies. And I love these dumb little tests. Feel free to throw up your own answers.
1. A movie that you have seen more than 10 times.
Rear Window - A Hitchcock Classic.
2. A movie that you’ve seen multiple times in the theater.
Annie Hall - for some reason I had to see the movie about 5 times before I felt satisfied. Also Harold and Maude.
3. What actor(s) make you more inclined to see a movie.
Harrison Ford, Mel Gibson, Edward Norton, Christian Bale, Johnny Depp, Julia Roberts, Sandra Bullock, Helen Mirren, Meryl Streep, Sara Jessica Parker, Reese Witherspoon, Drew Barrymore, Matt Damon
4. What actor(s) make you less likely to see a movie.
Russel Crowe, Brad Pitt, Mark Ruffolo, Tim Robbins, Susan Sarandon, Madonna, Jennifer Aniston,
5. A movie that you can and do quote from.
Casablanca, All About Eve, Rainman, the Maltese Falcon, Life of Brian, Young Frankenstein.
6. A movie musical that you know all of the lyrics to all of the songs.
My Fair Lady, Singing in the Rain, Westside Story -not much into musicals
7. A movie that you have been known to sing along with.
My Fair Lady
8. A movie that you would recommend everyone see.
Walk the Line, It’s a Wonderful Life, All About Eve, Conspiracy Theory, The Day the Earth Stood Still
9. A movie that you own.
Following. Now there is a strange flick.
10. An actor who launched his/her entertainment career in another medium but who has surprised you with his/her acting chops.
Steve Martin, Robin Williams, Cher
11. Have you ever seen a movie in a drive-in? If so, what?
Sure. I don’t really remember, it was when I was a little kid.
12. Ever made out in a movie?
Of course.
13. A movie that you keep meaning to see but just haven’t yet gotten around to it.
Taxi Driver
14. Ever walked out of a movie?
Yeah - The Shining - terrible!
15. A movie that made you cry in the theater.
Terms of Endearment and you mean, sob, don’t you?
16. Popcorn?
Extra butter and salt with large diet coke on the side.
17. How often do you go to the movies (as opposed to renting them or watching them at home)?
Not much these days - most of the films seem more like rentals and go to dvd so quickly that it seems silly to pay the $10 or $12 bucks. A few times a year
18. What’s the last movie you saw in the theater?
Premonition - with Sandra Bullock, which I really, really liked.
19. What’s your favorite/preferred genre of movie?
Murder mystery.
20. What’s the first movie you remember seeing in the theater?
Sinbad and the Seven Seas or something like that.
21. What movie do you wish you had never seen?
The Exorcist. I couldn’t turn the lights off for weeks. 2nd place goes to A Clockwork Orange, made me sick to my stomach.
22. What is the weirdest movie you enjoyed?
Memento - tres strange, but oh so cool.
23. What is the scariest movie you’ve seen?
Exorcist - can’t seem to think of any other that has freaked me as much.
24. What is the funniest movie you’ve seen?
Monty Python and the Holy Grail. 2nd place goes to Groundhog Day. 3rd place goes to The Fabulous Baker Boys.
25. If you could only watch one movie for the rest of eternity, what would it be?
Definitely would be either a Hitchcock movie or a Frank Capra. Rear Window, Vertigo or It’s a Wonderful Life. Not sure.
Tell me about your likes and dislikes.
WC
Bad Thoughts
Posted on March 12, 2007 - Filed Under Fat Ass, Humor, Just For Fun, Self Esteem, adventure, brain farts, dasterdly deeds, double yoiks, drama queen, friends, funny bone, guilt, laughs, my fat ass, my opinions, naughty or nice, satire, voices in my head
Okay, I admit it - I’d sell out a friend just to get rid of my fat ass. Shallow, huh? Still, the fantasy of wearing a size 8 again makes a woman do desperate things. What’s your bad, evil wish? Hmmm? 
I know you got one. Eveybody has at least one. Right?
WC
And The Oscar Goes To…
Posted on February 21, 2007 - Filed Under Current Events, Humor, Just For Fun, Movies, WTF?, ab fab costumes, acts of idiocy, adventure, algore, bad hair day, bloviating one, brain farts, classics, clueless, drama queen, funny bone, hysterical, laughs, loving it!, my opinions, oscars, really stupid shit, satire, scary chicks, yoiks
Nah, not really - sorry Al, I doubt you’re getting any awards for your ‘film’ but it was quite an interesting piece of fiction. However, that dress is rather striking, so you might luck out and end up on the best dressed list for the Oscars. And have you been working out because you look positively svelte. WC
(hat tip to patriot post for the incredibly funny pic - lol, this picture just slays me!)
If you want to read a compelling and interesting post about Algore and his contentions check out this post from my buddy Mick.
WC
God, I Love Junk Food!
Posted on February 19, 2007 - Filed Under Current Events, Deep thoughts, Election 2008, Humor, Just For Fun, Politics, WTF?, adventure, brain farts, candidates, classics, dining experience, double yoiks, drama queen, evil bloodsuckers, funny bone, i'm hungry, laughs, loving it!, my opinions, philosophy & politics, really cool shit, really stupid shit, satire, scary chicks, time to eat!, works of art
Sometimes some people get it just right. And here’s a special that really says special, doncha think? I laughed my ass off on this one.
WC
Is There an American Idol Under There?
Posted on January 24, 2007 - Filed Under Critiques, Current Events, Dreams, Just For Fun, Life, Random Thoughts, WTF?, ab fab costumes, acts of idiocy, adventure, american idol, brain farts, candidates, classics, clueless, double yoiks, drama queen, empty head, fangirly, funny bone, possibilities, really stupid shit
I have to tell you I am so not impressed with anybody so far. I know I am new to this American Idol thing - and really maybe I was only meant to watch one season and be on my way. And if the auditions so far are any indication that could be quite true.
For the most part we’ve seen the typical bi-polar individuals who look like they’ve got on their makeup and costume for the big scene in a horror movie - and who sound like tortured souls risen from the depths of hell.
Then there are the simply clueless bambi types who have that big-eyed disappointment when they are told no. As though they don’t understand what the word no, means.
Then the ones who look relatively normal but have way more confidence than talent - and when they flake out on the first song, start singing other songs, sometimes changing up to three times before the judges finally manage to shut them up. “Just give me one more chance,” they all say. “I need a glass of water. I need to go to the bathroom.” Whatever. Do they really think that the judges will forget how bad they were during the 3 minute break - or that they will instantly become genius after they empty their bladder.
I’ve seen 4 or 5 people who will likely make it to the top 24. The blonde girl, they guy named sundance, the guy who looks like a cross between Fidel Castro and a Hassidic Rabbi, the bald guy whose kid was born the day of the audition and the back up singer who looks like a young Gladys Knight. I don’t think we’ve met the idol yet. My prediction. And believe me, there is not a Chris, Kelly, Paris or Taylor among them yet. This could be a really boring year.
This part of the show is always somewhat painful from what I understand - but so far it’s really sucked even the weird auditions were weird creepy, not funny. Remember the mom and daughter look alike team? She had blonde hair and mom was a brunette. Weird glasses, frizzy hair, braless, horrible clothes - and this girl went on and on about how sexy she was. I’m telling you, the meds need to be upped, seriously.
Tonight is another night of agony. Not sure I’ll make it through unless they start showing at least a couple of people worth hearing.
WC
What Are People Looking For?
Posted on January 21, 2007 - Filed Under Blogging, Deep thoughts, Humor, Just For Fun, Life, Random Thoughts, WTF?, acts of idiocy, acts of valor, adventure, bad hair day, brain farts, classics, clueless, crap!, double yoiks, drama queen, empty head, funny bone, global warming, in my head, laughs, my fat ass, really stupid shit, searching
Okay, I’ve been a blogging for a few months now and so I thought it was time to take stock of why or how people end up at this blog. I’ve compiled a list of search terms from this week and listed them by category and frequency.
So, the number one reason people come to my blog is for shit. Stupid shit, funny shit, cool shit - doesn’t matter, shit is shit, right?
stupid shit
STUPID PEOPLE DOING STUPID SHIT
stupid shit to do
utterly stupid shit
cool shit jokes
really cool shit
stupid and cool jokes
really random stupid jokes
shit on my shoe jokes
funny shit
coolest shit on the internet
different days the same shit
Number two reason is apparently inspiration that is somehow connected to death. Now there must be something about all that stupid and funny shit going on here that inspires people - or some of my stuff is so depressing that only really depressed people looking for inspiration come here.
“inspirational words” “death”
inspirational words on the death of child
inspirational words of death
inspirational words death of child
inspirational words for a death in the family
inspiring words for family
how does family feels about death of loved one
Number three reason, appears to be famous people or quotes of famous people.
Helen Keller amazes me because
hemingway motivation passages
ernest hemingway
movie about a writer man’s life
mac davis songs lyrics bug
mac davis photos january 2007
hard to be humble when you are
Number four reason is current events. At last someone is actually interested in my opinion of life and the world around us and politics! Yippee!
current events on race/religion
burn in hell saddam
support the troops my watch tonight
who is the miss america of 2007 prediction
predictions botox anyone 2007
picking your presidential candidate 2007
candidate platforms for election 2008
Number five reason is American Idol. And why not?
taylor hicks meet and greet
taylor hicks favorite saying
american idol seattle popeyed man
dancing queen cover american idol
who is going to be the 2008 american idol
Number six reason is fashion advice. Cool!
how to sit in a skirt
what to wear if you have chicken legs
Why does santa wear Red
global warming underwear on line
underwear boy
Number seven is for our heroes the firefighters - God Bless em.
Firemen Prayer
the words to a firemans pray
firemen and angels
firefighter teamwork sayings
Onto reason number eight which is the search for the drama queen. Well yeah, they’ll definitely find some of that here.
drama queen phrases
belly dance drama queen
drama queen blahs
women dramatic scenes
Reason number nine is food and drink - and really what party would be complete without it?
LOTSA PASTA
what to use soup bones in
Julia Childs turkey
chivas
Number ten - living for the moment - heavy thinking mind provoking stuff. Yeah, you’ll notice first it’s the shit then it’s thinking stuff.
“live for the moment” chinese symbols
live for the moment pattern
live for the moment or plan for the future
Number eleven is the stuff I guess that appeals to the bipolar in all of us.
okay to talk to yourself outloud
I talk to myself out loud
people who make up stories and hold conversations
Number twelve the stuff that appeals to the evil creature in all of us - as relates to work of course.
tricks to pull on coworkers
birthday letters for clients
toilet office
Number thirteen is those who seek dating advice or commiseration.
manipulation sayings
when a guy asks you to sleep with him
bad date monologue
Number fourteen is taken up by the worriers amongs us.
are you a worry wart?
WORRY WART
you are a worry wart
Number fifteen seems to be looking for me personally or advice on hair, not sure.
what happened to Bad Hair Day blogger?
cartoon woman with bad hair day
Number sixteen is clearly a mistake.
good wishes thought
good wishes sayings
Number seventeen, I really don’t have a clue about this one - unless it has something to do with reader feedback or I’ve been writing posts in my sleep again.
hysterical mommy stories
“mommy and daddy wrestling”
Number eighteen proves just how sad we all are - to actually search for nothing…wow
Nothing. Nada.
No nothing, nada, zilch, zip
Number nineteen is the ever popular fat ass syndrome. This particular search item has fallen in popularity it was once quite high on the list. I’m sure it will come back in style as bathing suit season approaches.
you know you’re a fatass when
is my 11 yr old fat
Number twenty apparently is an attempt to steal the pictures that I probably stole to post on a blog.
humorous pictures head exploding
the witches prosthetics photos
Number twenty one a search for answers to the weather.
why can’t the sky be red instead of blue
sky
And finally, number twenty two which is all the other shit that people used to find my blog.
mold on a funny bone
embarrass funny mate
embarrass moment
barney more than hugs lyrics funny
morning hatred
misanthropic quotes
different words for ha ha and ho ho
funning sayings about computers
top ten things you can do with ice
wordPress crit group
poems with made-up words
writers of the show Friends
octagerian
So i guess in summary, one can only conclude that for the most part people look for my blog when they are looking for shit.
WC
Oy Carumba, the Guilt!
Posted on January 11, 2007 - Filed Under Deep thoughts, Humor, Just For Fun, Life, Random Thoughts, Rants/Opinions, Self Esteem, WTF?, acts of idiocy, acts of valor, adventure, dasterdly deeds, double yoiks, drama queen, funny bone, guilt, head exploding, i dunno, in my head, laughs, naughty or nice, really stupid shit, reflections, temporary insanity, voices in my head
Recently I’ve mentioned problems on the job front - the company I worked with for almost 3 years was having trouble. Well, I’m sorry to say that the trouble didn’t end and I have left what I affectionately called The Land of Fun.
It was a fun, easy-going place to work - since we made movie props and I guess were sorta kinda in show business, there was no end of make-believe going on. But I guess there is more than make-believe needed to keep a business going.
No worries about me, as I’ve gotten another job, which I start Monday. It’s a far cry from the Land of Fun and it will be a brand new adventure for me - or them, I guess we shall see who experiences the most surprise.
I felt kind of guilty leaving my old job. We’d all become such comrades it rather felt like deserting the ship - but I had to admit that I needed to take care of me first and so left I did.
Now, I could have started my new job this week actually. I could have just jumped right into the fray and let the chips fall where they may. But, I decided (since the folks at Land of Fun didn’t require me to work out any notice) to just take a few days off.
I reasoned that there were lots of stupid, little things that needed to be done that I never seem to get around to doing. That I was some time to decompress and chill out. I wanted to go to my new job, fresh and relaxed. That I deserved a break. Because truth be told I don’t take vacations. Oh sure, I went away for a few days over Thanksgiving and as much fun as it was to see my friends, it was work. Try tagging along with a mother of three ages 9, 2 & 1 and you’ll know what I mean. Hell, I needed a vacation after the vacation.
So, okay, I’m having a little vacation. I’m catching up on sleep. Reading. Doing things around the house. Reveling in the solitude (did I mention roomie got a job?) and silence. I’ve been taking long walks with the dog - collecting bouquets of wild flowers - taking long showers, tweezing my eyebrows. Really important stuff.
Yet…the guilt. After a day and a half I started feeling like I was committing a crime. I felt like I should call my new job and confess that I was goldbricking for a few days before I decided to come in. I’m blowing off that idea the consultant had about going in on Saturday to get a little orientation. I’m not answering the phone for fear it might be someone who might want me to do something. I peer through the kitchen curtains to see if the Job Police are cruising my neighborhood, looking for layabouts.
I’ve parked my car a few houses down from mine, in case somebody I know drives by won’t think I’m home. When I go out I wear dark glasses and slouchy clothes so I won’t be recognized. I haven’t called any friends because I don’t want them to know I’m slacking. WTF is wrong with me? I mean, why the guilt?
I’ve been on my own and working for a living since I was 17. Even when I lived with my parents, I worked, bought my own clothes and textbooks, was always doing something. I’m not wired to lay around and do nothing. I mean, not that I’m doing nothing - I’m doing stuff. And it’s stuff that needs to be done but…I still feel guilty.
If I’m not out somewhere doing something, or writing about something or reading about something then I feel like I’m letting my fellow man down. Why can’t I simply enjoy my sloth week? Why can’t I revel in being bad. In being lazy. In doing nothing? Why????????
Do you think it has anything to do with being raised Catholic? I man people always say that the Jews have the corner on guilt but maybe they haven’t had any run ins with the Nuns. The ones who give you the look. You know the look? The one that can put a crease in your slacks, while you’re wearing them? The one that can make you pray for forgiveness even if you haven’t done anything? I’m telling you - the guilt, the guilt, the guilt. I can’t take it anymore!
Gotta go…somebody is lurking outside my house and I’m afraid they can hear the keys tapping.
WC
Writer Chick Predicts…
Posted on January 5, 2007 - Filed Under Current Events, Deep thoughts, Fat Ass, George W Bush, Humor, Just For Fun, Life, Opinions, Random Thoughts, WTF?, What If?, acts of idiocy, adventure, bloviating one, clueless, dasterdly deeds, double yoiks, drama queen, funny bone, future, global warming, i dunno, in my head, laughs, little rants, my opinions, possibilities, presidents, really stupid shit, reflections, satire, temporary insanity, voices in my head
You know when I was a kid I used to love to read or hear about all the crazy, whacko predictions the psychics of the day would make about the coming year. What was really hilarious was how they would (later) try so hard to make the facts of something somehow mold into a prediction they’d made.
So in the spirit of that - I, Writer Chick, shall also make a few predictions sure not to come true - and if any do, it will be purely accidental.
I predict that in 2007:
- Fat people will be outlawed in NYC and if apprehended with a box of oreos, booked for possession of trans-fats.
- Teddy Kennedy will become the new spokesperson for Jenny Craig (maybe Kirstie will lend him her old body shapers?).
- Global warming will cause hot, fresh pizzas to rain from the skys during hurricanes that rail for 30 minutes or less.
- Britney Spears will create her own underwear line called Now you see it - Now you don’t.
- In a tell-all book, Madonna will reveal her favorite moisturizer is embalming fluid.
- Al Gore will invent a hybrid vehicle that runs on gas and electricity and call it the Priestess.
- The ACLU will file a class action lawsuit against the State of Texas in behalf of beef cows, citing slavery and wrongful death as key points.
- Apple will unveil its latest innovation, the BlogPod.
- Stem cell researchers will successfully replicate a conscience and offer it to Hillary Clinton for beta testing.
- Arnold Schwartzeneger will ‘come out’ as a Democrat.
- Rosie O’Donnell will admit on Oprah that she is the victim of a botched sex change operation.
- The first transexual Miss America will be crowned.
- The New York Yankees will win the World Series - by accident.
- Scientists will discover that land masses and ice masses surrounded by water experience erosion, thereby diminishing the size of said mass.
- Inexpicable accidents and scandals will befall any opponents to Senator Clinton in the bid for the Democrat candidacy.
- Barak Obama will blame his ears on President Bush (why not? everything else is his fault.)
- In a daring move, CBS will replace anchorperson Katie Couric with Barney the purple dinosaur - hoping to capture the heretofore untapped demographic of oversized stuffed animals everywhere.
- The medical community will unanimously agree that living is dangerous to one’s healthy and Congress will pass a law that all newborns henceforth will be tatooed with the Surgeon General’s warning of same.
- Michael Moore will premeire his first film based on fact in his biopic called Fat Like Me.
- Maureen Dowd will marry Jim Gilchrist and become a born again Libertarian and start her own newspaper called North of the Border.
- Bob Woodward will admit on 60 Minutes that everything he has ever written is lies and promote his upcoming book, All I know is I Can’t Tell the Truth.
- In an attempt to increase environmental awareness, major designers will develop a machine that can make fabric out of matter recovered in landfills. And use the fabric in their new spring lines. (clothes pins will be issued to all attendees at the Spring showing.)
- Jimmy Carter will become the new spokesperson for Jiff peanut butter, making the claim that it has a little known use as mortar (as demonstrated in the habitat for humanity model homes).
and finally….
We’ll all be going to Hell in a handbasket.
Okay, those are my predictions…anyone care to offer some of theirs?
Hard to be Humble…All Hail Mrs. America!
Posted on January 4, 2007 - Filed Under Current Events, Humor, Life, Politics, Rants/Opinions, WTF?, acts of idiocy, adventure, dasterdly deeds, double yoiks, drama queen, funny bone, head exploding, hysterical, little dictators, little rants, my opinions, philosophy & politics, really stupid shit, temporary insanity
Oh Lord it’s hard to be humble when you’re perfect in every way… I can’t wait to look in the mirror, cuz I get better lookin’ each day…To know me is to love me - I must be a heck of a Nan…Oh Lord, it’s hard to be humble but I’m doing the best that I can..(please forgive me Mac Davis )
Well there she is folks, Ms. America…oh yeah. This pop-eyed, botoxed, nasty, mean bagillionaire is now the Speaker of the House. According to Drudge (or somebody) the most powerful woman in the world - Uh - duh! doesn’t she know Hillary owns that title? Could be problems in her future. Yep, this demon-crat has got her pitchfork ready and her first target is your wallet.
Aren’t you ever so glad that you decided to teach the Republicans a lesson? Well if you’re not yet, you surely will be soon.
While she is standing at podiums and appearing on talk shows gushing about how she’s made a monumental strike for woman-kind by ‘breaking the marble ceiling’ in American politics (jeez-louise, who the hell writes her speeches?) - her accountant is madly working on what tax shelters he can hide her bagillions in for her tax return. While she is expounding the virtues of raising the minimum wage, she is refusing in her own business to hire union workers and instead employing illegal aliens - lest she doesn’t take too bad a cut on her bottom line. While she is damning places like WalMart, who provide a service for lower income families, not to mention jobs - she and her cronies are figuring out how we can actually get Hillary’s universal healthcare in place. Of course that means somebody is gonna have to pay for it. Hmmmm….I wonder who?
Something tells me it isn’t going to be Nan, Teddy or Harry. Naw…they have bagillions and intend to keep it all. They can spend our tax dollars with wild abandon though - yep, better start stuffing your mattress now cuz you may need it in order to fund all the ‘free’ healthcare for people who feel the ‘government’ can pay for all the stuff they need. Of course, we are actually the government. Get it?
Hail the Queen of the May. Mrs. Speaker. The most powerful woman in the world. Oh yeah - she’s sure is the symbol of America huh? I know I can identify with her and use her as a role model. I think I’m gonna run right out and buy me an ugly red suit and some botox injections - cuz when I grow up, I wanna be just like her.
Let the games begin.
WC