...what's new... hummmmm

well, not much has been going on - i mean, nothing to write home about...
with 'facebook' so popular and almost everyone i know on it - there's been no need to blog! with status updates, albums fer pics and instant messaging... i've lost touch with my poor blog. so, i'm back from the bar - a bit tipsy, wait - who's kidding who - i'm tanked... i'm wide awake, everyone has gone home and it's me with my puter and the faint sounds of some twisted sister, i wanna rock, playin' in the background... i find i get alot done when i'm drunk...writing, cleaning, emailin' etc etc... it could be all in my head - but i highly doubt it. anyhoo... not workin' on a show, just finished one in ottawa... back in TO where film is dead. huhhhhhhhhhhh. well, that's it...my glass is empty and screamin' fer a refill...! until next time, take care of you and each other... :p

paris sucks, wait...that was tooo easy... BAH HAHA!

okay - does this make anyone else as sick as it does me?! fer f's sake!
geez girl! get some balls... it shouldn't be hard - i do know you like them...! there's prolly some guard in there that will keep you safe as he gives it to ya! all jokes aside - here is a girl that should be a role model - but gets caught, not once, but twice drinking and driving - plus driving while her license was suspended... gets sentenced to jail and can't even finish 3 freakin' days! i mean, if i had 3 square meals, and hour of 'yard time', a free bed to sleep in, rent free i might add...and an excuse to slack off...sign me up!! plus, if i act mean enough i could have my own bitch! i can't believe that the girl got outta of jail! her 2.5 days have turned into 5 days served...what kind of treatment is this? wtf!?! what does this show society? it's disgusting! she's disgusting - and i hope she gets sent back to jail and that for her leaving early - when she returns, the judge makes it so she now has to serve the 54 days... enough with the poor baby bullshit - she's a big girl... suck it up paris - you'll be back out whoopin' it up, showin' yer beaver with yer pals and prolly back in the car doing rails off the dash and pounding back the redbull & vodka you have stashed in the console.... wait, do you know what console means? it the bump between the driver seat and the seat beside you... when you lift the top of that bump you can put things in it... neat huh?!
anyway, i came across this from a friend on the inside... HIYA BIG BETTY!!!

Paris Hilton's Diary....
Dear, dear, dear Diary:
All I wanted to do was hug my Mom and they drug me out of the courtroom. I just wanted to hug my Mom before I was drug out of the courtroom. They are really, really, awful. The mean, hateful judge would not even listen to me. What kind of church does he go to where they applauded him for what he did to me. I mean they clapped. That is soooooooooooo mean.

My lawyer is filing a Writ of Mandate this very minute to overturn the mean Judge’s Order. Now the Judge is ordering me to serve 45 days but the Sheriff said I will serve the original 23 days with eighteen left.

My lawyer says there are two hearings coming up on this and I could get out earlier. My lawyer says the minute the appeal is filed I can get out on bail. They are doing that now.

Sheriff Baca clearly said again that the time typically served is three days and I served three days. He also said that I was sentenced longer because I was a celebrity. He refused to send a Sheriff’s car to pick me up at first so we called my driver and then he gave in and sent a car.

I just said, “It is NOT RIGHT,” and it’s NOT. I just did what they said to do. Now I have to stay longer. This Judge is out of control. The Judge just took everything out on me.

Richard Hutton — my attorney — is all over this. This was NOT OUR AGREEMENT!

I am in the medical unit downtown at the twin towers … I am not alone. That’s better. I am getting my medication.

Eighteen days OR LESS. Pray for me. I miss my family soooooooooooo much.

My lawyer said that the Sheriff can just let me go. The problem was that he put be in an ankle bracelet. If he releases me again without an ankle bracelet the Judge cannot do anything.

Sheriff Barca said clearly: “The only thing I can detect as special treatment is the amount of her sentence is the amount of her sentence.” He said this is a low level crime and under our standard release system she would be released after serving ten percent of her time. It is standard policy that women in the county jail for crimes such as mine are released after serving ten percent of their time. Sheriff Barca made it clear I am being discriminated against because of my celebrity.

He does not have to release me under house arrest, he can just release me if he wants. But we are pretty sure I will get bail on Monday pursuant to my appeal.

My publicist keeps on saying think of all the money I will make CHA CHING, CHA CHING, CHA CHING.

I do not need money. I need to be at home. I have more money than I can ever spend. I just want to be home but at least I am not in isolation again. Thank you dear Lord. That was not fair to me. Isolation is an extra punishment and if I were not Paris Hilton … I would not even be in jail … That’s what Sheriff Baca said, that what virtually the entire LA Criminal Bar says, even mean old MSNBC is admitting that now.

Please send letters. I will be stronger tomorrow. It is just hard being put in, taken out, and put back in. Really, hard.

All my love,

XXOOOXXXOOO

Paris H!

treat yo' mama right sucka!

the life of an 'assistant director'

***a look into my daily life, if i were on set...***

'...why can't we all just get along...'

violence breeds violence. repression breeds retaliation and only the cleansing of our whole society can remove the sickness from our souls. when you teach to hate your brothers and sisters...when you teach that you are a lessor man and/or woman because of color, beliefs, and/or the policies that they wish to pursue...when you teach that those who differ from you, or threaten your freedom, your job, home or family - then you also learn to confront others not as fellow beings but as enemies. to be met not with cooperation but with conquest...to be subject gated and to be mastered. we learn at the last to look at our brothers and sisters as aliens. alien men and women with whom we share a city but not a community...bound to us in a common dwelling but not in a common effort. we learn to share only a common fear, only a common desire to retreat from each other. only a common impulse to meet disagreement with force.

our lives are short. the work to be done is to great to let this spirit flourish any longer in this world of ours. we cannot banish it with a program or resolution but we can perhaps, remember if only for a time, that those who live with us are our brothers and sisters. they too share the same short moment of life, that they seek as do we...nothing but the chance to live out their lives in purpose and in happiness...winning the satisfaction and fulfillment that they can. surly this bond of common fate, and surly this bond of common goals can begin to teach us something. surly we can learn at the least...to look around at those of us - our fellow men and women - and surly we can begin to work a little harder to bind up the wounds among us and become in our hearts...brothers and sisters once again.

'...we excuse those who are willing to build their own lives in the shattered dreams of other human beings...' robert kennedy

real time....the movie

so, 'that's a wrap!' on the feature 'REAL TIME'. this movie stars RANDY QUAID & JAY BARUCHEL. had a blast! we all had a blast!

10 reasons to date a hockey player...

Top 10 Reasons To Date A Hockey Player

1. They always wear protection
2. They have great hands
3. They are used to scoring
4. They have great stamina
5. They find the opening and get it in
6. They never miss the target
7. They know how to use their wood
8. They have long sticks
9. They know when to play rough
10. Because baseball players only know how to hit balls

woo HOOOOOOOO!!!!

so, get this.... i've got season tickets to TORONTO ROCK LACROSSE. anyhoo... i was coming out of the washroom - on my way to get yet another beer...mmmmmmm beer... well, this chick comes over to me and my friend DAWN (pictured here w/ me) anyway, asks me if i wanted to be the last shooter on PROLINE'S SHOOT FOR CASH! i was like, 'uh yeah!' so, she escourts DAWN and I to the field for half-time... i came in 3rd place.... i was the only chick and didn't get boo'd - so i think i made out well... they gave me a knapsack full of stuff - for 3rd. didn't look in it until MARC asked me if i knew what i got. UH - WOW!

yup... IPOD NANO! cooooooool!!!!
(the babies after i won....) yes dave, jody & marc - an IPOD NANO! MINE MINE MINE! na na na na na

by request...some of my art

...let's go red wings...!!!

my team (best team EVER!) RED WINGS wanted to add toughness and depth up front, and have accomplished both goals just before the NHL's trading deadline. detroit acquired TODD BERTUZZI from florida on tuesday - along with forward KYLE CALDER in a three-team trade. WOOOOOO! now an ever COOLER team! HASEK is also back for another year! ALRIGHT! can we say 'welcome back STANLEY!' although BERTUZZI hasn't played since he had lower back surgery in november -- after being sidelined for more than two weeks by a herniated disc...he sealed a goal and six assists in seven games after being acquired last summer. THE RED WINGS, WILL - not HOPE, have BERTUZZI in the lineup by the end of march...says ME...and well, i'm always right! :) i'm assured when BERTUZZI says, (quote) "i've been feeling a lot better." "i've been doing some work off the ice and i've been skating the past two weeks."

BERTUZZI is a huge, talented man that adds the dimensions of size and skill that DETROIT needs on one of the top two lines. FYI - THE WINGS are among the NHL's top teams this season...

...LET'S GO RED WINGS!! (clap clap clap clap clap)

in dinky's mind today

the dink here with a much belated addition to my blog...

where the F- have you been!?�, scream my (not literally) hundreds of
readers...well, i'll tell you. there have been some big changes in the dink's life since the start of 2007 and i've been busy as a beaver... ha-ha, i said 'beaver'

[note: i know full well that that phrase makes no sense whatsoever...beavers are not busy unless their dams are continually knocked down and destroyed by pesky neighborhood kids and/or storms]

anyhoo, there's been a question that's been eating away at me like a flesh eating bacteria or possibly a wolverine...
'WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF THE CAST OF BATTLESTAR GALACTICA CRASH LANDED ON THE LOST ISLAND???!!!'

well, first of all...they would have lasers. adama would quickly secure the hatch for his crew. the survivors of the oceanic flight 815 would be herded up like little children and inspected like cattle. could these people actually be cylons!� starbuck would be thinking to herself... then she would think, that one who calls himself sawyer is pretty hot. i wonder what he would look like swimming in just his jeans� [i know i'm often thinking that myself - along with wondering what it would feel like as he swims through MY jeans]

then, starbuck would take sawyer on a reconnoiter of the island where they would visit the swimming hole and start necking. then, kate & apollo would stumble upon them and then they would all be getting it on when a huge crashing would come through the jungle and one of those huge unseen monsters would tower above them (the monsters that disappeared after episode 8 of season 1) and they would be screaming...

AHHHHH!!!! cut to commercial... (and in 3...2...1)

meanwhile back at the hatch, adama would want to imprison the 'LOST cast' in the old cave with the creek in it, but president roslin would want to reason with them and have both casts mate in order to create more surviving humans...'cut to' the cylons would have contacted 'the others' and they would form an alliance to destroy all the good humans and especially that annoying french woman who lives on the other side of the island...starbuck would shoot the unseen monster - then sawyer would say something witty and sexy, like 'nice shot, blondie...where'd you learn to shoot a laser like that - from watching princess Leia...?' the she'd reply...'put a sock in it sawyer - but then, the attraction would be way too much for them and they'd begin to start making out again...

cut to commercial...product placement - then, next week on...

another low budget - but i'll take er'!

well...after i got the unemployed life down to a science - i received a call from a production called 'REAL TIME'. it's a feature starring RANDY QUAID. i love him! anyhoo... i've started prep and am VERY HAPPY to have some work. it'll take me to the end of march, which is nice...unfortunately, it's ULTRA LOW BUDGET!!!! but meh, it's work! :) so - as usual, i will post pic's and try to blog as often as i can. i hope y'all are doing well! sure hope to see some of you soon! not all of you....just some of you.... HAHAHAHA - just jokin'! pints? i love pints...makes me stand the sight of some of you a lil' longer - ZINGGGGGG!

actors *eyeroll*

ACTRA - PPPHHHFFFTTTT!!!!! c'mon people... i mean, i've been in the 'biz' for lack of a better term, for 13 years... for actors to strike - yet again - infuriates me! i work on set for 16+ hours a day, making shit money...while actors sit pretty in the trailer, until needed, and make 3 times+ as much as i do! for y'all to do this, AGAIN, is massively hurting our industry. over 80% of the crews are not working... people with families to support - all because you want more money...get over it. we all need more money. think ahead...you're fighting for something that, if you get it, won't matter anyway because no one will want to shoot/work here. you're only hurting yourselves - not to mention the thousands of people you've put out of work for 2 months now. thanks...*eyeroll* i would say i work about 110 hours a week... not raking in the 'big' dough...you, work for a minimum of 8 hours a day - and if you go over 8, are making time and a half...! i have to work 14 hours a day before i begin to go into time and a half! but i don't complain - it's work and we should be thankful that we're working. just so you know... if i can't find a job because 'hollywood north' is no more - i'm blaming you. if i have to sit at home and watch another episode of maury and 'i've tested 10 men with dna tests' - i'm blaming you. if i have to buy anymore groceries at the dollar store because that's all i can afford - i'm blaming you...and you better believe, if the time comes, when we do eventually get back to work...and you're lucking enough to have me on set as an AD...if you ask me to get you a coffee/tea...or something from craft - i'd be thinking to myself...do i really want to eat/drink this? - go ahead...i dare ya... fyi - only applies to actra members - yer safe sag...for now that is.... mwah ah ah

...fyi - 'part deux'...

...uh...

so, JIMMY FALLON. I HEART HIM. he's friggin' HILARIOUS! his crooked smile makes my insides quiver. not only is he cute as a button - he's prolly a tiger in the sack.....like me. you know, it's always the quiet ones that you have to watch out fer.

the secret..... ssshhhhhh

the secret has a similar documentary-style format to what the bleep do we know? but without the cheesy storyline and cartoons. i liked what the bleep, but i thought the secret was much better. the secret is about the intention-manifestation model and how to use the law of attraction to create whatever you want. as the movie aptly points out, most people focus their thoughts either on what they don’t want or on reinforcing what they’re already getting. but the way to succeed with intention-manifestation is to keep your thoughts focused on what you desire, even if it seems to have no presence in your life yet. intention-manifestation is the basis for the million dollar experiment, which has been going for almost 7 months now and has collectively manifested over $1.2 million — not a bad result for simply focusing our thoughts on what we want to attract. huuummmmm... my intention-manifestation - om... huuuummmmmm 'i will marry john krasinski...' 'i will look hot in a white string bikini...' 'i will open a beer from my fridge and it will be ice cold and refreshing...' 'i will wake up tomorrow and not have morning breath...' ooommmmm

...fyi...

'...i need more cowbell!...'

so - okay...for those of you who know me, know i HEART the cowbell! i got a fever baby...and the only prescription is - more cowbell... man...that thing rocks! i came across this lil' diddy today and thought i needed to share the wonders on this tiny tin wonder. a wonder we all know as - the cowbell.

dedication

i dedicate the following drunkin' 'thursday night' post to one of my best friends, NAT.
NAT - she sure has waaaaaaaaay toooooooooo much time on her hands. emailin' me about not posting on a regular basis...etc etc - blah blah blah.... fart. poop. hey - G'...'i'd like to have a pretty sweet job like yer's'....'you know, where one can sit in a booth, talking smack about celebs, crappy movies and watermains overflowing causing traffic jams and crazy ass road rage...' 'a job where i can come home after 4 hours of strenuous *(eyeroll)* jibbi jabba - and a few minutes of reading copy about pedicures, restaurants with new specials and cell phone deals....wooooooo' wait, ignore my sarcasm - that does sound pretty sweet - youse guys hiring? xoxox - i heart you lady...! i miss seeing yer big head, the slick grease spot that constantly made & still makes me gag along with yer ability to fart on demand - whether people want you to or not. big hugs & wet smooches...the kind of smooch where the spit from my pie-hole runs down the corners of yer mouth, down yer chin and soaks the collar of yer shirt.

'its thursday....debauchery ensues'

it's thursday and i'm sitting here, beer in hand - wearing frumpy clothes - cat on my lap - dog by my feet, a few friends circled around me - gossiping. the radio is on, playing a wicked mixed tape i made - i mean cd... :) but wait...i run my fingers through my hair and i scratch my ear... as i lower my arm back to my side it gently caresses my cheek and falls along my chin. WHAT?!? what is this...? a crumb from a cookie i ate at dinner? a piece of lint that fell off my oversized sweat shirt when i pulled it over my head? SWEET JESUS!!!!!! AN F'IN CHIN HAIR!!! had this been a movie or tv show i would have zoomed in for an 'extreme close up' on the little black, thick, unwanted guest. seems like ever since i turn the big 3-0....things that never happened to me in the past, are happening to me now. wtf?! why? karma? am i being punished for laughing at friends or anyone for that matter, as they humiliate themselves in public? is it because i'm so ravishingly beautiful that it's the universes way for me to learn humility - pppphhhffftttttt... hee hee, kidding. anyway, why was i plagued with such and intrusion? this is going to hurt my love life - well, atleast continue to to hinder my non-existent love life... what will happen one night - when i'm FINALLY on the date of my dreams, and the dude i'm with, as we're mackin' out, starts grabin' at my goodies - get's all 'hot & bothered' - and goes to slightly pull on my hair but caresses my chin/cheeks as he makes his way to my head and he runs over the prickly pete growing out of my chin?!? what then - huh? THE HORROR!!!
ack - so i went into the bathroom - somewhat 3 sheets to the wind... cause we've been drinking...ssshhhhhh - i find my tweezers and begin to try to pluck the bastard out. as i try to focus, my sister walks past the bathroom - i'm hanging out her house for a while - anyway, she walks past me and wonders what the fuck i'm doing... i say to her, 'HELP'! i can't get this chin hair out! help me please! so, she angles me towards the light, and begins to find what i've been fingering for the past 10 mins... wait, that sounded a bit risqué... hee hee - anyway, she finds the culprit and proceeds to tell me it's an ingrown - and can't get it out! not only has this new unwanted friend made its way to my baby face, it's an f'in ingrown! OH LORD - WHY... wait, if i tweeze it, does it mean that 6 more will grow in its place like grey hair? should i just maybe bleach this one lil' hair? my drunkin' dilemma. so, my sister grabs some toilet paper and begins to try to squeeze the fucker out. it hurt, but kinda felt good at the same time...does that make me weird - or creepy? anyway, it pokes through a wee bit and i was able to dig it out - unfortunately for me, it left a big red mark from digging it out with the tweezers. it also lead me to see that my eyebrows needed a weeee cleanup... that fiasco further lead me in calling the spa at 1am - friday morning, leaving a message asking them to squeeze me in for a brow cleanup after my, maybe...possibly...going at my brows - with drunkin' eyes. i might have possibly; just a weeee bit - plucked out one tooooo many hairs and now have a couple of bald spots through each brow... TIP: hide the tweezers, hair dye and scissors when you plan on having a few gals over to drink, hang out, & catch up...that is, until you realize that hen parties consisting of alcoholic beverages, talk about relationships that may be failing, guy bashing, sex that's not fulfilling anymore, coloring people's hair, tweezing and trimming ones bangs - DON'T MIX!

YPF - Young People Fucking

yes, you heard me... 'YOUNG PEOPLE FUCKING'... i'm soooo sorry to ya'll. for those of you who didn't know, i've been working in filmland - back to back features. that's been my life for the past 4 months. the previous shoots, not worth talking about - trust me...it sucked... well, shooting crews were fantastic - the office...meh, not worth me typing about... anyway, my last shoot. amazing! it was a well written feature film called 'YOUNG PEOPLE FUCKING'. just like the name of the film - the synopsis, quite similar...! haha! working 7 days a week for months was very trying and i'm i'm very sorry for not getting back to people and not being able to see anyone...! i hope ya'll had an amazing holiday and are having a fabulous 2007 so far! i am... i do need to stop partying so hard though - my new year's resolution - we'll see how that work's out..although, to start off my new year - a friend's 30th b-day... geesh! good going KAT - thanks for making me break my resolution - below...a few pics from my night of debauchery (wrap party - YPF) before the christmas holiday. fun - good times!