Change

Don't freak out, I know that nobody likes change. Quite frankly, I'm tired of keeping 2+ blogs.  All my life I felt like I had to try to compartmentalize my personality, to hide the real me to avoid embarrassment or the judging eyes of others.  But you know what? That's not who I am.  This year is going to be about me-not in a selfish the world revolves around my every wish way-I want to be better. I want to be nicer, happier and more me. My goal this year is to fully accept myself and feel comfortable with me.  I can't do that by trying to separate myself into little categories. It's time to clean house.

For starters, I'm merging my multiple blogs into one. This will be an ongoing process, so bear with me. Keep the Starving Out of Starving Artist will still be up on Blogger, you just won't find any new content here. instead, you can find all of my wacky artsy/nerdy/crazy adventures on my new home:  www.GurlOnGirlGaming.com (not as inappropriate as advertised.) 

I'd love it if you all followed me over there if you haven't already!

H2$ and a Dance Down Memory Lane

My fabulous boyfriend surprised me with an early Christmas present: tickets to see How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying on Friday night! We had such a fun time. I really wanted to see this show for a couple of reasons; I was in H2$ once upon a time in high school, so I have a fondness for the show-it was one of the first musicals I was in. Also, I love me some Daniel Radcliffe. I was unable to see him the last time he was on Broadway in Equus, which received impressive reviews, had amazing puppetry, and featured a stellar cast (plus the added bonus of Harry Potter's "wand" on display for the better part of the show for the ladies out there).

H2$ follows the young and eager J. Pierrpont Finch as he attempts to climb the corporate ladder using the advice in a little book: How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying (the book is narrated by the smooth vocal stylings of one dreamboat Anderson Cooper).

Considering DanRad (yes, that is what I'm calling him from now on) had no musical theatre training before this, he can hold his own in the show. His vocals stretch a little thin at times, and he sings a little nasally on the high notes, but he more than makes up for it with his comedic timing, and the boyish charm he brings to the otherwise underhanded smarmy fellow that Finch can be in his career-driven pursuits. His on-stage chemistry with John Larroquette (from Night Court...anyone?) is so fun, and it is clear the two have a great working relationship. DanRad is also an impressive dancer considering his lack of training. While his form is not always as perfect as someone who has been dancing for decades, he brings an infectious energy and it is obvious he puts tremendous effort into his craft-an admirable feat. Granted, his super-stardom doesn't hurt him either, but I am amazed at how even after a year in this show, he still has such energy and focus amidst the (many, many, MANY) screaming fans in the audience each night.

Seeing the show Friday brought back a few fond memories from high school (and how few they were). While watching some of the choreography in the show and then later while listening to the soundtrack on the train, I even started to remember my old choreography from 12 years ago. It's funny how the brain and memories work, isn't it? Then I started trying to remember the names of my original cast in high school and started playing "where are they now?" in my head. The fellow who played Finch in my high school production, is now a local news reporter in Washington D.C. The guy who played J.B Bigley is now a director at the Atlantic Theatre Company here in NYC. Our Bud Frump now works in public television. Our Hedy La Rue is an actress/dancer in L.A. Our hilarious Wally Womper is now a seemingly jack-of-all-trades in the theatre and production world. Our Smitty now works as a student coordinator at the University of Colorado in Boulder. And last, but not least, our lovely Rosemary is now traveling the world and singing as she goes (or so I gathered from her vague FB page). Ok, enough stalking for now.

Oh, and me? I was a lowly secretary in a white button-up shirt and a ridiculously 60's bright orangy/salmon-colored skirt, and I was not a toy.

Pardon Me, While I Take a Stand...

I've censored the following, in protest of a bill that gives any corporation and the US government the power to censor the internet--a bill that could pass THIS WEEK. To see the uncensored text, and to stop internet censorship, visit: http://americancensorship.org/posts/15442/uncensor

█████ ████ did ███████ of ██████ ██████ ████ ████?

Tell Congress stop messing with our rights!!!

-Not Currently Starving, but a Little Pissed Off

Radio City Christmas Spectacle

Last night my boyfriend and I got to go see the final dress rehearsal of the Radio City Christmas Spectacular with the Rockettes at Radio City Music Hall. One of the perks I get from one of my jobs is I get free tickets to the shows I'm promoting, and we happen to be promoting this show. I was really excited because I had seen the Rockettes on tour in Denver many years ago, but I'd never been to Radio City in the 5 years I've lived here. The lobby had beautiful crystal Christmas tree chandeliers and the art deco style of the architecture has been well preserved in the building. We had decent seats in the orchestra section, and when the curtain went up, I got all excited like I was a little kid again, but it was to be bittersweet excitement since the clusterfuck of an audience ruined the magic a little bit.

I know it was only a dress rehearsal, and so the people who paid for their tickets probably got some serious discounts, but many of the seemed to not understand that we were not watching a movie that if you talked through it, the people on stage could hear you, and it's not like at home where if you miss something, you can pause and rewind it. This is a live event. Why is this concept so difficult for some people?!?!

Here are just some of the issues I had with my fellow audience members:

-Loud talkers

-Babies crying, and not being comforted, only ignored by their "parents"

-The child having a tantrum sitting behind me who was kicking and/or punching the back of my seat while his "parents" did nothing

-People in front of me taking pictures during the show...of THEMSELVES (thus the flash would blind me for a while, thus I missed bits of the show

W. T. F?!

I think my boyfriend put it best when he said: "That audience was what I imagine it would have been like to see Shakespeare in his time, with all the groundlings peeing, farting, yelling during the performance."

Now, the show itself was quite enjoyable. I'd seen it int he past, so I remembered a lot of the classic Rockette numbers and was pleased with the new ones they added this year. The costumes were lovely and it's always amazing to see the Rockettes do what they do.

Something new that was added this year were several 3-D elements to appeal to the little kids. They were well-executed, but I would have been fine without them. So, if anyone does see the show, I hope your audience is better-behaved than mine was, and I hope you enjoy the show! (Check your cynicism at the door though, it's a family show)

-Currently Lost My Appetite

Times Square

One of my part-time "survival jobs" I have while I look for creative work/projects/outlets is promoting Broadway shows in Times Square on the weekends to supplement my income. I do this on top of working full time 5 days a week in an office. Why do I sometimes work 7 days a week, you ask? Because no one can live comfortably on less than 30K a year in this city. Plus, the holidays are coming up very quickly, and I need some dough to buy my loved ones gifts that don't come from the Dollar Mart.

If you've never been to Times Square before, you know that it's one of the most iconic places in NYC, there are lights and people and billboards everywhere. It's quite overwhelming at first, but it's almost magical, especially at night.

If you have been to Times Square or are a New Yorker, you know that Times Square is like the 2nd circle of Hell. There are stupid tourists everywhere getting in your way, it's loud, it's dirty, it's smelly, and those damn comedy show guys are up in everybody's faces all the time.

As much as I truly hate Times Square sometimes, other times, I do have to admit, it has some charm. Like when you see crazy random shit that gives you stories to tell your friends for years to come, those are the best times.

I feel like I've "seen it all" most of the time, I've seen everything from celebrities, to crazy homeless guys, to bomb scares, to elderly couples in domestic disputes that turn violent. And nearly every time I'm in TS, I see something new that makes me say, "whoa."

-Not Currently Starving, but Looking Forward to Christmas Goodies

(To be continued...)

The City

There are days when I exit the train and walk up 6th ave to my office where I work and just breathe in the city. There are mornings like today when the air is crisp and the flow of the city just washes over me and I fall in love with New York all over again. The energy of the hustle and bustle pumps me up to face the day. On mornings like this one, I think, "Why would I want to leave this place?"


Then reality sets in. I go to my job; my job that wastes my talents and sucks out my soul ever-so-slowly, day-by-day. I put in my 8 hours, then get on the crowded subway full of cranky selfish people. I go home to my crappy apartment with the bills, the roach infestation, my broken couch, minimal cell phone reception, and the asshole landlord.


I try to look on the bright side: I'm employed, I have health insurance, I have a roof over my head, I have food in my kitchen, and I have people who love me in my life.

While I love NY, and I know that it's where I'm supposed to be right now, so I can't really see myself living anywhere else. However, the fantasies of living in a cabin in the woods for a couple of months or living near the beach for a while seem to pop into my head more frequently than they used to. Maybe, just maybe, it's time for a change...

-Not Currently Starving, But Wondering When Lunch is

Don't freak out!

I'm currently trying to tweak my blog design, and I will be busy having fun and tweeting at NYCC this weekend, so I may be on a hiatus for a while. Don't worry, I'll be back soon!

A Very Nerdy Review

(Broadwayworld.com)


Last night I attended a preview performance of Mangella, a play by Ken Ferrigni and directed by Joe Jung. In a nutshell, the play is a dark comedy for nerds, by nerds. I went into it not really knowing what to expect. Even based on the promo postcard’s description:

Ned is a low-rent hacker who uses his trusty computer, Gabriella, to shake down Asian websites with coordinated network attacks. He is hell-bent on restoring the memory of his stroke-ridden father who believes himself to be a fictional 1940’s black blues musician Mangella St. James. However, when Lily, a beautiful prostitute, arrives at Ned’s door battling an unseen tormentor, Ned is sucked into a life-and-death struggle to save his father, his desktop PC, and himself. Who will make it to tomorrow?

I don’t even know what to make of that description, even after seeing the show. The production was powerfully and brilliantly executed with wonderful use of multimedia even if I felt the script was (very briefly at times) lacking. The dialogue was smart, witty, ridiculous, and moving all at the appropriate (and inappropriate) times. There were some unfortunate coincidences in the script mentioning Apple products and pancreatic cancer with the very recent death of Steve Jobs, which sort of struck a nerve with me, but that was simply unfortunate timing with current events. While the dialogue was impressive, the plot dragged a little but also left lots of unanswered questions that it put forth. While you want to leave a good piece of theatre pondering a little, I don’t what to have to ask myself too many questions at the end of the night.
The desktop PC, Gabriella (portrayed by a very energetic and funny Ali Perlwitz) was definitely my favorite character. I love the fantastical anthropomorphizing characters in plays (such as Sylvia). I never knew a piece of technology could be so well-rounded. It’s going to make me look at my iPod and laptop differently now.
The overall story is moved forward by an unseen force that the audience does not learn about until late in the 2nd act, and even then, we still left the show asking, “What exactly happened, now?” Overall, the show was enjoyable, funny, and bizarre. It was an excellent piece of off-off-Broadway; just absurd enough to be what people have come to expect from O-O-B productions, but not so far “out there” that you start your story with, “Well, I went to my friend’s off-off-Broadway show last night…*sigh*…it was…well…” as so many of us in the NYC theatre scene know all too well. We’ve all uttered that phrase, and we’ve all probably been that friend the phrase refers to.
The show also stars Anthony Manna as Ned, Bob Austin McDonald as Mangella St. James, and Hannah Wilson as Lily. All are very talented actors with delightful chemistry. Mangella runs October 6-23 at The Drilling Company theatre 236 W 78th St @ Broadway. Recommended for theatre nerds, especially those who appreciate darker humor.





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The Joys of Apartment-Living...

I recently read a blog about what may be one of the worst and funniest landlord sagas I've ever heard. It got me thinking that my apartment life horror stories haven't been so bad in comparison, but put all-together, I can weave an epic tale of terrible apartment/landlord/roommate luck.

I think I'll chronicle my ridiculous experiences living "on my own" (i.e. away from the parental units).


I think my mom prepared me for living on my own as best she could. I know how to cook (I just don't like to), I know how to do laundry/iron (skills I have improved upon thanks to required wardrobe crew assignments in college), I know how to balance a checkbook (although this skill would very soon become obsolete with online/mobile phone banking), and I know how to clean up after myself (again, not something I like to do). That being said, preparing for doing things on your own is a whole different ball game than actually figuring life out on your own.







My First Time Living Away From Home:



The Dorm

I studied Theatre Arts at the University of Northern Colorado (the other UNC) in Greeley, affectionately (or not)known as "G-Town". It's about 90 minutes (driving while mostly obeying designated speed limit signs) northwest of Denver. The "Powers That Be" in the housing department must have thought it would be hilarious to put two freshman girls together who shared the same name and have them live across the hall from 2 guys named Bryan/Brian. Lazy-ass bastards. (In housing department's defense, we remained roommates for all four years of college and I was in her wedding, but still...lazy.) We lived on the 2nd floor of a T-shaped dorm building called Wiebking (web-king) Hall. It had 3 floors plus a basement where the laundry room, common room, kitchen, and the kids who must have pissed off someone lived. The 3rd floor was the all-girls floor aka "The Nunnery." The 2nd floor was generally where all of the performing arts majors lived. Our R.A was a very straightlaced, overbearing double business major whom we shall call Lindsey (mostly because that was her name). Lindsey sounds like the perfect resident advisor for a bunch of artsy kids who've just been given more freedom/less responsibility than any of them have ever had (or will probably ever have) in their lives, huh? Were we loud? Yes. Were we obnoxious? Definitely. Were we overdramatic? Der. Did she treat us like people? Nope. From day 1 she had a little power trip and expected us to all love her without trying to get to know any of us personally, you know...as people. And yet, she could never understand why none of us respected her. And as far as I could tell, she never "advised" us on much of anything...except what a bitch she could be.

Dorm life was an adjustment but nothing too alarming happened, except for the night the alcoholic kid down the hall got drunk and decided to take a shower at 2am only to pass out in the boys' shower in such a way that his ass blocked the drain and he flooded the second floor hallway. Yeah, he and his drunk drain-blocking-ass got expelled.
Or the time the dumbass bitchy girl down the (other) hall tried to hang a jacket on the sprinkler head (you know, the one that sprays nasty-ass flame-dousing liquid in the event of a fire or it being tampered with) and broke it and thousands of gallons of water flooded her room, 1/3 of the second floor, the 1st floor, and the basement. Yeah, her ass got sued.

Yup, just a typical college freshman year living in the dorm.





-Not Currently Starving, and Happy to Have a Roof Over Her Head

More Letters to the World

Dear MRI Machines,

You are giant and scary and loud. I do not like you. I fear/dislike you so much, that I (a late-twenty-something young woman) brought one Perry the Platypus into the procedure with me. I hope you're happy. The technicians I'm sure had a hearty chuckle at my expense after I left the facility. Do not judge me, MRI!

Perry the Platypus judges you.






-Not Curently Starving, but My Knee Hurts Like Hell.

A Word of Advice

Dear Reader(s),

Here is a word of advice regarding office/job etiquette. Did you know that showing up 40 minutes early to your first day/interview/temporary assignment is just as bad and annoying as showing up late? What's worse than showing up early? Showing up early, then taking a 45 minute shit in their bathroom. Yeah, don't do that.


-Not Currently Starving, But Having to Work in a Stanky Office.

Random Happenings

I took this picture on 6th ave across from Bryant Park yesterday during my lunch break, where the award-winning show Top Gear was filming. In case you don't know, the show airs on BBC America and History Channel and is about nice/expensive/top-of-the-line cars/gadgets.
Now I am in no way a car expert or one of those girls that won't look at you unless you have a nice flashy car. However, I will admit that I do like shiny things, I do like to drive, I know a thing or two about cars, and I know my way around a garage and a tool belt.

Knowing all of this, I could have been on this particular segment of this episode they were filming, and probably enjoyed it very much. The concept seemed to be that they had some very sexy cars (Mercedes, Lamborghini, Viper, Bentley) painted the not-so-sexy lemon/taxi cab yellow color and that people off the street, upon signing a legal waiver, could hop on line (complete with red carpet and velvet ropes)in one of the cars for a "taxi ride" around midtown while appearing on camera. Unfortunately, I only had an hour for lunch and the line was long, so alas it did not happen.
But what really made me weep inside on behalf of awesome girls everywhere was the verbal exchange I overheard a girl on the street having with one of the promoters/waiver-hander-outers. It went like this:

Girl-who-thinks-she's-a-savvy-New-Yorker-and-calling-them-out-on-their-obvious-scam: "Oh yeah, well what's so special about the cars?"

Poor Promoter-Guy-who-just-wants-to-do-his-gig-get-paid-and-go-home: "Wha-?!(Awkward pause as he can't believe he is being asked this while standing in front of 4 cars that combined costs probably total around $1 million)Um...well, they're expensive cars. Really expensive sports cars."


Dear Awesome Girls Everywhere,
Come and weep with me.

-Not Currently starving, but not currently very artistic either


P.S There is also a toy train store across from Bryant Park! The people in that store kind of weird me out.

P.R.E.Y Episode 4: The replacement captain gets high...or something.

The first night of shooting episode 4 of P.R.E.Y was last night (if you haven't seen it yet, you are not my friend and shame on you go watch it now).


Without giving too much away, let's just say that it was more of a clusterfuck than usual. Beer was had by most (as per the norm for filming this show) however, one cast member (who was a replacement for a previous cast member who suffered from douche-itis) either had one too many or started the party before he got to the shoot. Not to say that we as a cast and crew are the epitome of professionalism. (It's pronounced "e-pit-O-me" Shia Labeouf)

But I'd like to think the majority of us care enough about the project to make an effort to make a decent product that we want to be proud of.

I, for one, am no stranger to being intoxicated in front of the camera. In fact, some of my funnier scenes in episode 3 are when I have been rather awkwardly inebriated (thanks mostly to Tommy's awesome editing) but I manage to string intelligible words/sentences together to make sense in the context of the show and react to what is going on at the present moment...in other words, I can still act my way out of a paper bag after the imbibefication of 3-5 beers. (See, I can make up words just like you, Sarah Palin)


Beers. Beers, and occasionally rum. Not whatever the captain was tokin on last night. Last I checked, no other cast member has ever decided they would start pulling out people's chest and arm hair while the camera is rolling, or proposition visitors, or wander in and out of frame during the take. But, maybe my standards are just too high for this no-budget/non-paying/indie web project.

My solution: we kill off and re-cast the character in every episode. Like a red shirt.

-Not Currently Starving, but frustrated with my art

Letters to the world

Dear little mouse in my kitchen,
You are so little and cute, but I'm sorry, you are vermin and your little poopies carry Hantavirus and therefore, you must die sooner than God intended. Please know that I will feel a considerable amount of guilt when I hear the click of the trap. No hard feelings.
Your Host,
Jess

Dear radio station,
I don't know who or what you are, but you are the only station with perfect music-to-talk-to-commercial ratio at the wee hours of the morning when I have to wake up for work. That being said, could you please play something other than Green Day and Red Hot Chili Peppers every morning at 6:30am? Thanks.

-Not Currently Starving, But a Little Cranky
(this artist is not 'morning people')

This is Halloween, this is Halloween...drunken blog.

Please note that I wrote this blog when I got home from my All Hallow's Eve gallivanting, but was too inebriated to figure out passwords and clicking the "New Post" button. So I discovered it today. Wow. I have not edited said blog in any way. Here is my train of thought for the evening.

Drunken Halloween blog 3-of-sort-of-3 1:11am (technically) 11-1-10


Horray! I thought of so many great AND AMAZING THINGS TO BLOG ABOUT TONIGHT WHILE I WAS SEMI-[ASSED OUT ON THE TRAIN RIDE HOME FROM Sky and Neil’s performance at Bar 9 ….but now I don’t realu remember them…..and I just realizedt at I wrote most of that last sentence in caps lock….my bad…

Jarrett id amazing an making me pasta since we couldn’t have taco bell, my favorite drunken food ever!!!! Stupid taco bell not delivering and not being in brookltny where I live!!!

I do know that the man on the F train tonight talked lik Sam Eagle from the Muppets and the tone of his voice cmbined wit the jerky motion of the train made me want to throw up. So, I discovered the greatest postion ever on the train is sitting with your head in your hands with your fingers in your ears, while the other fingers folding your ear lobrs over themse;ves so you can’t hear anything and then breating really deeply ina dna out just conv=centrating on the brewathing until you get to your stop and get the glorious peace of outside and the cold air. THAT, my friends id how you aifd puking on the train on Halloween.

Mind you, it doesn’t always wrokm. Especially if youre at a arty where you don’t know awaht idson in the :jungle hjuice” ut you drink it anyway and the you smoke a cigar ‘cause it soudnsa like a good idea ata the time,a nd then you bond with your friend’s obnoxious ass grielfriedn who you hate but eacause you’re drunk she seems super nice but deep down you still hate her and you pray she doesn’t remember this drunken bonding upon your next meeting, but she does and you hate your life because of it, and then you thrw up on the train plateform and have to hep tyour boyfriend move to a neq burroght the next day, and this is so epic, I forgot where I was foin with it, and now my pasts if ready so I;m gonna eat it and then pass out do I can get up at thwe ass-end of early tomorrow to go to work.


My point, and I do have one, is Happy Halloween!!
Hope everyone issafe!

And I lost my camera tonight…..BEFORE I started drinkinng!!! Fuck.

-Currently Starving for Pasta

A letter

Dear Monday Morning,
We both know that I hate you and you hate me. I especially hate you when you show up the day after Halloween and force me to go to work so that I can earn money so that I can continue to have awesome Halloweens and continue to hate you. So, let's just get through this together and then we won't have to deal with each other again for a week. Thanks.

-Currently Not Starving But Very Hungover


P.S After reading the blog I wrote (but was too inebriated to post) last night, this hate mail to the first(depending upon who you ask) day of the week will make more sense than it does already.

Drunken Blogs 1 & 2...well...sort of

Pseudo drunken blog 10-30-10 2:30am-ish


So I just got home from night 2 of Halloween party time weekend 010!!!!! Woooo!!!


Last night, we went out to Jen’s b-day party at a karaoke box club/bar. If you’ve never been to one, you must go! Instead of sitting in a loud bar listening to strangers shittily sing overplayed songs, you get to sit in your own private room and listen to your friends shittily sing overplayed songs. Soooo much better!!!
Got home at 3:30am and passed the eff out!

Woke up taoday around 2pm. Sleeping in is AWESOME!!! I haven’t gotten to enjoy said activity for 3 whole weeks!!!!  Other thn the geniuses who decided that Halloween weekend was a good time to rip up the entire block of sidewalk with jackhammers and sledgehammers all damn morning, my sleeping in was quite peaceful.
Watched the Colbert/Stewart Rally to resort sanity on the DVR this afternoon which was also very cool. Part of me was sad I couldn’t go, but when thingking about the earlier-mentioned sleeping in, and how cold and crowded and pain-in-the-ass-ity of getting down to DC and that whole thing about my clausterphobia/agoraphobia, I qhuickly got over my bummed feeling whilst I watched the rally from the comfort of my warm lazy couch while I drank my coffee.

Pre-Halloween party at AMC tonight. Pretty low-key, however there was no shortage of beer…hence the sort-of drunken blog. My buzz is sort of wearing off because we took the train home instead of a cab, so I had time to sober up a nbit on the train.


Wow. This is the most boring “drunk blog” I think I’ve ever written int eh history of history……hmmm drunk blog fail?

I guess I’m not super funny tonight. I didn’t send anyone inappropriate texts. I didn’t take my pants off. I accidentally flashed my panties at some friedsn…but that’s nothing new….lame. I didn’y even get to see that many great costumes tonight…..well, there’s always the parade and 3rd party of the weekend tomorrow night.

I guess I am getting old and boring……sad.

-Currently Not Starving, But Boring Even Myself

Maybe I DO have ADHD...

Well,this is embarrassing...I started this blog forever ago thinking I would blog every other day or so to keep my writing and creative muscles nice and toned. (I also had similar aspirations about exercising and yoga after watching the winter olympics, wanting to get my six-pack back again, but we don't really want to discuss the utter failure that was that goal...but I digress, maybe save that for another day, another blog.)
Autumn is now in full swing with winter fast approaching. Have I blogged at all? Er...no. But seeing as how I lack any followers at this time, I suppose the point is moot. On the other hand, HAD I been blogging these last 7-ish months, maybe I would actually have a couple of followers at this point. Oh conjecture.....you fickle fickle bitch.

My point? So much has changed in 7 months, it's amazing, but also I recently discovered and started following another blog and its author has, in turn, inspired me to be more diligent about my blogging. So, prepare yourself, internets!!! This girl is committed to-well..."committed" is such a strong word...determined? No...well, this girl is gonna blog more. So there. Actually, this weekend being Halloween weekend and thus, many parties and debauchery will most likely ensue and therefore you can expect as many 3 YES, THREE drunken blogs. Are you ready for this?

-Not Currently Starving But-ooooo something shiny!

Website is almost ready!

My acting website is almost up and ready to go. It's hard doing this on your own while trying to teach yourself how to do it and make it look as professional as possible to make people want to be in contact with you!
Life has been a little stressful lately...well...ok always. There are never enough hours in the day are there? I'm trying to get my website looking right, trying to put together a new concept for a show/video blog with A, trying to find auditions, going to work every day while trying to find a better job (shhhh, don't tell them, they'll get mad, they don't know or understand how much I hate it, or how every time I punch in, part of my soul dies and breaks off and causes me literal physical pain because my dreams are being crushed and beaten out of me.)

AVS JUST SCORED AGAIN AND TIED THE GAME!!!! (Sorry, completely unrelated, I am watching the Detroit/Colorado hockey game whilst I blog. Sweetness.)

Anywho...um where was I? Oh yeah.
Website = almost done = yay!
Jess = tired/stressed/crazy = what else is new?

The End.

-Currently Starving Wannabe Successful Artist

An argument

This is something clever and humorous my boyfriend came across online. I thought it should be shared. (I am unsure of its origins and the author, so please do not misunderstand my blog. I did not write this, I am simply re-posting to share with the world.)


This morning I was awoken by my alarm clock powered by electricity generated by the public power monopoly regulated by the US department of energy. I then took a shower in the clean water provided by the municipal water utility. After that, I turned on the TV to one of the FCC regulated channels to see what the national weather service of the national oceanographic and atmospheric administration determined the weather was going to be like using satellites designed, built, and launched by the national aeronautics and space administration. I watched this while eating my breakfast of US department of agriculture inspected food and taking the drugs which have been determined as safe by the food and drug administration.
At the appropriate time as regulated by the US congress and kept accurate by the national institute of standards and technology and the US naval observatory, I get into my national highway traffic safety administration approved automobile and set out to work on the roads build by the local, state, and federal departments of transportation, possibly stopping to purchase additional fuel of a quality level determined by the environmental protection agency, using legal tender issued by the federal reserve bank. On the way out the door I deposit any mail I have to be sent out via the US postal service and drop the kids off at the public school.
After spending another day not being maimed or killed at work thanks to the workplace regulations imposed by the department of labor and the occupational safety and health administration, enjoying another two meals which again do not kill me because of the USDA, I drive my NHTSA car back home on the DOT roads, to my house which has not burned down in my absence because of the state and local building codes and fire marshal’s inspection, and which has not been plundered of all it’s valuables thanks to the local police department.
I then log on to the internet which was developed by the defense advanced research projects administration and post on freerepublic.com and fox news forums about how SOCIALISM in medicine is BAD because the government can’t do anything right.


What I don't seem to understand is why people are so anti 'public option.' That's all it is, an option for those of us who go to work every day, pay our taxes, and for whatever reason cannot afford to pay for health care. I understand the rich don't want to have to be financially responsible for thos less rich than they. Well guess what? Your tax dollars go the exact same place my tax dollars go. They pay for roads I don't neccessarily drive on, schools I or my children don't attend (in fact I don't even have kids), a war I didn't want to fight, etc. Taxes are taxes are taxes are taxes. They all fund government projects!
Preventative health care is far less expensive than treatment for health problems, yet so many of us cannot afford to even go get a checkup. I personally have some health problems that require daily medication. I also lack insurance. The city I live in has free health clinics, but at this time they are no longer accepting new patients because there are too many sick people. So, for me to get a prescription, I have to take an hour+ train ride to a different borough, pay $75 just to see the doctor, have her hand me a prescription, and then go pay another $60-or-so for the pill bottle that is good for 30 days. That cost is about half my weekly paycheck. And since I have to live paycheck to paycheck, it makes it really tough to get by.
It is because of this financial squeeze that I am now opting to halv my pills. Yes, I cut each pill in half so it will last 60 days rather than 30. Therefore, I am not taking the dosage my body needs, therfore my health and job performance are suffering. This isn't really fair to my employer, and it's not fair to me.

My work does offer insurance, but the monthly payment actually costs more than I am already paying for my monthly trip to the doctor/medication, so paying that on top of co-pays is like throwing money away. My job doesn't provide sick days, as I am an hourly employee, so if I get sick and take a day off to go to the doctor or try to get well, I don't get paid. I have been looking for another job for many months, but the market is still pretty shabby where I live.

Shouldn't a government who is "for the people, by the people" also have the responsibility to help care for/about said people? I go to work 5 days a week. I pay taxes. I vote. I don't have a criminal record. I have a college degree. I do volunteer work. I donate to charities when I can. I am a law-abiding citizen. I pay for social security I may never see. I support local small business owners. I am a fairly upstanding citizen, so why can't I get health treatment when I need it? I do live in a nicer neighborhood; it is safe, and pretty, and friendly, but not super overpriced yet. I should not be forced to live in the slums or dangerous neighborhoods simply because I have to use half of my paycheck to pay for medicine. I am all for the public option. I need to have an option, because right now I have none.

-Currently Starving