Felicia Day

No, I will not post a profound eulogy for Anna Nicole Smith. For, while a tragic life, I don’t think it deserves 90% of the news coverage for 2/8/7. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure Gerald Ford’s death didn’t get anywhere near the coverage of this. And comparing her to Marilyn Monroe…that’s like comparing a cherry Twizzler to an actual cherry. Or something like that.

No, instead, I will post a guilty pleasure….

Cats In Sinks
Cats. And Kittens. In Sinks. And Basins. Why can’t I think of something this clever? I tried to shove one of my cats in the sink for a photo op and give her some internet immortality, but I’m pretty sure she thought I was trying to drown her. No, the sink wasn’t full.

I guess I shouldn’t be too demanding of her, I already put her through the wringer for her Petster page. And the effort worked, for a while she had more friends on there than I did on MySpace. :O But so did my cat who passed away. Actually, that is really sad.

This last week has gone by crazy fast! I remember long weeks of nothing in the fall, and now I can’t schedule a coffee with people *gasp*!

From now until April it will be like this, it’s Pilot Season. Pilot season in Hollywood is like Piranhas swarming over a Tuna Steak, it’s utter madness. Everyone is desperate to get an appointment, get cast, get picked up, and then summer hits with a dull thud. Well, I’m making the most of it!

I also start on an independent movie tomorrow, yay! I’m very excited about it, and the people are super nice! I’m playing a character that’s very different from what I usually do, sassy, sexy and droll, so I’m looking forward to the challenge.

Speaking of which, I have to go learn my lines