Blog ← Ellen Shapiro dot com ← Tech :: Music

I Can’t Feel My Legs

Jul

6

2008

Noted: 35 miles is kind of a long way to bike. Also, I need a better seat. Ow.

While you are barbecuing various items and drinking yourself silly, the Consumer Product Safety Commission (and whoever cut the CPSC’s video to the soundtrack) would like to remind you to use care with your fireworks this year: [youtube=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-OcIwPx-SCs&hl=en] Hat tip: Consumerist.

Damn You, Elliptical

Jul

4

2008

First, your distance calculator decides that I’m running a thirteen minute mile. If I could run on a treadmill without incurring extreme pain, I feel like it would be maybe an eight or nine minute mile. Nothing to write home about, but certainly not as horrifyingly slow as a 13 minute mile. Then, you arbitrarily ...

A Stab At Explaining This SAG Nonsense

Jul

1

2008

Trying to explain why, even though it does not appear the Screen Actors’ Guild is actually going to strike anytime soon, I am frustrated with the lack of progress in the talks, is a little hard to explain. The stalemate has brought all feature production to a grinding halt, and because of the weird timing ...

The Thing That Really Sucks About Coming Into The Office On Sundays

Jun

29

2008

The building where our offices are located is basically a ghost town on the weekends, and in order to save money and energy, the folks here have elected to keep the air conditioning off. This building was built in either the late 50’s or early 60’s, so the idea that each suite can control its ...

A Glaring Omission

Jun

29

2008

I realized that I haven’t said anything here about the death of a man I consider one of my comedic heroes, George Carlin. Partly, I think it’s because I don’t want to acknowledge that he won’t be around to call everyone on their bullshit, as I hoped he’d be for the next few years. I ...

Miscellany From The Last Day of Shooting 4

Jun

28

2008

A few bits of errata, Laz style: — Because we were on a Wednesday-Sunday shooting schedule, I had taken to calling each day “Fake ____”. Like Wednesday was Fake Monday, Thursday was Fake Tuesday, Friday was Fake Wednesday. Today, the last day I have to deal with this shift, I found a flaw in my ...

Not Dead Yet

Jun

25

2008

Most of the fleas I’ve been battling, however, are. Huzzah! I hit a bunch of the rest with a big-ass can of Raid this evening, and they do not seem to have recovered…yet. Unfortunately, because of my high sensitivity to the bites, I’m still absolutely covered in them. Even the smallest ones take well over ...

When Fleas, Six-Day Weeks and 5:30 PM Call Times Collide

Jun

22

2008

It’s been hellaciously hot in L.A. this week, so the fleas that I thought I’d gotten rid of are back with a MASSIVE vengeance. The only real solution is to flea-bomb the house to kill ’em all. The problem is, flea-bombing is a stupidly elaborate and time-consuming process, since it has a tendency to cover ...

Once More, With Feeling

Jun

20

2008

It’s always fun to read a story in Variety and, before reaching the end of it, start mentally calculating how much plasma and/or heroin I’ll need to sell to make rent.