Felicia Day

So, the other day I though that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to add a simple sidebar ad to the Blog. I figured it wouldn’t hurt, right? And I wanted to learn how to do it for when I have my short’s website up. So, I used Google Adsense and I put in a text advertisement on the left, which looks kinda crappy, but I actually forgot I put it in since I have a Firefox plug-in to block all ads, because otherwise I would never ever open my Myspace page. That’s right, ads are good for you, but not for me

Anyway, since the plain text looks sparse (even though I customized the colors), I though, “Hey, I’ll use an image one on the right side instead! They say they target my content, that might look good too!” So I plug it in and….

A total skeevy chick in a bikini popped up. TARGETED?!? Where did they get THAT from my entries?! I mean, I have no problem with advertisements. In fact, if I could put links to stuff I love, like threadless.com, or etsy.com or things like that, I would totally do it. But having random crap come up does not appeal to me. Especially if the girl that pops up is hotter than me, let’s be honest. Needless to say, I deleted it immediately.

So, if anyone knows a place where I could pick and choose the ads, please post me a link. Otherwise, I’ll just leave that lame Google text one on to the left because I forgot where I put the code. I’ll get around to removing it soon enough.

Ok, so today I have two things to talk about: deep politics, and celebrity stalking. First, I went to this new theater in LA call the Landmark today. It’s 11 bucks a ticket, poop my pants expensive, but it’s designed to be a “gourmet” experience. Arty art house. They sell 4 dollar fizzy water that’s kumquat or lavender flavored, and packs of New Zealand chocolate wafers for 6 or 7 bucks. It made me embarrassed to be a semi-affluent white person. I mean, I appreciate the broadening of the concessions mindset, the Peet’s coffee lattes were a nice option, but their popcorn was pretty crappy, very styrofoamish, stuck to my teeth. My opinion, you gotta get the basics down before you fly away with the special effects, my friend. I went back to the dude and told him in my frank, but ever charming manner, that his popcorn tasted like crap. He just started at me, ’cause I think he was stoned, then said “Cool T-shirt.” I agree, it was this one, but that’s beside the point. Annoying. I insisted on a new bag, and he refilled it with a slightly LESS chewy refill. I should have used my usual line “Oh, I’m diabetic and I have salt sensitivity, can you make me a new batch?” Works most the time, but I didn’t have time. The movie was starting.

Anyway, I saw Sicko. Now, Michael Moore is a great filmmaker in that, he makes quasi-documentary movies that make you think about an issue exactly the way he wants you to. Of course it can’t be classified as a documentary, it has no illusion of objectivity, but as a man with a point of view, he certainly gets what he wants across. And boy, does he. I don’t want to preach about politics, but I really do urge people to see this film, because it will at least make you consider the issue of healthcare and make you think about how you personally feel about how a society should treat it. Bottom line, it does not work the way it is now. I grew up in the military, and there was never any hesitation about going in to the doctor about anything, because there, it’s all taken care of for service members and their families. The fact that people die in this country because HMO’s deny people operations to save money is heinous. There are some things that government should be there to take care of, and health is one of them. They might as well privatize the police force or the fire fighters. Anyway, see the movie and think about it yourselves. At least it could start a national dialogue.

Next, celebrity stalking. I’m not much of a fan person, I never had a picture of N Synch or Justin Timberlake on my wall, but I had the weirdest, most vivid dream last night. I was in a hot tub with Reese Witherspoon and…ok, don’t go there, we were at a SPA and we were in bathing suits, jeez. But in my dream, we were total best friends, going to the spa together. BFF’s. Then we went to high tea afterwards and ate egg salad sandwiches. No joke. It was absolutely crazy. It was so vivid and real, like, our girlfriend relationship, if I ever see her in person I swear I might go ask her to have coffee. She’ll probably have a bodyguard attack me, but if I was on the A list, we’d be totally buds. I think. It must be weird being that famous, you never really meet anyone who’s not famous to be genuine friends with. Well, if you’re reading, I’m here for you Reese. I love making crafts and hate Hollywood parties. Call me.

My Mom is one of the more paranoid people you’ll meet, examples of which are more numerous than I can count.  For instance, she would never let my brother and me ride in the car together apart from her “in case you crash, I still have one of you left.”  Nice to hear when you’re seven.

Anyway, I started feeling under the weather a few days ago, and my neck was a little achy.  Just a cold right?  Well, not in my mind.  As a kid, my hyper-medically educated mother implanted the idea that those symptoms certainly meant that I irrefutably had deadly meningitis.   Improbable, yes, but the circumstantial and freak diagnosis of 5 college kids when I was at school at UT Austin with it added just enough proof for me to be paranoid.  For the rest of my life.

Nothing medical is innocuous to my mother; it’s always the worst possible scenario.  It was never a sinus problem, it was a brain tumor.  It couldn’t be a sore, it was flesh eating bacteria.  Or Hunta virus, or Lupus. Or anything in Latin or “So and So’s” disease that she wasn’t specific about but it sounded dangerous and horrible and incurable.

As you can understand I start to get really neurotic at the minutest neck twinges.  It never turns out to be deadly meningitis because, of course, I’d be dead or hospitalized, but no matter logic, I immediately jump to that.  It’s amazing how mindsets like that from your childhood linger no matter if you want them to or not.  I had a swollen lymph node a few years ago on the Buffy set, from a spider bite probably, and I SWEAR TO GOD I immediately thought: Bubonic Plague.  It wasn’t, BTW.
The cold has traveled to my chest today, and I have a grody cough.  Guess what I thought immediately this morning?  That’s right, Tuberculosis, baby.  Which is actually the one disease I wanted as a child.  I know that’s weird, but I used to read all those turn of the century books like, Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, Little Women and  Anne of Green Gables.   Invariably there was some beautiful, helpless, but innately GOOD girl who fell victim to “consumption” in those books, and man, did I want to be that girl.   They always had rosy cheeks and coughed blood into little hankies and all the cute men were in love with those doomed ladies.

I don’t want it anymore. (Cross fingers I didn’t tempt fate.)

The last few days I’ve been working madly to come up with a logo for my short film. Like everything entailed in this project, it’s much easier said than done. It’s amazing how much we take for granted in this world, how much work it takes to make all the things that adorn our lives that goes unappreciated. Well, master logo makers of the Universe, I salute you.

I thought that using a free font found on the web would be a simple starting point for me. Little did I realize that an abyss of deadly web surfing was in store for me. Google “Free Font” and see what I mean. For a design junkie like me, every single font I stumble on is a new revelation. “Wow, I never thought to make a (insert letter) like that, I should definitely download this.” I think I inflated my font count by at least 500. Each individually downloaded. No joke. The breadth of choice is staggering, as you can see from the above images, catering to every whim you never knew you had (or want). It got to the point where I was like, “Wow! I will totally need that rope font if I have to make a Western-style theme web page for a small unknown boy’s birthday!” and “I don’t make my friends enough Hanukkah cards, I NEED THAT DREIDEL FONT!” It was a frenzy.

And what was I left with at the end? A dizzying array of choice that has left me paralyzed, unable to make a decision. Add the color choice and filters to the logo mix, and we…might never have a logo. Comic Sans anyone? And if anyone can think of a use for that flasher font, please offer it up. Sometime during the last few days I thought it was downloadable. Ugh.

I think I’ll include links to the best sites I found because…I want to ruin someone else’s life.

Dafont.com

1001fonts.com

www.fonts500.com

http://www.abcwebworx.com/fonts/