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this is just sad. I have a table read and lose my notes. What’s up with that? But no matter. It’s all right here…in my hollow, notebook losing head. Aside from gaining weight from the snacks I bought and ate, and losing the notebook, the table read went great and I have already changed the protagonist’s career, the relationship between the heroine and the catalyst, and i cleaned up two scenes. Something about table reads: It’s never as bad as you fear, never as perfect as you hoped.
Okay, let’s try this again. Starting tomorrow morning, I will do the 8 minute ab work out. I swear.
Here’s a horrible truth I have learned over the years. Some very good ideas work only in theory. When I turned 18, I registered as a Social Democrat. I believed in Socialism with freedom. Here’s a funny thing. The candidate I voted for didn’t win. So I dropped the “social” and started seeing the person I vote for actually have a chance (well, there was that one time I voted for Nader. Don’t hate me, I’m Californian). I don’t think I was right or wrong to vote Social Democrat. But I do know I was naive. And in later years, I’ve learned that Socialism of any kind is a great idea that has many problems when put into reality (yes, even Canada. Ever wonder why Michael Moore never moved to Canada? NY health care is just plain better when you have his income).
So today, I was reminded again why good ideas sometimes just don’t work. I’m a grateful employee of a company who provides health care. I like it. It’s cost effective for me. It’s all good. I don’t want it to change. Really, just want more of the same here.
So with that said, you think I’m voting for McCain? Hell no. Because he wants to really reform health care. While Obama is working on a plan to help those who do not have an employer who provides, McCain wants to erase the board and start all over. He wants to trust capitalism and competition.
Okay, in theory, that sounds great. Healthy competitive pricing makes my car affordable. Makes my computer affordable, my clothes, my entertainment. Etc. Etc. But it’s made my hair fall out in what loan I can get. In fact, banking in general has been a pretty bumpy ride.
So really, McCain wants to de-regulate health care. Imagine the last week on Wall Street (and in all of our 401k’s and mortgages) happening to your HMO. I trust capitalism with luxury goods. I don’t trust capitalism with my needs. It’s a great idea that just doesn’t work in reality.
So on this issue. More of the same with a twist for children and low income…vote Obama. Want a maverick fucking with your health? vote for the old man and his pitbull.
Evolution of Sunday’s adaptation to film is getting a little impromptu reading on Saturday. I’m nervous. It either needs a ton of work or no work at all. Well, that’s what I believe. But every table read I’ve ever done assures me it doesn’t need as much work as I thought and it’s not as genius as I thought either.
Writers are weird.
I can’t seem to do a crunch to save my life. How do I fix this? By starting a novel. As if I didn’t have enough projects to procrastinate! I’m going to be a fat old, woman, staring at a blank screen. Who knows how long in the future…fifty years from now? twenty? ten? next week?
Abs = puffy muffin top
I just had to do it…don’t tell John…
My 8 minute ab workout was neglected yesterday. I’m getting dressed now for a hike…and then I’ll do it…I swear.
Wow. Two days. My discipline level is shocking.
My top searches on my blog are “ass torture” and “split ass porn”.
I’m really scared that I’m disappointing someone.
Okay. I did it twice. I’m still muffin-topped. My instant gratification is achieved in an 8 minute work out…but results? Not by sight…admittedly. BUT let me tell you, my stomach hurts! I’m sore! It must be doing something, right?
Anywho, I’m really cursing at that guy by minute four. “I don’t have it!” “I am jerking my neck, what are you going to do about it???” That kind of stuff. He annoys me.
But I’m sore. My abs are changing. I’m so hot in two weeks.
