Dustin and I dashed off a brief list of junk that bugs us (to coincide with the critics issue) and turned it into a story that resembles a brief list of things that bug us! Upon reading it though, I’m realizing it’s really just scratching the surface.
Author Archive | Alison Rosen
Weird
How odd is it that just when I say I need my comments, they get stuck in some comment holding place? Some comment purgatory? Some comment queueueueue? I think it’s weird. And it makes me feel powerful. I just haven’t figured out how yet to harness that power. So I have a post banging around in my head about how people keep confusing me with Julia Allison (and her with me) and yet I can’t quite bring myself to write it for fear of exacerbating the situation or appearing to somehow want to glom on to her internet popularity. In fact, I think the whole phenomenon of her (and it’s likely just a local thing) is something warranting some kind of boring academic semiotics based discussion and yet I won’t do it, because I don’t want to be responsible for any attention about the attention (meta-attention? metattention? blech), good or bad. But I will say that at first it was just fan letters and the occasional question that had nothing to do with me (“You’re really good friends with Rachel Sklar, right?” to which I’d say “No, you’re thinking of Julia Allison.”) (I’ve also received questions about Halloween costumes I had no intention of wearing, compliments on my HD debut, questions about why I hadn’t been on Red Eye lately when I’d been on the night before, etc. I don’t know what she gets about me, but she told me she’s gotten mail meant for me. But then a Fox security guard told me he gets us confused because “you look just like each other” which takes this to a whole new level because I thought it was the name and the TONY association plus maybe the dark hair. So, that’s weird, because looking like her is very much not how I see myself, though I’m becoming more and more aware that I don’t see myself as I appear. Um, I lost my train of thought. Okay then!
Dogs on blogs
Me: Want to see something adorable? This is my parents new puppy! (showing coworker blog post below with photos of dog)
Coworker: Oh, so your parents have a blog too?
Me: [long pause] No, this is my blog.
Unrelated, I feel like I should be putting this on one of those Tumblrblogs which everyone’s using now however why hasn’t anyone noticed that those don’t allow for comments? Or maybe they do and I just haven’t seen an example of one that does. But I need my comments, even if you guys are hoping I’ll crack up on TV and having trouble continuing! Just kidding, I know it was gently good natured. (For what it’s worth, I think that would actually make for fairly good TV. It’s blanking out or spacing out or swallowing wrong and having a coughing fit that are my perennial fears!)
Okay, so here are the names being considered:
Buster, Oscar, Quincy, Skippy, Oliver, Henry, Harry, Simon… I feel like I’m forgetting some. Ernie, Max, Winston… Yeah. I think that’s the list. Weigh in won’t you?
I'll be on Red Eye Tonight
So watch! I’ll be wearing either brown or greenish blue. Exciting!
I prefer dogs to politics
However, did I really just hear a certain president say “the sticks and carrots approach”?
I think I did. Wow.
A really long post about dogs
Adorable Puppy X (look at its little feet! at first you think it’s just a head floating on a white background but if you look close you can make out the outline of its little puppy body.)
Unnamed Puppy
I’m watching a Letterman rerun and Tom Cruise is talking about how naming Suri wasn’t an ordeal because he and “Kate” just “looked at eachother and knew.” Well my parents aren’t having the same luck with their new puppy, pictured above. My sister and I have been sending them lists of possibilities. I’m pretty overjoyed with the fact that they’re finally getting a dog after four long years of utter doglessness. Maybe that’s just how long it took them to get over Woofie, whom I still miss and who I sometimes think I hear running down the hall when I’m in their house and I forget, for a second, that he’s gone. Some pictures of Woofie? If you insist:
Woofie as a puppy
Woofie just hanging out
Woofie guarding the dishwasherBut Woofie would have wanted them to get a new dog! I’ve already fallen in love with this new one. My sister and I just stare at the pictures and coo. But we need a name! If you have any ideas, let me know! I’ll be seeing the dog when I fly out to California in a few weeks to be with my sister while she’s having surgery (she is okay. I should probably get her permission before I write in any detail but suffice it to say, it was scary, but she is okay.) Anyway, I’m glad there’s a puppy on the other side of that plane ride.
This morning's segment
was interesting because the hair woman handed me this plastic face-sized shield to hold over my face while she sprayed my hair. It was innovative. Also kind of science-fictiony. As for the actual segment, I asked a couple people who work there how they thought it went and it turned out neither of them had watched because “you’re a seasoned pro.” “That’s right,” I said, sprinkling myself with oregano and stuffing bay leaves in my shoes.
Here’s the link to the segment. It’s shot from my worse side, by the way. I feel like I’m becoming asymmetrical. On a scale of Ellen Barkin to Picasso, I’m Alison Rosen.
I slept
until 1:53pm today! After a crazy night of catching up on Gossip Girl, The Hills and Red Eye. Like when I yawn while people are talking to me and say, “It’s not that I’m tired, it’s that my brain needs oxygen,” it’s not that I’m tired right now, it’s my body needs sleep.
Also, I’m having a love affair with my electric blanket. I can’t believe I didn’t have one for so long. Guess it took living in an apartment with questionable heat to make me see what I was missing.
Tomorrow morning's Best Bets segment
These are the events I’ll be talking about on my usual Saturday morning segment tomorrow morning at the very prudential time of 6:45am on channel 4 here in New York. Is prudential the right word? Let’s find out… well, not quite. But kinda. But anyway:
The Indie and Small Press Book Fair: Stick it to the man and his corporate books at this two day affair, why don’t you? Tama Janowitz, Ian Mackaye and others will be on hand. It’s at the New York Center for Independent Publishing on 44th between 5th and 6th. Free with a suggested one dollar donation! Sat 10-6, Sun 11-5
Michael Ian Black and Michael Showalter: performing stand-up at the Fillmore at Irving Plaza which I still call Irving Plaza. I think both of them are hilarious. It’s Saturday night at 8pm. Tickets are $25.
The Salzberg Marionette Theater performs The Sound of Music: Jersey dwellers don’t just have a turnpike, they have this show, at the New Jersey Performing Arts Center. Here’s what I want to know, and there is a good chance I’m going to pose this very question on TV tomorrow so sorry for the redundancy if you happen to read this and then see the segment tomorrow, but you know that scene in the Sound of Music where they put on a marionette show? Will marionettes be putting on a marionette show? It’s Saturday at 2:30 and 7:30 and Sunday at 2:30 Tickets are $44 to $49 [note: it’s not just limited to the weekend but my segment tomorrow is, hence my just mentioning the weekend times]
Blip Festival: Fans of chiptunes, or music made from old electronics especially video games and the like, should head to the Eyebeam Gallery (21st between 10th and 11th) this weekend for this nerdathon. If my sister were listening to me right now she’d get on my case for using nerd here which she thinks is insulting and she says I’m not allowed to say nerd that way. I think I have nerd clearance. $5-$35 I think.
MOTH storytelling: Grand Slam: Competing storytellers will gather at Comix (14th and 8th) to see who can spin a better yarn about Growing Pains. The theme, not the show, alas. Sunday at 6pm. $15-$150.
Two embarrassing admissions
1) Sometimes I look at bruises I get (I bruise kind of easily and I’m clumsy) and think they make me look tough. In fact I had this big bruise on my upper arm a couple years ago which I got from walking into a door at Grand Central (it’s actually more complicated than that. There are these narrow doors at Grand Central where you push one side and this brass beam attached to the other side of the door whacks you in the arm, which I did three times in a row) and I would go into the bathroom at work when I was bored and pull up my sleeve and look at it and think that it kind of looked like a tattoo.
2) I’m reading—and enjoying—Gossip Girl. And in my head I imagine what I would say to anyone should they query why a 45 year old woman is reading Gossip Girl (note: I am not really 45), much like when I went through my mixed vegetables in a can phase I’d think of what I’d say to the clerk should he ask me why I’m buying like 8 cans of mixed vegetables and bottle of diet 7-Up, though it never came to that.