Friday, June 29, 2007

Okay, all I can say about last night's results show for So You Think You Can Dance is: What. The. Fuck.

Yeah, maybe it's a little sad that I'm a little too into this show, but it just royally pissed me off that they got rid of three really great dancers who have much more potential for growth go.

If the stupid ass judges hadn't gotten rid of Ricky from the first show and had cut Cedric loose like they should have, we wouldn't have this stinking mess where Jesus was let go.

Like, what the hell?

You're going to cut Jesus loose when it's so obvious that Neil isn't as up to par? C'mon, people! Look at the way Jesus danced --- there was nothing to complain about in any of the three routines he did:





Okay I loved this routine -- I even liked the music. I mean, look at the way he holds himself.



And then, you've got Neil and Lauren, with their forgettable salsa and tango. (Though, I did love their hip hop routine --- especially when Neil dives over Lauren's head.)



Ugh.

Why??? Why????????????????

I mean, I'm not saying that Cedric's not talented. He is. He's just not trained and he doesn't have what it takes to be in this competition. He should have been in the bottom three...but stupid American voters felt sorry for him and kept him in.

Don't do people favours because you feel sorry for them.

It's unfair to people who are talented and genuinely deserving of staying.

My heart broke a little when Jesus started crying.

Poor guy.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

I think I have an entirely unhealthy obsession for So You Think You Can Dance.

See, the thing is, I used to think this was indicative of having no life, but now? Well, I kinda don't give a flying fuck. As a friend said on Friday night, "I really resent the fact that they don't have any good TV on for Friday and Saturday nights --- there are a whole lot of us out there at home, you know."

I like going to Rickey.org --- the guy's almost as obsessed as I am about everything to do with Dance and he usually has vids of the show the next day.

I know Lacey and Kameron are good...but I kinda don't like Lacey. I'm more taken with Sara and Jesus.

Danny and Anya are another obvious favourite. Danny's so hot...but you can tell he can be a catty little beeyotch.

I love it!

I kinda thought it was embarrassing the way Debbie Allen said that Cedric could go train at her dance academy and Nigel put her on the spot, insisting, "For free? For free??"

Like, what the hell's she supposed to say?

Maybe that was his intent.

I'm still pissed that they got rid of Jimmy, who didn't deserve to go.

Ricky didn't deserve to go, either. They should have gotten rid of Cedric the first week. End of story.

I think J finds my overwhelming passion for the dumbest things to be kind of amusing and I can tell from the way he looks at me sometimes that he thinks I'm sort of nuts. But lately, I've felt like, "Take me the way I am, or go fuck yourself."

Looked in the mirror today at work and was kind of disgusted with how skinny I looked. I mean, I look like a stick figure.

I haven't really been eating a whole lot of junk and have been exercising pretty much every day for the last year...mostly out of boredom. I've always been thin, but this was the first time I sort of looked at myself and was bothered by it.

My sister, the nurse, actually works in the mental health department dealing with anorexic kids and she says she's going to bring home the diet that her kids are on so that I can start following it.

It's just weird, 'cause even eating ice cream has sort of lost its charm. (I know. I'm sick.) I'd rather eat fruit.

Like, fresh fruit...not the canned variety, which I used to joke was my favourite kind of fruit in the whole wide world.

Anyways...other miscellaneous things...

I'm thinking of heading to New York in August with some friends. I can't wait!

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Friday night and into early Saturday morning, I was in that uncomfortable place where the nice little buzz I had been building up was rapidly wearing off and I was stuck in a booth with three friends --- two of whom were in the middle of a heated argument with each other.

When I tried to lighten the mood by joking I wasn't nearly drunk enough to deal with this, the Best Friend "jokingly" snapped I should go get another drink, then.

And now, two days later, I'm still puzzling over what the hell happened that night.

Sometimes, I think certain things are just better off unsaid, you know?

This afternoon was a quiet one for me. I found myself dozing off at one point and it was nice just stretching out on the couch on a lazy Sunday afternoon, just reading and feeling the nice breeze coming in from the open window.

A part of me is seriously thinking about doing a Buddhist pilgrimage tour in India...nevermind the fact that I'm not exactly Buddhist. I mean, my parents consider themselves Buddhist, but I'd be the first one to tell you they know crap about Buddhism.

Just because you've got paintings and statues around the house doesn't mean you know anything about Buddhism.

Lately, I've been thinking a lot about this need for spiritual reconnection.

It might have something to do with the books I've been reading, and it might have something to do with this slight sense of flux that I've been feeling. (Did I write about this in here? The state of flux that I've been embroiled in?)

I think I might be crap at meditation, though, 'cause invariably, I wind up falling asleep. I go from clearing my mind to just being asleep.

And prayer? Well, I think there's a "proper" way to do it...and it's not lying in bed having a frank discussion with God...because lying in bed leads to falling asleep.

I think I might have some low-grade form of narcolepsy or something...and that's the other thing: I sort of feel like I've been sleeping away most of my time. Any chance I get, my eyes are closed and my mind's shut off.

Maybe it's my way of coping with certain things in my life --- like the fact that I don't like dwelling on the unpleasant stuff...though, most of that "unpleasant" stuff isn't all that unpleasant.

I've got a pretty good life when I really stop and think about it.

I should be bloody grateful...so why is it that I'm always yearning for that one thing that I think is missing from my life?

Maybe that's just the human condition.

I think I might have a slight problem romance-wise...I always hate it when it becomes blatantly obvious that someone you like as a friend winds up liking you as more than a friend.

Usually, I play dumb and try to deflect as best as I can...and when that doesn't work, I do the disappearing act...though, this might be a hard one to get around seeing as we see each other every day and there's no way of getting around it.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

I'm planning on going away in a few months and I'm looking forward to it -- mostly because it's been awhile since I last picked up a camera.

Got myself a new one recently and I'm reminded of what I love best about photography --- which is seeing the world with a new set of eyes.

Planning on going away is also exciting because it gives you something to look forward to --- just that idea of being able to get away from the routine and maybe seeing something different and rediscovering that excitement that comes from being out of your element...


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Saturday, June 16, 2007

Okay.

I caved.

I went and bought an IPod, even though I've been sort of against getting one. But the thing is, I didn't have much of a good experience with the alternative, which was the Sansa Express, even though it came highly recommended as a good alternative.

It wasn't.

I quickly discovered online that a lot of people were reporting the same problems I was experiencing --- namely, that the player would automatically shut off and stop working altogether.

Bottom line? You get what you paid for. And maybe it's not such a good idea to try and find an inexpensive alternative.

And so, I'm now in the process of transferring some of my song files onto the IPod.

For some reason, I find myself thinking back to that documentary I watched a month or so ago called "Lovable" which was all about singles and their search for love and how hard that search can ultimately be.

The director was in the middle of this huge project of converting the songs he had into MP3s...or something like that. I don't remember now. The point is, at the time, I was watching this and I thought, "Ummm...yeah."

N thought I had an unhealthy obsession with this documentary, even quoting from it from time to time. She thinks that thinking negatively is the wrong way to go about things. She thinks that you have to whole-heartedly believe that things will be all right.

Every time I write that ("things will be all right"), I think about that song by the Umbrellas called "The City Lights". Every time I hear that part, I feel like maybe things will be all right.

It was weird how, earlier this week, I had a moment where I just felt...empty. Bored. Tired. I should have been happy and I knew that even bringing it up would just make people want to smack me. When I went out for lunch with SKR, she kind of looked at me, perplexed and said I should be smiling. This whole job thing was finally sorting itself out --- I'd been feeling stuck, like things were never going to work out in the career department when all of a sudden, this job, which seemed tailor-made for someone with my credentials and qualifications and experience just appeared out of nowhere. And yeah, it might have taken a really long while to finally secure that job, but it was now mine.

Shouldn't I be relieved? Happy, even?

And yet, my mind automatically reverted to worrying about the other thing in my life that wasn't settled.

SKR mused that maybe we were alike, after all --- maybe we were always just yearning for what we didn't have. Isn't that just the way life goes?

N was getting increasingly impatient listening to all of this talk...which is why, for the most part, I try not to talk about it. Unlike a lot of people, I fully realize just how annoying it is when you whine about something over and over again. God knows I'd been experiencing the same thing with SR and was now dreading the sound of my cell phone ringing and seeing her name pop up on the call display.

I think the main reason I hate talking to SR these days is because I know that most of her hopes and dreams will stay just that --- hopes and dreams. She talks a lot about wanting to do certain things, but she doesn't get off her ass and do anything about it.

Granted, it might seem like I'm exactly like that, too, but to be fair, I don't tend to post a lot about overly personal stuff and all you get is just the same old blathering when I'm feeling like shit.

When it's stuff that I actually feel like I can do something about i.e. actively looking for a job because I can't stand the one I'm in, I'll do something. The other stuff? Like making someone you want fall in love with you? That's completely out of my hands.

Speaking of love, I found myself thinking this morning that it kind of sucks to be continually pining after someone who's not sure about you, who doesn't want to take that leap of faith for you. As pompous as this sounds, I know I deserve better. But the thing is...what do you do when you don't really want anybody else except for this one person? How do you just shut off your feelings? I mean, when I go on dates, I find myself sitting across from yet another guy and my heart's just not in it. I like getting to know new people, but only one person's on my mind...and I'm afraid that I'll just come off sounding like some crazy stalker person, you know?

Maybe that's why it's better to just not talk about it with anyone. And I think I've gotten better at it, too...even though, whenever something happens, I just wind up puzzling over it on my own, wondering, "Does this mean something? Or is it nothing?"

It's all so stupid. What am I? 12 years old?

Anyways...I also picked up a Canon SD1000 today. I've been on the market for a new camera, too. I've been using a crappy Samsung one that's light and compact but which takes shitty pictures.
Sometimes, when I'm reading other people's blogs, I wonder, "Why can't I do that? Just be totally open about what's going on in my life?"

Granted, some of those blogs can get kind of boring after awhile. I used to read this one blog on Xanga, which was sort of amusing at first, but then the girl just got really pretentious and boring, documenting all the fancy restaurants she'd go to and take photographs of all the things she'd eat. And everything was all about how great her life was with her perfect, perfect boyfriend --- and oh, look! Here are some chairs we bought at this trendy furniture shop.

*yawn*

Okay, maybe that just makes me sound jealous or something, but the truth is, maybe misery loves company and that's why, when you're feeling like your life's at a standstill, it sort of helps to read the blogs of other people who sort of feel the same way.

I mean, yeah, sometimes, I just feel like I'm writing the same thing over and over again..."I'm unhappy" blah blah blah...but the thing is, I tend to write when I'm unhappy.

So, maybe in an effort to switch things up a bit --- so that, one day, when I'm old and gray and look back through this blog --- there'll actually be stuff documented in here...little signposts of what made the year.

Okay...so in the last little bit...I got a new job.

Well, it's within the same company, but it's more in line with what I studied in school. And it's kind of a relief because the whole process of getting hired just dragged on forever and there were moments I had serious doubts I was even going to get it.

The thing is, I know I'm a good writer --- that might sound incredibly cocky, but it's something I know about myself. And while I might not be a good writer in the sense of being the next great Canadian novelist, I know that I have a knack for taking the complex and making it understandable...and I like that sort of challenge.

Getting your foot in the door is a bitch, though. And when your past experience has been mostly working in newsrooms and then you veer off course and start working in crap places that have nothing to do with your academic background...well, you sort of get this sense of, "What must other people think?"

Well, it's not so much that...it's more like, you have a lower opinion of yourself because you know you're not doing the best that you can do. You're not in a career that properly challenges you. You're in a job that makes you almost embarrassed.

And the thing is...I think that it actually affected me when it came to dating, too...because I didn't really think too highly of myself back then and I'd be feeling like...well, almost not worthy, you know?

Yeah. I know. It's stupid.

The funny thing is, this new job has killer benefits and you can actually go and see a psychologist and I thought that might be something I'd want to do. Just actually pay someone to listen to me and help me figure out some of this shit that's going on in my head that makes me feel like...less of a person, I suppose.

As for the dating thing?

Well...was briefly involved with this one guy who turned out to be a completely arrogant prick who thought way too highly of himself. Then was set up with a guy who didn't bother letting me know something that he should have --- which was why, when we met up, it was kind of a huge shock. And then there was this other guy who seemed interested at first, but then never got around to asking me out, so I figured, "I'm not going to do this. I don't want to pin my hopes on anybody anymore and just wait around like some idiot, hoping that things will change."

I've already done that for way too long with the guy from the office.

Speaking of which...it's really hard to know how things stand when sometimes, you think you get this vibe that there's the potential for something...and then you start second guessing it and wondering if you're just seeing something that you want to see.

I'd like to think I'm more perceptive than most people...but when it comes to dating and romance, I suck.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

It's weird how you can go from feeling this hopeful elation in the morning to glum moroseness.

I wish they'd make an all-day happy pill.

Oh. Wait. They do. It's called Prozac.

I can't even put my finger on why I'm feeling this way right now. It's not like anything happened --- thought maybe that in itself is why I'm unhappy. As I've always maintained, you have a whole lot of control over the direction your life takes, but there are some things you simply have no control over.

I'm listening to Jason Mraz's "You and I Both" and towards the ends, he sings, "I finally out of words." For the longest time, every time I listened to that song, I'd wait for that last drawn-out word, convinced he'd sing, "I'm finally out of love". I'm not sure why I thought it'd be an appropriate way to finish that song.

Anyways...I got a new job.

That's the big news lately. Thought I'd throw that in there.

I should be happier, but it's like I'm addicted to feeling unhappy. It's like, great...I've got a good job offer on the same day that I got a rejection letter for City of Toronto job that I didn't really want in the first place. And now that that's all settled, I can go back to obsessing about _____________.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

I'm reading a book right now --- the British chick lit variety that's almost too embarrassing to admit to because, you know, I like to foster the illusion that I've got some brain cells left --- about this woman who gets everything she wishes for.

And of course, one of the first things you're gonna wish for --- if all your wishes came true and if you're a single woman of a certain age --- is a man. Not just any man, of course. A good one.

Anyways, it's a nice way to pass the morning, seeing as I have a bit of a headache from sharing a bottle of Chardonnay last night with some friends in a pub patio, just talking until our voices were all hoarse, being the bitches that we all really are.

What is it about us that makes it so easy to slag on someone when they're not around? It's like the claws come out and I have to admit, as my head hit the pillow last night (or rather, early this morning), I had the uneasy thought that, if I was a much better person, I wouldn't have participated in the bitch-fest.

But maybe the point is, I'm not a better person. And so, today, I feel guilty, because that seems to be my cycle. There's just always something to feel guilty about and the very easy thing to do --- to stop feeling this way, that is --- is to simply stop saying stupid shit about other people.

The Best Friend pointed out that we were merely voicing our frustrations with this absent friend...but still...we were talking about her behind her back.

If we talk about her behind her back, what's to stop them from talking about me behind my back, you know?

So, memo to self:
Try and be a better friend.

Ugh.

It's so shitty when you start really looking at yourself and you realize that you're not the best person in the world.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Holy crap!

It's Ben Stiller!

And here, Travis shows, once again, why they are my all-time favourite band.

I like the final shot where the four guys just throw their arms around each other and chummily walk off into the night, like they were little boys off on a little adventure.

(And yes. This day has been shot to hell. I've accomplished only one case and my mind's completely somewhere else right now.)

There's almost no sense in ranting about this one, since Dave Levine does such a good job of it.

Thought I'd post it here, anyway, because I'd fully intended to rant about it.

I guess the real question here is this: When you've had an exceedingly stupid, talentless young woman such as Paris Hilton bore you to death by consistently managing to get her arrogant face on the cover of every magazine cover, wouldn't you want, as someone in a position of power to make her pay for her petty crimes, to force her to stay her entire prison sentence...even if she was refusing to eat?

Who bloody cares if she refuses to eat? She barely eats anything now. The woe-is-me crap that she pulls is just so friggin' boring. Why the hell should we feel sorry for her?

Someone with as much money as she has should be using her pseudo fame to make some real changes and to help others.

I wish that ankle bracelet would emit an electric shock every time she tries to set foot outside of her mansion.





Thursday, June 07, 2007

Paris out of jail?!?
If you haven't growled it yet, let me do it for you. ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!!!

The news that Paris Hilton was let out of jail after only three days first came in on my BlackBerry as I was heading into the office. And to my surprise, it triggered a BlackBerry-generated message on-screen that read: ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!!!

OK. Maybe not. But those words did come out of MY mouth. Loud. Instinctive. Visceral. Primal. Guttural.

Matter of fact, I am still shaking my head so hard in disbelief I have a kink in my neck that will require a massage, for which I will send the bill to Paris for collateral damage.

So why was Paris sprung from the pokey after spending just three days of her expected 23 days in the L.A. jail? The sheriff's department cited a "medical condition," didn't say what it was, but took pains to point out that she would now serve out her original 45-day sentence in her house and will wear an electronic monitoring bracelet.

Oh.

Hold on just a second. Let's take this one at a time.

Medical condition? Do they not have doctors in the jail? When other inmates get sick, are they also let go?

Did some sleuth sneak into the L.A. Sheriff's Department overnight and remove the computer chip that regulates reason? Do they not realize the outrage this will provoke, the claims of special treatment?

So Paris will be under house arrest. Her house. The mansion she lives in. Her reward for getting arrested for DUI, then violating probation by not once -- not twice -- but three times driving with a suspended license.

On "The View," Joy Behar observed "This girl can get out of more things than David Copperfield." Great analogy. Because like a master magician, it would appear that Paris has, indeed, pulled a rabbit out of her hat.

And I'll bet you that even the rabbit is pissed.
Posted by Dave Levine, Executive Producer, "Showbiz Tonight": 11:40 AM
Read this piece in today's Styles section and I actually thought, "How unfair." (Yes, I should have probably been working, but didn't you read that other Times piece last week about how, on average, we really spend only about 1.5 hours actually working?)

No...this wasn't an all important piece detailing the grave injustices of this world --- or maybe it was...a little bit.

More and more, celebrity names are actually becoming a brand. There's Gwen Stefani with L.A.M.B. and now Sarah Jessica Parker with Bitten. (And horror of horrors, the Olsen twins are attempting their own high-end fashion line!)

Do the celebs really design, though? Or are they throwing their name behind a line and it's really some up-and-coming designer who's designing for them? (Is this a really stupid question that'll lead to someone going, "Duh"?)

So, the minute the thought, "That's so unfair" popped into my head, my usual argument of "Whoever said life was supposed to be fair?" came right back at me.

When it comes to fashion, I think that if you know how to make clothes that women want to wear, then you shouldn't really have any reason to worry. People who simply wear brand name clothes because they're well-known aren't true fashionistas. I mean, if you were someone of true substance and style, you'd know what works and you'd know how to mix things up.




June 7, 2007
Stealing the Scene Along With the Store
By ERIC WILSON

ON Monday night, the 33-year-old designer Phillip Lim, who worked quietly behind the scenes in other designers’ studios for a decade before putting his name on a label that is now sold at Neiman Marcus, won the fashion industry’s highest award for emerging talent. Yet his obvious pleasure at being recognized by the Council of Fashion Designers of America at its annual ceremony must have been tempered by the fact that he was handed his statuette by two women who also call themselves young designers — Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen.

The ubiquitous celebrity twins, who turn 21 next week, had been invited by the fashion industry to present awards for rising stars at the New York Public Library. This fall, the Olsens are introducing a collection that will compete with Mr. Lim, and they would not mind someday being nominated for the award he won.

“You think, ‘Wow, how unfair,’ ” Mr. Lim said last week before the awards, after reading an article in Women’s Wear Daily about the Olsens’ plans to expand their marketing, fashion and lip-gloss empire — estimated by Forbes in 2003 to have sales of $1.4 billion — into the contemporary clothing market, the industry’s catch-all term for trendy sportswear lines like Vince and Theory, as well as that of Mr. Lim.

While sewing his own tuxedo for the awards ceremony in his garment district loft, Mr. Lim described a growing frustration among his peers as they face an onslaught of competing labels from celebrities. The Olsen twins, whose earlier merchandise was aimed at tweens and sold in mass stores like Wal-Mart, have grown up and moved on to try the adult market. They have a high-end designer line called the Row, which is sold at Barneys New York. On Monday night, they wore their new label, Elizabeth and James (named for their unfamous siblings), whereas not long ago they might have worn the designs of someone like Mr. Lim.

There is a great paradox here. For decades fashion has courted celebrities. It encouraged pop stars who moonlighted as designers, like Sean Combs, Jennifer Lopez and Gwen Stefani, to stage runway shows for flashy jeans and confectionary hot-pants ensembles. Mr. Combs, partly for his oversize personality and courtship of key players like Anna Wintour and Tom Ford, was nominated for awards for years and won for best men’s wear in 2004. It seemed harmless fun.

But now a number of designers are not so sure. Mr. Lim, who expects his collection to reach $30 million in sales this year and plans to open a store in SoHo next month, said the chances of a young designer surviving in the business today are “slim to none.” By contrast, celebrity lines like those of Mr. Combs and Ms. Lopez typically break the $100 million mark in sales in their first or second year, thanks to the power of a star name hitched to a huge marketing campaign. And they almost always begin with a lucrative fragrance deal, whereas it takes years for traditional designers to get the attention of companies like Estée Lauder or Coty.

“Celebrities have made it harder for real designers,” said Vera Wang, who won the top fashion council award for women’s design in 2005 and has designed for more than three decades.

“It’s a big open field out there now, like the Wild, Wild West,” Ms. Wang said. “You could be competing against a television or movie star for a fragrance deal, and that’s an added pressure for designers. We’re working really hard to keep our heads above water, and does the public differentiate, or care? Those are big questions. The most obvious impact is in fragrance, but certainly in apparel we’re feeling it now as well.”

The struggle of talented designers is an old lament. On top of familiar pressures — the contracting number of department stores, the difficulty of finding financing, the fickleness of consumers —some designers are now waking up to realize they are competing with celebrities for market share. With the likes of Sarah Jessica Parker, Jennifer Lopez and Paris Hilton jumping into the high-end department-store tier of the fragrance business, celebrities have grabbed 10 percent of that $2.8 billion market, as of 2005, whereas a decade ago their presence barely registered.

Ms. Wang suggested that Ms. Parker, who introduced a casual apparel collection for the T-shirt chain Steve & Barry’s last month, should begin wearing only her own clothes at public events. To play by the new rules of the business, Ms. Wang is creating a lower-priced line for Kohl’s, which will compete with a collection by Daisy Fuentes.

But what about the talent that “real” designers bring to their craft? Doesn’t that skill and artisanship matter to consumers, compared with the brute marketing muscle behind a line like, say, Kate Moss’s recent collection for Topshop, which was copied from pieces by other designers that were in the model’s closet?

Diane Von Furstenberg, the president of the designer council, argued that most celebrity collections, unlike those of its high-end members, are intended for a mass market. “I can see that the young designers fear they can get overpowered,” she said, “but they shouldn’t, because talent wins out.”

The awards event, which in its earliest incarnation was the invention of the fashion publicist Eleanor Lambert to promote American designers as a group, comes across today as a competitive sport between designers to draw the attention of photographers, resulting in the spectacle on Monday of Michael Kors posing with Heidi Klum, Liya Kebede and Debra Messing as Charlie’s Angels at the end of the red carpet.

The courtship of celebrities for publicity remains a fact of business one could not overlook at the awards, where Ralph Lauren was introduced by Oprah Winfrey, Uma Thurman wore a dress designed by Zac Posen, and the Proenza Schouler designers, Jack McCollough and Lazaro Hernandez, who shared with Oscar de la Renta the award for women’s wear designer of the year, arrived with Kate Bosworth in one of their designs.

Popular culture’s heightened focus on fashion encourages designers to raise their personal profiles. “Post Tom Ford, fashion has become a very different place,” said Thakoon Panichgul, who was also nominated for the honor Mr. Lim won. “There was so much globalization of fashion before when Tom Ford was the ‘it boy’ and because of that, people expect more of a designer. You have to do more than one job. You have to be out and about and be very sociable.”

The Olsen twins, whose offbeat personal style of excessive layering and oversize proportions has had as much influence on modern fashion as Seventh Avenue, seemed to recognize this social aspect of the designer job, serving as hosts to a fashion industry dinner with the Swarovski crystal company on Sunday night.

“At the end of the night, we’re going to go home like everyone else and wake up tomorrow and go back to work,” Ashley Olsen said at the party. She and her sister mingled with seasoned designers like Ms. Von Furstenberg, Arnold Scaasi and Pierre Cardin, 85, the apotheosis of old school licensing, whose name is on more than 800 products, with a volume of about $1.5 billion. That is comparable to the sales of the Olsens.

“We live in a media-crazed culture, where it’s all about celebrity,” said Daniel Silver, who with Steven Cox makes up the Duckie Brown design team, which was also nominated for an award. Mr. Silver said they could not compare the work of celebrities to their own, but they acknowledge that sharing the stage with them has had an impact on the psyche of the modern designer.

“There is no sense of enough there,” Mr. Silver said. “Being self-funded, it’s always a struggle. Quite often, if you are somewhat successful, and slightly lucky, you still tend to implode anyway.”

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

*sigh*

Sometimes, it's like you can actually feel your brain rotting.

Or maybe it's just me.

Okay, definitely just me.

Let's not go down that oh-so-familiar road of why I feel like my brain's rotting --- because, when I complain about it, I invariably get an email berating me about how I seem to just sit on my ass and do nothing but bitch and moan.

(And whenever I get an email like that, I always think, "Hold up. How do you know I've just been sitting on my ass, doing nothing but bitching and moaning? There's a whole bunch of other shit that I don't bother writing about down here...so just fuck off. Who asked you to read this anyway?")

As some of you might have been able to suss out, I keep more than one blog.

Usually, there'll be at least one news item for the day that just pisses me off. (Yes. That required italics just to emphasize the level of disgust and pissed off-ness that certain things inspire in me.)

So, yesterday, I discussed (oh-so-briefly) religion. See, I'm not religious, but I believe in God.

(Okay, hold up. Digressing a bit here...what is up with this woman? There's a woman at work who seems incapable of going anywhere by herself. Like, not even to the washroom by herself. She'll come around and gather up one or two of her buddies to accompany her to the washroom or to go get water from the servery. What's up with that?)

Anyway, back to the God thing...yeah, so, my thinking is this: I don't really care what everybody else believes in. Whatever gets you through the day, right?

But then someone comes along and is all like, "That statement doesn't make any sense."

Whatever.

Maybe I should stick to bitching about little things...like how I think women who wear fake finger nails and who dye their hair are just tacky.
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