"You and I, we’re the same/Live and die, we’re the same" @theavettbros (at Barclays Center)
IM F**KING DYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A+ work here, everyone.
Social media can be used for good you guys.
Lately, I’ve been waking up at 4/5am totally and completely convinced that OMG THERE’S A BIG DEADLINE TODAY AND I FORGOT IT AND I NEED TO GET UP RIGHT NOW AND MAKE TEA BECAUSE I HAVE TO GET TRANSCRIBING OR SOMETHING and then I do silly things like convince myself that I’m working on a feature on Disney (Disney?) aaaand then I check my email for the fourth time and realize that, no, my deadlines are totally managed, everything that needs to be transcribed for today has been and I have no assignment whatsoever that involves talking to the people who made Frozen happen. Then I will sigh, and grumble, and crawl back into bed and wake up five hours later realizing I slept through an alarm that I actually needed to wake up to, because these weeks pre-SX are nuts.
It’s a vicious cycle.
I spend a lot of time here bouncing back and forth between “I AM SO LUCKY” and “I AM SO STRESSED” and that’s a pretty accurate description of my daily routine. This is a great time of year for me: it’s when festival assignments start getting confirmed, plane tickets get booked to places I get to visit and work in, far-flung friends from across the country get convened in the same places and spring tours start revving up. It’s also lots of late nights, shifting schedules, hours of computer/phone dependency when you just want to shut off for a minute and precarious situations for someone who’s trying to avoid partying in any way at the moment. I’m not my best when I’m hungover—no one is—and few things are more brutal than rolling over at 7am to shut off a screaming iPhone when you stumbled in just before the sun came up and really didn’t need that last shot of Jame-o somebody insisted on buying you at the Mercury Lounge. So, even though SX is next week, the booze is gone for now.
There are worse things than anxiety over a potentially un-checked to-do list, and being busy is a good problem to have in my particular field. But I want a stretch of a dark night to pass without fumbling for my iPhone in a panic to make sure I didn’t get a panicked email from the West Coast or a confusing one from the UK because I didn’t follow through on something, especially when the concern’s a totlaly fictional one that isn’t even happening. I want to sleep, damn it. Those hours are precious.
— Esquire's oral history of Ghostbusters is so heartachingly good I can’t stand it.
Surprise! It’s Jesus!
I understand why people are so bitter and vitriolic over a bunch of hyper rich people who get to make movies for a living getting all dressed up and celebrating the accolades of their industry last night (sort of) but everyone looked like they had a goddamn blast and if that isn’t worth celebrating, I don’t know what is.
Also, Jared Leto deserved that Oscar. Whatever. And that selfie bit was adorable.