I am never, ever drinking again. Last night went out for Happy Hour - 4 glasses of wine, and not even a slice of pizza. Ahh, going out on Thursday nights and drinking too much reminds me of my college days. Except without all those abortions. Kidding! Sherri Shephard, anyone?
In other news, this is the best blog ever: jasonmulgrew.com Yesterday I was g-chatting or facebook-chatting or whatever with Mr. Mulgrew himself. Bouyed by the free yogurt parfait I found in the refrigerator at lunch I IM-ed him, and we had a short, albeit powerful and intensely awkward conversation. Mostly about "The Jersey Stranger" and something called "The Tony Danza." Evidently he is trying to get the word out there about the Jersey Stranger. After that conversation I was sitting at my desk IMing with a friend telling her I wished I had more people in my life that told me about things like that. She thought that was incredibly sad.
Ok, I have realized that I am kinda cockblocking myself on this here blog. I will think of a post, and then edit myself. But no more! See, this is why Posterous is brilliant. You can just submit things as you think of it, anywhere, and it can be as freeflowing as you want. So here goes!
Thanks to all suggestions for Boner Jams '08. I believe my favorite would have to be reader Garry's, which were: "Pony" by Ginuwine or anything by R. Kelley. I am just going to go out on a limb and say that 1999 was probably a very good year for Garry, and he is sticking with what works!
Also, I feel bad that I laughed as hard as I did when I saw this sign. Damn it Chris Rock, and his Tossing Salad Prison Guy. I can never go back to such innocence.
This weekend I worked on a comedy short that shall soon be posted! I am trying to pick the music for this one short that has, a umm, sex scene. Sorry, but thats how I roll. I know we are just getting to know one another on this thing. But yah. I like to direct sex scenes for comedy shorts on my weekends. It's just what I do. Where are you going? Do I judge when you blog about the best Cambodian food you had at the little out of the way place off the Q train? No. So now you now. This is what I'm into. Whew. It feels so good just to be open with all of you. Maybe we can talk about this face to face sometime? I feel like you're not getting my tone on this thing. Should we just brunch it out and talk about it?
Anywho, I am looking for some music to go with it, and thats where you come in! Put in the comments some of your favorite sexy songs! It can be any genre, just whatever you find sexy - me, I'm into the Andrews sisters, so there's no judgment here. We can even make a Banal Fixation Boner Jam '08 compilation!
To listen on your ipod when you are walking around the city alone.
So I am at work right now trying to be stealth, putting my itunes on this radio podcast that is all jams from the 90s, and that Savage Garden song Truly Madly Deeply just came on. I hate that I am loving it, and using the powers of The Secret and metaphysics trying to telepathically make sure no one changes the station.
I want to stand with you on a mountain, I want to bathe with you in the sea.
How does one even think to bathe with one's love in the sea? I do not know or understand. Obviously that is some higher experience of love than I have been subjected to. I've never been bathed out of doors by a loved one. Though my ex-bf once used a napkin to wipe my face after it was all busted following a hearty helping of BBQ turkey legs at the LA Fair. Umm, moving on...Ok, this is not working great for my plan of people not knowing of my secret love for this song, as someone just walked by when I had the lyrics page up. Why do they always make websites with lyrics, neon green with blinking ad for ringtones? Foiled again.
In other news that has nothing to do with sex baths, this morning on the way to work I passed my a fireman standing outside his station reading. Firemen are by far the best looking group of co-workers ever. Seriously, even the older not-cute ones are still cute! And he was reading! A book! It could have been called "How to Fight Fires: The Book," thats fine. Also, can I just say that they are the only group of men that looks just excellent in shorts. Uch, I just tried to Google Image FDNY (This is for you, not me) and the results were all super cut calendar type shots. No. Where are the pictures of all the cute, bookish, Italian-y, Irish-y firefighters that are just doing it to put themselves through grad school? Whew. Ok, back to TPS reports.
Well, hi there. I'm Michelle Markowitz, live in New York, and am into: Comedy, Storytelling, Performing, Writing & Chipotle. I co-host the comedic storytelling show, "Failing Our Twenties" at the People's Improv Theatre. Would love to hear from you! Email: michellemarkowitz [at] gmail.com Twitter: @michmarkowitz