to the oft-received inquiry, "What do you do at your job?", in the form of an EPIC video.
Behold, the life of a "Hollywood ASST" (Please excuse some language):
Legendary lyrics here by Back of the Class. This has gone viral all o'er Tinseltown last week...and it definitely made our weeks at the nine-to-six then. SO HILARIOUS and it's all SO TRUE...the Variety speak is classic!!! I praise God my coffee-grabbing days (a la prior internship horrors) are now shudder-inducing memories.
I'm off to order a new battery for my P-touch now.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
81-year-old Oscar is globe-trotting
I’ve abstained from jabbering about the entertainment industry as of late because such chitter-chattering dominates the nine-to-six whirlwind, which consequently evaporates any intrigue to scribe media-centric blogs, but I cannot resist after the industry’s most glamorous rewardsfest of the year. Not only are the Academy Awards an opp to swoon at the A-listers’ red carpet garb, but ‘tis prime time to huzzah the feature biz’s annual cream of the crop, which we did at la casa de Alex this Sunday past.
2008 hailed as Oscar’s most globalized year, with British-produced Indian rag-to-riches foreign flick Slumdog Millionaire sweeping across a record 8 categories (and to think it nearly shuttled straight to DVD!) – not at all shocking since it snagged all industry and guild titles up till the big night. Kudos to Fox Searchlight, one triumphant distributor that now has grander schemes to milk the film’s influence post-conquest. Australia-hailed Hugh Jackman was, in my opinion, a superb host – who would’ve bet on Wolverine belting show tunes? While I loved his opening sketch-comedyesque recession and best pic nominees-themed Broadway routine that featured Anne Hathaway, I was miffed by the tawdry number he paraded via movie musical song snippets with the omnipresent Beyonce and the overrated Zanessa that proclaimed that “the musical is back.” Uhm, I beg to differ, particularly if the revived movie musical is to epitomize Broadway’s finest. Another score that rang horrifyingly shrill in mine ears: Tinseltown’s (expectedly) liberal worldview that permeated the acceptance speeches and overall feel of the evening. But I digress. Other internationally savvy influences, amid others: epic wins presented to British-born Kate Winslet (finally!) for Best Actress, the late Australian-bred Heath Ledger for Best Supporting Actor, and Spanish-thespian Penelope Cruz for Best Supporting Actress.
Perhaps it’s due to the star-studded evening’s globalized nature that a bigger audience tuned into the telecast than last year’s record low though most of the impending wins this year were sorely obvious. Or maybe it’s ‘cause TV viewership is scaling north despite DVR’ing and new media opps to consume entertainment. Not to mention that the box office is faring rather spectacularly and Broadway is grossing higher than before. All in all, it goes to show that despite recession-producing industryite belt-tightening, show biz across all mediums, from TV, to features, to new media, to theatre, is here to stay. Cheers to the societal antidepressant that is entertainment!
Sources: Variety, LA Times
2008 hailed as Oscar’s most globalized year, with British-produced Indian rag-to-riches foreign flick Slumdog Millionaire sweeping across a record 8 categories (and to think it nearly shuttled straight to DVD!) – not at all shocking since it snagged all industry and guild titles up till the big night. Kudos to Fox Searchlight, one triumphant distributor that now has grander schemes to milk the film’s influence post-conquest. Australia-hailed Hugh Jackman was, in my opinion, a superb host – who would’ve bet on Wolverine belting show tunes? While I loved his opening sketch-comedyesque recession and best pic nominees-themed Broadway routine that featured Anne Hathaway, I was miffed by the tawdry number he paraded via movie musical song snippets with the omnipresent Beyonce and the overrated Zanessa that proclaimed that “the musical is back.” Uhm, I beg to differ, particularly if the revived movie musical is to epitomize Broadway’s finest. Another score that rang horrifyingly shrill in mine ears: Tinseltown’s (expectedly) liberal worldview that permeated the acceptance speeches and overall feel of the evening. But I digress. Other internationally savvy influences, amid others: epic wins presented to British-born Kate Winslet (finally!) for Best Actress, the late Australian-bred Heath Ledger for Best Supporting Actor, and Spanish-thespian Penelope Cruz for Best Supporting Actress.
Perhaps it’s due to the star-studded evening’s globalized nature that a bigger audience tuned into the telecast than last year’s record low though most of the impending wins this year were sorely obvious. Or maybe it’s ‘cause TV viewership is scaling north despite DVR’ing and new media opps to consume entertainment. Not to mention that the box office is faring rather spectacularly and Broadway is grossing higher than before. All in all, it goes to show that despite recession-producing industryite belt-tightening, show biz across all mediums, from TV, to features, to new media, to theatre, is here to stay. Cheers to the societal antidepressant that is entertainment!
Sources: Variety, LA Times
Monday, February 23, 2009
Famaree revelry
amongst the sister-aunts and their nieces this weekend past
at the most favored Chinese chowhouse
before slinking to the ice rink to glide hither and thither in honor of Miriam's Californian interlude before shuttling back to Panamanian soil. I hadn't ice-skated for a near decade...SUCH TREMENDOUS FUN!!!
I love them with a passion.
Thence church famaree conviviality on Lord's Day Sunday per usual...such a tremendous blessing that we are able to be accustomed to hearing the Word and fellowshipping with one another every single week, no? Thank you, Lord! God bestows so much grace in the toddlers' class. God ne'er failes to astonish me with the breadth and depth of their understanding of Christ, though 'tis tempting to correlate age with comprehension...but 'tis truly grace alone that anybody, no matter the age or circumstance or experience, fathoms the Lord's ways. Oh, and I'm rather fond of playing with 'em too, especially with this little one!
at the most favored Chinese chowhouse
before slinking to the ice rink to glide hither and thither in honor of Miriam's Californian interlude before shuttling back to Panamanian soil. I hadn't ice-skated for a near decade...SUCH TREMENDOUS FUN!!!
I love them with a passion.Thence church famaree conviviality on Lord's Day Sunday per usual...such a tremendous blessing that we are able to be accustomed to hearing the Word and fellowshipping with one another every single week, no? Thank you, Lord! God bestows so much grace in the toddlers' class. God ne'er failes to astonish me with the breadth and depth of their understanding of Christ, though 'tis tempting to correlate age with comprehension...but 'tis truly grace alone that anybody, no matter the age or circumstance or experience, fathoms the Lord's ways. Oh, and I'm rather fond of playing with 'em too, especially with this little one!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Love affair with the (NY)City: Day 4
Day 4 was our last day to take a bite out of the Big Apple, so we inaugurated the morningtide finale by making a beeline to beat the perpetual crowds at the dainty Upper West Side wonderland of Manhattan's most heralded tearoom, Alice's Tea Cup 
for a veritable tea party (I think I shall ne'er tire of such a pastime)!
We were entirely engrossed in the well-executed Alice in Wonderland motif of the cheeriest and wonkiest sorts
whence we were presented with a most pleasant caller, JeeBee, who'd tumbled down the rabbit hole and landed right into our teatime revelry.
Quirky mismatched teacups and saucers complemented our haphazard tower of
tasty tea egg salad and hummus teawiches, a parade of soft and chewy cookie and mocha chip cake decadence, and the savory that nabs the taste bud prize: grandiose, exceedingly moist scones (ham & cheese, pumpkin, and buttermilk - my flavor fav)...the best scones I've had since the much-missed Londontown jaunt.
Such partying was our cup of tea
before going our merry way to the Upper East Side to relish the remaining remnants of the city!
More city-rollicking Day 4 snapshots here! God is sooo good. I didn't deserve this blessed trip...thank you Lord for such a luxury!
for a veritable tea party (I think I shall ne'er tire of such a pastime)!We were entirely engrossed in the well-executed Alice in Wonderland motif of the cheeriest and wonkiest sortswhence we were presented with a most pleasant caller, JeeBee, who'd tumbled down the rabbit hole and landed right into our teatime revelry.Quirky mismatched teacups and saucers complemented our haphazard tower of
tasty tea egg salad and hummus teawiches, a parade of soft and chewy cookie and mocha chip cake decadence, and the savory that nabs the taste bud prize: grandiose, exceedingly moist scones (ham & cheese, pumpkin, and buttermilk - my flavor fav)...the best scones I've had since the much-missed Londontown jaunt.
Such partying was our cup of tea
before going our merry way to the Upper East Side to relish the remaining remnants of the city!
More city-rollicking Day 4 snapshots here! God is sooo good. I didn't deserve this blessed trip...thank you Lord for such a luxury!
Friday, February 20, 2009
Love affair with the (NY)City: Day 3
Day 3 was reserved for "puttin' on the Ritz" a la Irving Berlin to gallivant Manhattan West, Midtown East, and the Upper East Side by way of nimble subterranean trains, of course,
first to the artsy territorial grounds of Chelsea,
where an absolute bevy o' vintage shoppes and
antique-overflowing factories
served as timely locales for engaging time-honored treasure-acquiring.
Dandy dealios for vintage lovelies make me a happy thrifter.
We then partook of Central Park's splendor from the East side
before giddily calling upon
the ravishing pomp and glitz of NYC's most prestigous hotel, The Plaza,
temporary sojourns for over a century's worth of the well-to-do and, particularly, one of my childhood favs: rambunctious but irresistibly darling Eloise (Kay Thompson's fictional 1950s character who resided in the Plaza and wreaked havoc amongst all the refined "precocious grown-ups")!!!
We then scoured the Upper East Side for a bona fide local deli
to appease their hankering for trademark New York pizza
whilst I (in my aversion to the foodie) had a hefty slice of DELIcious spinach quiche.
We were ready to hit the posh shops
along the Upper East Side's most sumptuous thoroughfares: Park Avenue, Madison Avenue, and Fifth Avenue.
Breaktime = sweetstime at the unbelievably bougie Lady M Cake Boutique, also deemed the "Tiffany's of Cake",
a wholly French-inspired gem of an establishment that oozed the pretentiousness of the Upper East Side, where pompous guidelines and sharp snootiness permeated the spick-and-span atmosphere and left a rather odious taste in my mouth, 
but their resplendently chic and sleek display ($75+ buckaroos for an entire cake masterpiece!)
and their signature mille crêpe (20 whopping layers of exquisite lace-thin crêpes strategically slathered with addictingly fresh creamy custard)
and strawberry fueille mille were absolutely heavenly - ethereally light, finely crafted, and a thoroughly divine experience in itself.
After more browsing,
we crossed the threshold into Dylan's Candy Bar, a colossal sanctuary for sweets connoisseurs like Dorothea 
before traipsing the horrendously congested Midtown West
to catch the awe-inspiring, one-of-a-kind, theatrical sensation that is The Lion King. 'Tis a spectacle unlike any other Broadway has ever hosted - seamless technical transitions, brilliant stage effects, gasp-inducing choreography, clever symbolism, spectacular musical numbers, and top-notch acting - precisely an experience not to be missed. I LOVED it immensely!!!
We witnessed post-theatre sweet solace at the ridiculously famed Serendipity (for we put our name down at 4pm and got seated in the velvety darkness that is 10pm) for the elite's oft presence,
a rickety brownstone on 60th Street that houses a delightful Tiffany chandaliered sweet shoppe that emanates all things whimsical, nostalgic, and lovely - exactly what we fancy.
Whilst dinner was tasty, the towering desserts were even more dazzling: Cheers to a rich Forbidden Broadway Sundae (chocolate Blackout cake, ice cream, hot fudge topped with whipped cream) and their widely extolled Frozen Hot Chocolate (tantalizingly mint-infused for me!)......wow, YUM! 
And thus ended our day the third....more white spats and arrow collared photos here. Next act: Day 4!
first to the artsy territorial grounds of Chelsea,
where an absolute bevy o' vintage shoppes and
antique-overflowing factories
served as timely locales for engaging time-honored treasure-acquiring.
Dandy dealios for vintage lovelies make me a happy thrifter.
We then partook of Central Park's splendor from the East side
before giddily calling upon
the ravishing pomp and glitz of NYC's most prestigous hotel, The Plaza,temporary sojourns for over a century's worth of the well-to-do and, particularly, one of my childhood favs: rambunctious but irresistibly darling Eloise (Kay Thompson's fictional 1950s character who resided in the Plaza and wreaked havoc amongst all the refined "precocious grown-ups")!!!
We then scoured the Upper East Side for a bona fide local deli to appease their hankering for trademark New York pizza
whilst I (in my aversion to the foodie) had a hefty slice of DELIcious spinach quiche.
We were ready to hit the posh shopsalong the Upper East Side's most sumptuous thoroughfares: Park Avenue, Madison Avenue, and Fifth Avenue.
Breaktime = sweetstime at the unbelievably bougie Lady M Cake Boutique, also deemed the "Tiffany's of Cake",
a wholly French-inspired gem of an establishment that oozed the pretentiousness of the Upper East Side, where pompous guidelines and sharp snootiness permeated the spick-and-span atmosphere and left a rather odious taste in my mouth, but their resplendently chic and sleek display ($75+ buckaroos for an entire cake masterpiece!)and their signature mille crêpe (20 whopping layers of exquisite lace-thin crêpes strategically slathered with addictingly fresh creamy custard)and strawberry fueille mille were absolutely heavenly - ethereally light, finely crafted, and a thoroughly divine experience in itself.After more browsing,
we crossed the threshold into Dylan's Candy Bar, a colossal sanctuary for sweets connoisseurs like Dorothea 
before traipsing the horrendously congested Midtown West
to catch the awe-inspiring, one-of-a-kind, theatrical sensation that is The Lion King. 'Tis a spectacle unlike any other Broadway has ever hosted - seamless technical transitions, brilliant stage effects, gasp-inducing choreography, clever symbolism, spectacular musical numbers, and top-notch acting - precisely an experience not to be missed. I LOVED it immensely!!!
We witnessed post-theatre sweet solace at the ridiculously famed Serendipity (for we put our name down at 4pm and got seated in the velvety darkness that is 10pm) for the elite's oft presence,
a rickety brownstone on 60th Street that houses a delightful Tiffany chandaliered sweet shoppe that emanates all things whimsical, nostalgic, and lovely - exactly what we fancy.
Whilst dinner was tasty, the towering desserts were even more dazzling: Cheers to a rich Forbidden Broadway Sundae (chocolate Blackout cake, ice cream, hot fudge topped with whipped cream) and their widely extolled Frozen Hot Chocolate (tantalizingly mint-infused for me!)......wow, YUM! 
And thus ended our day the third....more white spats and arrow collared photos here. Next act: Day 4!
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