Like a Lemming

Song Lyric of the Day:

Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong, but it’s alright / The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same / Oh, don’t you hesitate

Corinne Bailey Rae / “Put Your Records On”

9:26AM.
As I mentioned a few days ago, I jumped into the communal, addictive world of MySpace (thanks to Brent and Rich for their input). So far, no one from high school or college has found me. Shocking, I know. I’m not terribly disappointed by this, though. I have managed to find a couple of people on my own, including my high school “love” who inadvertently broke my heart. And what did I think looking at his picture, seeing the person he is today? That I can’t believe he ever floated my boat. Needless to say, he will not be receiving a friend invite from me. Speaking of friends, I will admit that I was thrilled to become one of Sandra Bullock‘s 1,432 (and counting) friends; she’s one of my idols. And Craig from The Office was nice enough to respond to a comment I left. Very cool guy.

I have been having fun personalizing my page a bit, though, primarily with my photography (the background is a shot I took at the World’s Fair Park last year). Basically, if I’m not in the shot, I took it. The pics range from around the house to the Smoky Mountains to New York City.

Anyone have any other recommendations on how to further personalize my page? Keep in mind that all those twinkly, sparkly, animated comment graphics are not high on my list of things that impress. I rank them right up there with glitter. I may be a MySpace lemming, but I can still be discriminating.

12:28PM.
My very cool friend, Nan, is giving me pointers regarding the local acting scene here in fabulous Knox Vegas. She’s done a lot of local theater work, as well as some TV and movie work. Knowing I’m interested in learning how to fence and that I love all things swordplay, she has invited me to sit in on a samurai sword martial arts class she’s taking. Which, I have to admit, is also something I’m interested in. So hopefully I’ll be able to sit in on next week’s class and her instructor can advise me on what lessons I should take. She and I are also going to have a little powwow either this afternoon or tomorrow during which she will give me the names of some local acting coaches. Seeing as how I’ve never taken any acting classes (I was excruciatingly shy in school. Yes, really.) and my two TV gigs were complete flukes with improvised dialogue, acting lessons are a necessity.

I’m excited–I need a few activities and hobbies aside from my current ones. These at least will get me out of the house and off the computer. Some of the time, anyway.

In completely unrelated news, I’m thrilled by this report that Comedy Central has put South Park‘s Emmy-nomiated “Trapped in the Closet” episode back into rotation. When it first aired, everyone’s favorite Scientologist, Tom Cruise, threw a fit because it mocked his “religion” and refused to promote Mission: Impossible III if the network ever aired it again. The network caved to its parent company’s (M:I III‘s distributor) demands, everyone’s favorite couch jumper promoted the movie the world over, and box office records were shattered. By other movies.

How will Mr. Cruise handle this news? My guess would be that little baby Suri is about to make her long-awaited public debut.

Don’t forget to watch “Trapped in the Closet” on Comedy Central, July 19! It’s a classic.

9:50PM.
I am groomed, plucked, and polished for my headshots tomorrow morning. Here’s hoping I don’t wake up with horrible bedhead. I’m trying to avoid another bad hair day by making sure my hair is completely dry before I turn in for the night. Fingers crossed.

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Our fearless younger dog, Caleb, is once again afraid to go outside, primarily when the sun is not shining bright in the sky. He’s either had a bad encounter with a squirrel/raccoon/lemur, is worried about more leftover Fourth of July fireworks, or we have a serious vampire problem of which we have been blissfully unaware until now. It’s not exactly easy dragging your 65-pound dog to toss him outside in the hopes that he will indulge his bodily functions in the appropriate arena (ie: not the living room rug). At least Snoops goes out without any problem, vampire lemurs or not.

Speaking of Caleb, he’s been spending quality time with me during my evening workouts. He’s not a problem during my crunches (115 a day) or leg lifts (75 a day). It’s the other exercises that get him wound up. Tonight I was doing calf raises on our bathroom steps, and he turned into a hobgoblin, barking and ducking and weaving around me. Not exactly the kind of motivation I need.