My life as an extra continues ... as I spent a day last Fall on the set of House of Cards -- season 4.
And speaking of HOC, you can see me quite clearly at the end of episode 5 (season 3). It's the 4th of July on the Mall scene, with a soccer field outside of Baltimore standing in for the Mall ...
Gentlemen, I am begging you: PROOFREAD WHAT YOU WRITE. I just saw someone looking for a "secial" woman. And someone else looking for that "one special LADT."
New species, perhaps?
Also, I keep seeing men request that women be able to participate in a conversation. And I ask myself: Is that request really necessary? Are men hearing from women so lacking in brain capability that the men now have to specify the ability to communicate?
Last, a reiteration of my old plea. Men, if I write to you and you have zero interest in me or anything I've written about, please be courteous enough to write back saying "no thanks." And if you're not going to do that, I suggest you delete from your profile the part where you say "I will absolutely answer every e-mail I receive."
And we now return you to our regularly scheduled, um, text.
Triathlete. Yes indeedy. The 2016 season is over -- last tri was the Nation's Tri in DC. And so, that's it -- until next year.
Once -- and future -- criminologist.
Actress. Well, "actor." We're all apparently politically correct now. Only comedy, though. Prefer the stage. Of late, an extra on House of Cards (as mentioned above) and VEEP. And here's a sigh -- for VEEP having moved to California .... but yaay -- it came back for a month last December and I got to freeze outside in the snow (as an extra).
Sister, daughter, friend, and one of the world's best aunts.
Lover. Um, I'm thinking this requires no explanation.
Book reader. Mysteries, spy stuff. Adding non-fiction.
Nearly non-TV watcher. Exceptions are the Olympics (done) and various aspects of Campaign 2016 (nearly done in from all this).
Cannot abide dull and boring. Those qualities -- and I use the word very lightly -- rank right up there as things I abhor -- but still fall underneath -- bullies.
So now, I am trying to wrest from life all that's available to me, and, oh, while I'm at it, some of what's available to others who aren't bothering to avail themselves of it. Seeing as it's basically left over ... Waste not, want not, right?
Updating this profile so it gets excerpted. See: above.
Making people laugh. Hmmm, would that I have done that already?
Acting. As in performing on a stage vs. pretending to be something or someone I'm not in real life. That I don't do.
Being a friend.
Not cleaning my house. I am really soooo good at this, it's nearly embarrassing. Ah well, work to one's strengths, I always say ...
When I was a young girl it was Gone With the Wind. Almost doesn't bear mentioning, except it was really long and I read it four times in a row. Never could understand why Scarlett wasted a second on wimpy Ashley Wilkes, but that's just me.
And do consider reading Sex At Dawn. It's not porn (!) -- it's an incredibly, comprehensively, and nearly unbelievably well researched book on why monogamy is not what humans are wired for -- and how it (monogamy) is an externally applied construct based on a series of invalid premises. It began, I've been told by someone who knows the author, as his Ph.D dissertation. Then he "translated" it into human speak (which, interestingly and wonderfully, is frequently very funny) and it became this book.
Movies. Casablanca. Children of Paradise. Hmmm. Ought I move ahead a few decades? Ok then. Sherlock Holmes. Robert Downey is an astonishing actor. And if you haven't already seen it (yes, I'm years behind on this one), Bad Santa. Oh, watch it twice.
Music. Classic rock -- and Broadway musicals. I know, I know, it's one irresistible combination.
Sundaes. Chocolate chip ice cream and hot fudge sauce. That's it. No whipped cream, no anything else. And more sauce on the side. I then expanded my horizons, choosing any make (nearly) of coffee ice cream with chips.
Exercise/training/working out. To be a little more specific, swimming, biking, running -- and now weight training. Do note how conveniently the first three fit into the exact events in a triathlon. What a lucky break ......
My family, which includes my cat. If you're allergic or just can't abide the concept of someone loving pets, then this [for me] would come under the category of what therapists call "good information." This [for you] would have you pass me by. So, good all round on that one.
Salty/crunchy food. Mmmm ... buttered popcorn. And bacon. And did I mention bacon?
The very close interaction of men and women.
Yes, yes, these collective responses add up to more than six. Yeah, I'm cheating. Or I don't like rules. Well, both.
... the incredible amount of ugliness and vulgarity coming from the "presumptive" GOP presidential candidate. I just cannot believe this ego-laden narcissist (but I do repeat myself) could possibly become the most powerful individual on earth.
... if anyone who writes about politics for a living doesn't feel some level of "has the world gone mad" in covering the minutiae of who tweeted what when. At times, through their own tweets. And the music goes round and round ......
... if 60 really IS the new 40, and, somewhat related, whether cougar will once again become just the name of a large cat.
*** Um, this is a joke. Thought I'd forestall any comments along the lines of -- she has a screener??!!?
You think I don't need to qualify this? Well, all I can say is -- think again.
But do let me add ... I am not on this site looking for a penpal. I have limited free time, and I don't enjoy chatting online solely to chat. It's that whole means/ends thing, and for me, communicating online is just the means to meeting -- which, if you're still paying attention, is the aforementioned "ends."