08.07.10 – RECAP TIME: one man’s journey to stop working long enough to blog the fuck out of his life
so this is my phone! SERIOUSLY. i'm not cheap, i'm just eccentric.
Confession time! I still have one of those cell phones where you have to push buttons like three times while the letter’s still highlighted in the little Black Box of Doom or the word won’t get spelled basically at all, and I don’t know how to use T9 because it just baffles me, honestly, SO. Yes, that’s the phone I’m working with right now, even though various Very Important and Trustworthy sources tried really hard to use the recent rash of random-ass phonecalls I got recenty as an excuse to replace my phone. Which I bought in 2005. ANYWAY, the important part of this is that right now, I’m typing this blog on that phone, so everything above and below and including this has been typed with me sitting here poking the crap out of the little buttons with my big meaty paws in three seconds or less.
Why am I doing this? I’m INSANE, for one, and also apparently really into torture because I have to delete every second word completely because I’m just too anal and manic and now super into posting things with typos ever. But mostly, it’s because I just realized I haven’t even touched my precious, precious, anti-Tumblr blog in about two months and this needs to end! Why? Because my blog is my baby and you are all, as readers, the momentary caregivers of that baby, like I’m a super neglient parent who just heaves the kid off on the steps of a Blockbuster and hauls ass out of the parking lot in time to get to the 7-Eleven before they stop selling lotto tickets.
SO given that I love my blog, it’s aready weird enough that I fell off the face of the earth, but it’s also pretty weird since the last two months have had a lot of Big Life Events for me. LOGICALLY, you’d think that I would be sitting in the corner at some fancy industry parties furiously scrawling down notes about my evening~ so that I could write some awesome true-to-life prose about the little details of my Fancy Industry Life. But instead, I woke up this morning at a not-insane hour and looked around and was like what.
What.
It’s August? How is that even possible, what happened to July? It actually scares me a little how much of a non-exaggeration this is, because I have a Secret Paranoia About Growing Old, like one day I’ll wake up in the twilight of my life and realize that I missed everything because I was working too hard. SO. Let’s have awesome, postivity-riddled time for reflection, where I forget about working for maybe ten minutes (while on the way to work) and update the world on what I do when I’m not busting my ass for no reason.
Wedding! It’s Bliss! – so on July 12, I was lucky enough to recruit a ton of ~celebrities and boringmundanefolk who birthed me and stuff to come out to Vermont just long enough to watch me join in the legalest possible union with young Tobias Fox. Which, in turn! Has damned me to a life of people mistakenly thinking that I’m an actualfacts Fox at this point! But I’m not! Stop sending me credit card applications with the wrong surname because I think that means I can’t legally apply!
So What Did We Learn From This? – what I learned is that it’s actually possible to get people to come chill in a field if you’re inviting them to celebrate your love, because everyone wants to celebrate other people’s love – I love celebrating love – AND that I’m now in a position in my life where I can sit down and muse about things philosphically. Being married is like being in a big field, tripping balls and hoping it doesn’t rain, but with one person and forever, in as much as if you think about being in a field with one person for hours upon hours and it doesn’t scare the crap out of you, you’re probably in it for the longest possible haul. So when I go home to sleep for two hours in Toby Fox’s palatial mansion before going back to work, and I’m not thinking things like ‘ohmygodhowamigoingtostayinthisfielditcouldRAINpossibly’, it just reinforces that marriage is probably the best life choice I’ve ever made for myself and I will never actually stop being so deliriously happy that we opted for it, ASAP, so as to maximize our time~ together.
And What Else? MARGINAL NEGATIVITY TIME – SO I am beyond stoked that Prop 8 has finally freaking been opposed hard enough to make the people who have control over that kind of thing re-evaluate the feasibility of continuing to oppress that silly equal rights thing into the future. I am so stoked. There were victory laps and a Red Bull toast and lots of clapping, so yay, Death of Prop 8 Celebrations! But. But. This is my only issue, literally a month after I moved my ass over to Vermont, and flew a bunch of people who live in California to Vermont, because that’s the only place I could find that would let me get married outside of freaking Canada …it becomes legal. In California. Where I’ve lived for about half my life. And this is totally just an Alanis Morrissette kind of Ironic thing, where it’s not actually ironic and just inconvieniences me slightly, so in summary, YES for equal rights! DAMN for the timing!
My Working Situation in 100 Words or Less to Round This Bitch Out -
1. Yes, I’m Peter Parker! YES. Once again, the Gods of Timing have decided to confer with the Gods of Awkward Press Releases to make sure that this comes out right at the beginnings of the really, really irritating but not unexpected cries of OH MY GOD NEPOTISM that follow the whole legal binding~ to a big-time Hollywood director/actor/screenwriter/etc, to which I say wtf he didn’t write Spider-Man, get out.
2. Burlesque wraps on August 15 and then I never have to wear nail polish again, except when I really want to for a fancy evening or a cocktail party or whatever, and I am more pumped to watch the finished product than anything else, so coming this fall~ you and me and everyone around us can go and enjoy taking in my first sort of indie-ish film (in awhile) together.
3. Criminal Minds resumes filming for the sixth season in maybe two weeks, so I’ll go from busyish to BUSY OH MY GOD and thrive on it because I’m insane, like I said, so! You can help to enable my workaholic disease by prepping yourself for the season premiere on September 23.
Peace out~
jbellamy
