Dakota

I'm really happy with the reaction that the Oscar Night video preshow got. Everyone was really cool about it, and had nice words to say about it.

It almost didn't happen; it wouldn't play on Larry's player. Matt had to get his Playstation. Worked there. But no sound. Luckily, Ralph had an amp. Worked there.

And it's done and yay all.

Also, I won in the category of Sexiest Male Castmember. I got a chocolate bunny. It was nice, though. I still wrinkle my nose at those that say it was a given. Bah, that doesn't make me feel better, for some reason, so let me just be glad that people voted.

Who knows who actually did; I don't know how many votes were calculated as I only recall castmembers saying they'd voted and the ability to vote was only for a week. In any case.

Janice won Sexiest Female. She and I presented Sexiest Audience Member to some random guy I didn't know, Andreas. The Kid That Everyone Hates (Frank) won Most Annoying. I don't remember what the others were, but they were taped so, I'll seem them eventually.

I was at a loss about the written preshow; I didn't like the material I had to work with. I don't know any who were. None of us talk the way our scripts were written. 'Cept for Liz. She says "bizotch" all the time. But for different reasons.

I wore my Jessica Stein dress, so I was very, very, very happy.

I already have two pre-orders for copies of the Oscar Night video DVD, which is cool. That's my project for this week.

At the moment, I'm sleepy. And contemplative. But mostly sleepy. Genevieve, Michael, and Danielle are coming over for the Oscar's tomorrow, so I am pleased and excited about this. Indeed. And now is the part where I go to bed.

From George's Life Soundtrack --

- "Don't Talk, Just Kiss" by Right Said Fred [1992]
When I got my first radio/tape player, I would make mix tapes of songs off the radio. And I would tape my friends, and family members. My sister Amy did not appreciate my preserving for the ages. Just holding the record button could leave the door open for 45 minutes of static silence, but when I pressed it during an argument that Amy was having with our sister Sharon, and I [foolishly] piped in that I was recording it, Amy got so mad at me.
Years before Linda Tripp, I'd violated audio privacy. Amy took the tape, went to her room, and maybe fifteen minutes later returned. She commented on my musical tastes ("Don't Talk, Just Kiss" was this really catchy disco-y song) as being crap, and said she recorded over only the part that she was on. She replaced the dialogue (and, really, half "Don't Talk") with the Doors' "Break On Through to the Other Side."
Damn. Years later, I found out the name of the band (the same people who did "I'm Too Sexy"?!), downloaded it, and realized that some things are better left in 1992.

- "La Vie Boheme" from Rent [2002]
This song is the ultimate in youthful rebellion, and refusal to conform. And when you're in high school, that's really a message to latch on to. Although, some others didn't appreciate our message. Fuck them.
Danielle, Linz, Kristen, and I sang this semi-loudly on the bus on the way from the Six Flags trip we took as seniors, days before graduation. I remember Valentina in particular asking us to shut up.
We didn't.

- "Why Can't I?" by Liz Phair [2003]
The entire Liz Phair album holds a great deal of importance to me. When I first heard "Extraordinary" (through months-early download), I fell in love. I downloaded other tracks (and really, when I have the cash - I will buy this amazing album), and latched onto them like personal saviours. I am aware at how pretentious and daunting that statement is.
Still, I was in a really transitional time. I was breaking up with Jay, I was pining over Matt, I was swearing over JD, and I was finally speaking again with Jake. All my boys at one time!
"Why Can't I?" states it as plainly as any other, and it likes to follow Matt's and mine's relationship as a friendly reminded of our beginnings:
what it is, is just the beginning; we're already wet, and we're gonna go swimming. why can't I breathe whenever I think about you? why can't I speak whenever I talk about you? it's inevitable; it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it, so tell me, why can't I breathe whenever I think about you? isn't this the best part of breaking up: finding someone else you can't get enough of? someone who wants to be with you, too? it's an itch we know we are gonna scratch, gonna take a while for this egg to hatch, but wouldn't it be beautiful? here we are, we're at the beginning; we haven't fucked yet, but my head's spinning.</b>
I was faithful, mentally and physically to Jay, no matter what Matt would like to believe about my mental process. And yet, we broke up, and Matt immediately came into my life.
And to think about it like this really makes me in awe that he and I are together. Not the most conventional love song, but a song about love all the same.