Can't spare a square

I want to punch this poster in the face.

On another note, I'm looking forward to our meeting this morning but only because bagels will be involved. And I'm assuming cream cheese. Oh, and speaking of cream cheese, I recently asked our receptionist if I could borrow a smidgen of her cream cheese that she had in the communal fridge. You know, the tiniest bit to cover my little bagel. But I was denied. Why you ask? Because, as she said, "I'm moving this weekend and I'm really poor." Didn't need the quotes there, I was paraphrasing. Anyway, at first I thought she was joking. I laughed and still proceeded to reach for a knife (no, not to stab her, to spread the cream cheese). But then she continued with an "I'm serious" (that was verbatim) at which point I laughed again and thought, this joke is going on too long and it's not that funny, I just want some fucking cream cheese. Finally I realized she was indeed serious and the whole incident ended as I gave her a prolonged "oooookkkkaaaayyyy" followed by an awkward silence while I put the cream cheese back in the fridge. But here's the thing, I had already taken some cream cheese without asking the week prior and apparently she hadn't noticed because I don't recall her searching around the office to find the culprit. Basically the lesson is this- don't ask for things, just take them and hope no one notices.
The end.
R.

We just might live the good life yet

So mortified went pretty well last night. Pretty, pretty well. And while my diary might not be the funniest, I was definitely given kudos for my delivery. Which made me think- why do I deliver things the way I do? Or anyone for that matter. Hmmm something to think about, if you have a lot of spare time like I do. I think my favorite reader/performer/participant? had to be the guy that addressed every journal entry to Mr. Belvedere. As a special guest they even had the kid from the show come up to read some award winning essay the guy had written when he was a pre-teen wherein he compared his struggles with sports (he wasn't good at them) to those of Helen Keller (she was deaf and blind). Needless to say, it was brilliant and hilarious. My favorite moment was when they announced that the "special guest" was there and I overheard one girl exclaim quietly to a friend "Mr. Belvedere!" Obviously unlike me she didn't do her research on 80's stars who are now dead (I'm talking about you, girl from Savannah Smiles). Anyway back to the kid, aka Wesley, from the show. I just looked at his imdb page and it's not true what they say about child actors not making it as adults. Because in fact just last year he played the role of Mr. Wyler in the feature "Buttf**ker." So take that world! (side note: while I'm sure Mr. Wyler was a meaty role, he did not in fact nab the title role of "Buttf**ker Man")
I feel like this post took a weird turn.
R.

Say hello to your friends....

My old roommate/current friend Rosemery gave me a mention on her blog. Now that she is a follower, that brings my readership up to 2 (including myself). I really like her blog, it focuses on "music, fashion, yummy food, tasty wine, funny people and inspiring folks" to quote her exactly. She knows a lot about this stuff, especially the funny people part, because she is of course friends with me. And she's a great dresser.

R.

Get Mortified

I'm doing Mortified again tonight at King King and in honor of it, thought I would post a little exchange between myself and Thomas Ian Nicholas, star of Rookie of the Year and object of my obsession as a pre-teen. We worked together over email on a project and now I will share with you the final email exchange.

Me:
By the way, I have a funny story to share with you. I don't know if you've heard of mortified but it's basically a reading series where people read from their childhood diaries and it's quite hilarious…I did it a few years ago and your name was mentioned a few times in reference to the crush I had on you as a 12 year old. Very innocent stuff but it got big laughs b/c a lot of it was my small town east Texas idea of what Hollywood is like. Anyway…the best line is at the end of one of the entries I say "if I ever meet him I will tell him how much joy he brought to my summer." So that's what I'm doing now…fulfilling that promise to my 12 year old self. I just thought it was funny and wanted to share :)

Him:
too funny... You're welcome and its a pleasure to finally meet you :)
Thank you so much for sharing that story with me...

I wish I could go back in time and tell 12 year old Reagan all about this. I would also tell her about the time Debbie Gibson randomly sang Lost in Your Eyes at a Rilo Kiley concert. Her little head would probably explode.

R.

Summer of George

Work for me can be painfully slow in the summer so during that time I'm going to entertain myself via this blog. And maybe, just maybe, entertain others along the way.
This week is upfronts which for you lay men and women out there means the time of year when networks cancel old shows and pick up new ones. Biggest surprise to me so far- One Tree Hill is apparently still on the air. Nothing I really care about is gone, unless you count Freaks and Geeks and My So-Called Life. I don't watch as much tv as I used to so I'm already not planning on watching any of the new shows.
I'm going through phase right now where I only want to play and don't want to work. I wonder what life would be like if that were the case. Probably awesome.
That's it for now. I'll try harder next time.
R.