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hackthis_archive) wrote2006-02-23 08:30 pm
hackthis_archive) wrote2006-02-23 08:30 pm
Ari is the best husband ever.
Okay, so it's occured to me, after a few drinks, that El Jay? A lot like Hollywood and the entertainment industry. Just on a different scale.
You've got your writers/actors, your beta/managers, you've got rec people/agents and artist/directors and you know, like fucking everybody. Everybody helps the industry run, from the extras and grips to the 20 million dollar divas. You've got action stars and porn stars and comedians and dramatic queens. You've got jack-of-all-trades. Hell, you've got like tiers, and activists and shit too. Which then begs the question, in Tinsel Town and all it's satillite areas, New York City theatre, London chic, Bollywood hotties, who the hell are you?
I think I'm like Samuel L. Jackson, the ex-crackhead who just appeared out of nowhere, and then was in every goddamn thing known to man, and you're like, WTF? Snakes on a Plane?! Not always good, not always great, but definitely entertaining in that, "Oh, well, it's just Sam" way.
I reckon this prolly works in the music industry too, but they have bands and stuff, and no one person is a band. You can get your OTP to be a duet, but no man is a band.
John Donne is totally spinning in his grave. Rock.
Tomorrow, I'll do the one with the made up titles. Mebbe. I need another drink.
You've got your writers/actors, your beta/managers, you've got rec people/agents and artist/directors and you know, like fucking everybody. Everybody helps the industry run, from the extras and grips to the 20 million dollar divas. You've got action stars and porn stars and comedians and dramatic queens. You've got jack-of-all-trades. Hell, you've got like tiers, and activists and shit too. Which then begs the question, in Tinsel Town and all it's satillite areas, New York City theatre, London chic, Bollywood hotties, who the hell are you?
I think I'm like Samuel L. Jackson, the ex-crackhead who just appeared out of nowhere, and then was in every goddamn thing known to man, and you're like, WTF? Snakes on a Plane?! Not always good, not always great, but definitely entertaining in that, "Oh, well, it's just Sam" way.
I reckon this prolly works in the music industry too, but they have bands and stuff, and no one person is a band. You can get your OTP to be a duet, but no man is a band.
John Donne is totally spinning in his grave. Rock.
Tomorrow, I'll do the one with the made up titles. Mebbe. I need another drink.
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Incidentally, this makes
She, however, maintains that I'm Maggie Gyllenhaal, "You keep your head down, but you know your shit." I'll take that, too, though.
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(A good friend of mine was picking out mattresses and watched them purchase a bed. After they left, she lay down in it just so she could say she'd been in the same bed they'd been in. My friends are dorks, but cute dorks.)
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