Felicia Day

You guys,I posted the WRONG DATE for this, it’s actually TONIGHT at 10:30, so if you planned to come tomorrow, I’m sorry, it’s actually tonight And admission is $10.00 FYI. SIGH.

If you’re in LA, this weekend you can come see some of The Guild (me and Zaboo and Jeff Lewis) doing improv, 10:30PM on FRIDAY Night!

The McCadden Place Theatre

1157 N. McCadden Place, Hollywood, CA 90038

Reservations:323-463-2942

ALSO my sketch show is at 8pm Friday and Sat night at the same place.

www.myspace.com/ladysketchshow

Still making my way back from the whirl-windiest trip I’ve ever had! Took a 2 hour flight from NYC to North Carolina for some reason. You’d think for that much time I’d be out of this time zone already, but no, haha. I had a lot of fun, but I would definitely think twice next time I volunteer for a red-eye flight and come back 24 hours later. Living dead can’t really describe how my brain is working right now.

Why was I in New York for 1 day, you ask? Well, YouTube wanted me to fly out to New York hush-hush Thursday morning for Friday press stuff because we won the Series award. Did I post about that?! If I didn’t…we won! Yahoo Series too! We swept the online voting awards! Thank you every person who voted, we were one of the overall TOP VOTE-GETTERS in the competition! I can’t wait to show you a picture of the trophy once I get it, it’s amazing!)

Anyway, because of the Dr. Horrible shoot (which wrapped on Thursday, late) I couldn’t fly out during the day Thursday, and the only option I had to make it out was to take the red-eye at 9:55 pm. So, I did. And realized that a human neck is not meant to bend at the angles needed for in-flight sleep.

I had brought a big full-sized pillow with me on the theory that sleep would come easily after a 13 hour work day, so it was practically the only thing in my carry on, but I foolishly didn’t factor in the crushing narrowness of the seats. Upshot, the pillow CROWDED me the whole time and marshmallowed me against the plane wall, squeezing me against the window like I was cocooned into a strait jacket. Dumb move. Frustratingly, I couldn’t stick the pillow back up in the bin, because my bag was in a whole different section of the plane, all the way in the back. The Chapparelle Middle School Orchestra, all 75 or so of them, were on board with their musical instruments shoved in the bins to go play at Carnegie Hall (Good luck little dudes!) Option I ended up with-sleeping on my tray table. I still can’t move my right shoulder.

I got to New Jersey alright, and then the fun, however foggy with sleep, began. My fellow winners and I (Tay Zonday, Potter Puppet Pals, and several others) basically hung out at Google HQ NYC all day in between on-camera and print interviews. Life could definitely be worse!

So….my next job will be at Google. I don’t think there’s a cooler place to work, serious! Despite the ban on visitors riding scooters, in the wee morning hours we definitely zipped around the HUGE FRIKKING office complex a la Razer. This place went on FOREVER, in the middle of New York City, floors and floors worth! There are little buffet/snack stations between offices to get lattes and cereal and other snacky items, there’s Rock Band setup and a game room with ping pong and pool for leisure time, then there’s a commissary with free food, like a sushi bar and a raw “Spa Food” bar, all free to the employees! I could give birth to a Google food baby, based on all the crap ate in 12 hours. Took me back to dorm days! How is everyone who works there not obese!??!

To pass the time I slept on Google’s floor, rocked out on Guitar Hero (First time I ever played, pretty much kicked ass. 20 years of violin training totally set me up to own people’s faces on “What a Feeling”), and sat in a Japanese massage chair that literally got me through the day with strangely human-like kneading of my neck muscles.

And oh, yeah, the press stuff. It was great! A few interviews should be posted soon and I’ll link to them. We were all interviewed as a group mostly, and, despite the fact that Good Morning America wanted to talk to the pogo-stick riding rubix-cube solving guy instead of me(He is hella impressive, I’l admit it, and cool), I would say that going to NYC and hanging out with the YouTube folks and my fellow winners was a great, once-in-a-lifetime thing!
There’s a picture of me and Tay Zonday I’m waiting for someone to email so I can post. Back on planes now, trying to make it home. Thank god for my DS with Zelda. Can someone say totally addicted!?? Good thing I had it with me. A total lack of frontal cortex ability for doing “important” stuff was a great excuse to delve in. Yum.

I have 238 emails in my inbox, and it’s making me shudder, but things must be done! Oh ya, and that DDR video! First…must..connect…flight…

Wowooo.  Note to self:  Self-induced tonsillitis is a side effect of extreme stress.  If I was a little grosser, I’d post a picture of my tonsil for you all to enjoy.  I want to, deep down inside, but I won’t.

I had so many things due these past few weeks: Acted in 2 shorts, music rehearsals, interviews, auditions, callbacks, social obligations, not to mention a sketch show thrown together at the last minute (went fabulously, thank you for asking), a Guild shoot, some stressful inter-personal confrontations (of which I am horribly phobic), my improv theatre closing down and then my grandfather’s health taking a brief turn for the worse.  Combine all these items and that equals insomnia, chest pains, constipation and a tonsil that’s so big it could crawl out of my mouth and take down a small village.  Made me wish for the lazy days of the strike again, except I really need to get working and getting paid for it too, haha.

Yesterday, I was able to breathe a sigh of relief and answer 82 emails from my inbox.  That took a load off my chest, because there’s nothing more groanworthy than a Gmail inbox that you have to actually flip through the pages of.  Then I spent 3 hours browsing WordPress skins, and got stressed again when I was making a to-do list, realizing that…I had wasted 3 hours browsing WordPress skins.  I rationalized it away as “me” time. 

Anyway, the shoot for The Guild: Episode #9 went great!  We had a great time and were helped, yet again, by Flog Reader Dustin and his friend Jermaine.  I went out of my way to get Dustin’s face showing in a few shots, but if it ends up on the cutting room floor, I don’t want to get a Union notice in the mail, hear me DUSTIN!?!   Here’s a pic from the set I took on my crappy camera.  You’ll notice Zaboo sneaking into the background in this picture  That’s pretty much fair game for every picture on set.   Thank you Dustin for coming down again!

We have one more episode to shoot in the current storyline and then it’s back to the drawing board for me as a writer.  I’m not going to start writing until we film the next episode, in 2 weeks, because I want to have a fresh start.  I am excited however, because we’ve been on one constant track, and now I can focus on different characters, different storylines, I just have to…come up with them.  Yipes.  Of course I have anxiety that I can’t come up with something great, that it was a one-time thing, I’ve heard that writers feel that a lot, but as a non-professional writer I feel it quite acutely.  And I’m neurotic.  But part of me is excited to start fresh with these characters, who are my friends

Strange thing, I complain when I’m busy and I complain when I’m not busy.   I think I’ll pop in the meditation tapes again.

Yesterday I had 3 lattes and a stress problem, and I almost had a nervous breakdown.  On top of that, I was sitting in my car at 10 ’til 7pm in a “no parking from 4-7″zone, NOT BLOCKING TRAFFIC, and, while I was on the phone, a parking guy drove up behind me and gave me a $70.00 ticket.  I’m serious.  There were 8 cars parked on the block behind me in the same “no 4-7pm” parking zone, and those cars didn’t get any tickets.  THE INJUSTICE OF IT!   I admit it.  I started crying like a total woos.  I thought if you were sitting in your car, they couldn’t technically give you a ticket!  Where I got that theory, I have no idea, but it sounds just to me.  Whatever.  That was the most expensive parking place I’ve ever had.

This cartoon actually made me day and stopped my tears.  I don’t normally chuckle at the New Yorker, but it’s funny.  Funnier than a parking ticket at least.