So, ok... it's been a week since I wrote this... but I felt I was too tired to properly proofread when my shift ended and I forgot to post it after. But better late than never!
9/1/08- 12:00AM
The overnight shift!!! It’s the best ever! Some people think I’m crazy, but I fight for this shift! I pulled seniority this year and told someone else they were not allowed to have the overnight. There are a lot of reasons why… some of them have to do with personnel… some of them have to do with me not liking to wake up in the morning and being a night-person. But some of them have to do with the following fantastic performances… welcome to my Overnight on the Telethon blog
1:48A- The Balloon Animal Maker climbs inside a giant balloon and then gets shot in the butt with a lawn dart.
2:30A - Place your bets. Skip Martin, formerly of the Dazz Band is performing his one hit, “Let it Whip.” The live version he currently does is approximately 15 min. We are assured that it will be a mere five minutes on our show. Who wants odds?
2:33A- Skip is now asking just the sexy people if they will shout out a “hooooooooo”. Yes, we are asking a 2:33AM audience to sing and shout “Hoooooooo” “Ya’ll gonna make me lose my mind.”
2:40A: Tom Bergon is hysterical and does not get to showcase his inherent sarcasm on Dancing.
2:45A: Menopause, The Musical. Need I say more?
2:54A: It’s the juggler! He juggles little balls and bounces some blue rubber balls on a small piano on the ground and plays Fur Elise. If that's not talent, nothing is...
3:15 AM: In a local break, I see that breakfast is up in catering. And since I feel that Vegas has not completely leached all the water from my body, I grab a plate full of salty bacon and ham so that finally I can get rid of every pesky ounce of moisture my body currently possesses.
3:20 AM: The Assistant Director is counting the Director through a song where the singer is celebrating bald men and lamenting men who use rogaine. TRUE STORY! "She's said it before... she'll say it again... I like Bald Headed Men."
3:30A: The “comedy imaginator” draws a turkey on a big pad and then pops an actual full size frozen butterball out of the bottom of the paper pad. Then he pops snakes out of peanut cans to the rhythm of Blue Danube. Honestly, I’m not making this up! I LOVE THE OVERNIGHT!
4:10A- In the middle of the local break, one of the staff members says he thinks it will be a good idea to streak the show somewhere in Hour 20. We discuss for a few minutes and someone suggests that because of camera placement we will only be taking away an image of the back of his head. He responds suggestively “Oh, I think you would definitely be taking away something else…” and another staff member inquires “Will it be syphilis? Because, you know, not EVERYTHING that happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”
4:15- One performance into Hour 11. I’m beginning to tire. Which is making everything a lot funnier. Which is good news for some of these acts and we can only hope the audience is EXHAUSTED!
4:30- Time for the foot jugglers. I’ll let your imagination run wild.
7:20AM- You may have noticed that quite a bit of time has passed since the last entry on my overnight timeline. The reason for that is two-fold. One… I got bored. And two… I got tired. And twoA (revision!)- I stopped having funny things to say. But I have now made a decision that is very important and personal, so naturally, I will share it with you. We have an act performing in the next hour that I am quite fond of. Turns out, this act makes shadow puppets which are the coolest hand puppets you’ve ever seen. These aren’t stupid bunnies hopping through the forest scoopin up the field mice and boppin ‘em on the head. This guy makes Ray Charles and Elvis and Dolly Parton complete with boobs. And although my shift ended at 7, I was going to stay to watch the shadow puppet man (who may have usurped the horn honker man as my favorite telethon act) in the next hour. Alas, I realized the song my bed is singing to me, the come hither lullabye, is too sweet to be ignored. I will have to let me memory of the shadow puppet man's rehearsal be enough to sustain me until next year.
And thus... with a balloon animal... I sleep.*
(*Some time, I may give you the Shakespearean version of Telethon which Allison and I wrote one day. If you're lucky and ask real real nice!)
Happy Labor Day!
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Amen Sister!
I found this posting at outtamilk.blogspot.com. And I couldn't have said it better myself... so I won't bother to try.
Please Forgive Me
Dear Hillary,
I know I haven't treated you like I should have. And through the years, I admit we've had a love-hate, on-and-off relationship.
I fell in love with you when you were hanging out with oh-so-cute Bill in the White House - and I admired your spunk and ability to throw when you learned about a Certain Intern.
But then, I had to screw things up by questioning your desire to become a New York senator (Okay, I said I was sorry for mocking your 2-minute residency in the state before taking political office) But gee, Hil, "the suit fit" and you did a great job.
Meanwhile, as a mom, I was also impressed with how Chelsea turned out. And during the long bleak Bush years, so many of us have been poor and jobless and without health insurance, but it was you and me, together in the trenches.
But then, you had to go get all power hungry. Admit it, you did. And friend, you were a little too strident for my tastes - and you made Republicans waaaay too happy every time you talked about being President.
The poll numbers looked iffy. You felt divisive. And ultimately, you reminded me of an uptight, angry, first-wave feminist whose determination just came across as bitchy.
And I left you.
But Hil, I see the error of my ways and I want you back. Um, still not as president, but to rip to shreds that Alaskan Creationist Anti-Community-Organizer No-Sperm-Shall-Be-Wasted Republican poser.
Please. If you ever loved any of us Democrats, you'll do this for me.
Please, please tell me that you're not going to give this scripted sharp-tongued loser a pass...Please, please don't tell me that you won't be an attack dog against Sarah Palin, according to the Huffington Post.
C'mon, she's using your hard earned accomplishments to push her horrid agenda. It's your glass ceiling to break.
She revels in being called a "barracuda" (thank you Heart for demanding the Republicans cease and desist using your song.)
And you know, I've got no doubt that she can be nasty - but girl, and I say this with love - you could be much nastier, and with more intellectual finesse.
The Dem boys can't do it. The laughable outrage of the GOP calling out "sexism" has scared them. And with good cause. History has shown that too often, political girls can outmaneuver boys by insinuating they're bullies -- hell, you've done it.
And this requires a bitch slap.
A good hard one.
So, Hillary, for all the good times we've shared, please, please do this for me. And can we still be friends?
Love, Digital Gal
Please Forgive Me
Dear Hillary,
I know I haven't treated you like I should have. And through the years, I admit we've had a love-hate, on-and-off relationship.
I fell in love with you when you were hanging out with oh-so-cute Bill in the White House - and I admired your spunk and ability to throw when you learned about a Certain Intern.
But then, I had to screw things up by questioning your desire to become a New York senator (Okay, I said I was sorry for mocking your 2-minute residency in the state before taking political office) But gee, Hil, "the suit fit" and you did a great job.
Meanwhile, as a mom, I was also impressed with how Chelsea turned out. And during the long bleak Bush years, so many of us have been poor and jobless and without health insurance, but it was you and me, together in the trenches.
But then, you had to go get all power hungry. Admit it, you did. And friend, you were a little too strident for my tastes - and you made Republicans waaaay too happy every time you talked about being President.
The poll numbers looked iffy. You felt divisive. And ultimately, you reminded me of an uptight, angry, first-wave feminist whose determination just came across as bitchy.
And I left you.
But Hil, I see the error of my ways and I want you back. Um, still not as president, but to rip to shreds that Alaskan Creationist Anti-Community-Organizer No-Sperm-Shall-Be-Wasted Republican poser.
Please. If you ever loved any of us Democrats, you'll do this for me.
Please, please tell me that you're not going to give this scripted sharp-tongued loser a pass...Please, please don't tell me that you won't be an attack dog against Sarah Palin, according to the Huffington Post.
C'mon, she's using your hard earned accomplishments to push her horrid agenda. It's your glass ceiling to break.
She revels in being called a "barracuda" (thank you Heart for demanding the Republicans cease and desist using your song.)
And you know, I've got no doubt that she can be nasty - but girl, and I say this with love - you could be much nastier, and with more intellectual finesse.
The Dem boys can't do it. The laughable outrage of the GOP calling out "sexism" has scared them. And with good cause. History has shown that too often, political girls can outmaneuver boys by insinuating they're bullies -- hell, you've done it.
And this requires a bitch slap.
A good hard one.
So, Hillary, for all the good times we've shared, please, please do this for me. And can we still be friends?
Love, Digital Gal
Monday, September 1, 2008
Prepare Yourself... It's a Sappy One
So… it’s 10:30PM PST and the Telethon has been on the air for 5 hours. I will be on the overnight shift, my favorite shift, tonight. The best shift! All the best, craziest performers come on during the overnight. Plus everyone is really tired and start getting really wacky. (Tune in to the blog a bit later to read the details.) So I will go down to sit in the production truck from 1P to 9AM for my shift. So I have some time to kill until my shift starts.
One of the reasons I love working on Telethon so much is because I get the chance to see so many people I love who used to be a part of my day to day life in Los Angeles. There are so many people on this show who are important to me, who I’ve known for years, who are family and I only see them for these two weeks. Then there are other people who, although I used to only see them on a few shows a year, I have missed and I love catching up.
But I think the best part of the show for me is when, on the last day, my closest friend from LA comes to town. Alli comes to Vegas on show day just to work a few hours, usually the overnight. The telethon is a family business in her family and she’s worked on this show for years. Since her shift starts tonight at 2AM and I’m not on until 1AM, we got a rare chance to do what we always did best… go out to dinner and gab.
Back in my LA days, it was a rare week where Al and I didn’t see each other at least once a week for dinner (when we weren’t on some horrible show.) We certainly talked many times a week and complained about work and the people we worked with and for. But since I left, we haven’t been able to stay in touch as much as I’m sure either of us would like. She got married and had a little girl and like a million animals living in her home. I, as you know, have been jumping from job to job and making a life for myself in NC. Between our crazy schedules and the time change, it’s hard to find the time to catch up. I would say we really only get the chance to sit down on the phone and really talk about three times a year.
Despite that, every year when I see her at Telethon, even though we usually only have a few hours to spend together at most, and there is a live 20 hour show going on at the same time, for me, it’s as though I just saw her yesterday. We sat at dinner tonight for a few hours and got really annoyed that the waitress kept showing up and interrupting our conversation. And there were no lulls. And there was no awkwardness. And no sense of having less in common now since we don’t have the work people to bitch about any more. I filled her in on my life, she filled me in on hers. We gossiped, we reminisced… and the time flew.
So it made me think about how incredible and rare friendships like this one are. Between Alli and I, as is the case with my girls in Charlotte, there is no sense of competition. There’s no snarkiness (well at least-- not directed at each other… everyone else is fair game.) There’s no need to prove how happy or successful we are. Or to lie to save face. There is support. There is genuine affection. And there is the sense that we are really rooting for one another, really wanting the other to find what they are looking for, regardless of the state of our own lives.
I wish I could say that all my friendships were like this one. I certainly have girl friends whom, I admit, I want to get what they want… as long as I either don’t want or already have it. They are the ones I don’t necessarily tell if I am worried about my future and wondering if I will make it in this life I’m living. When I talk to those friends, everything is AWESOME! Couldn’t be AWESOMER! Rah rah and GO TEAM! When I talk to Al, things are good. But some things aren’t. And I’m happy. But not all the time. And what I get back from her in those moments of vulnerability, which I don’t allow many people to see (except, of course, when I publish it in my blog) is not a feeling of pity or even sympathy. Not a sense of, ‘Thank god that’s not me…’ What I get is a sense of empathy. A feeling that, for the moment, she’s going through the bad stuff with me. And on the flip side, celebrating the good stuff with me.
When you have this kind of friendship, and I am lucky enough to have a few of these, it seems not quite worthwhile to go through the motions with anything less. Last year, when I got home from seeing all these people I love so much, I reevaluated some friendships and decided to let one go. Because as much as I wanted to have someone to go to the movies with and go out to dinner with when I’m bored… when compared to a real friendship like this one, it seemed so empty. And not really worthwhile for either of us.
As a single woman in her 30’s, family, friends and dog (yay Richie) are everything. I know there are few people out there with families they actually enjoy like I do who support them the way mine does. And few who have real, honest-to-God friendships like this one. And even fewer who have both (and also a very cute dog who follows them everywhere.)
I get all three. On both coasts. It’s good to be me…
One of the reasons I love working on Telethon so much is because I get the chance to see so many people I love who used to be a part of my day to day life in Los Angeles. There are so many people on this show who are important to me, who I’ve known for years, who are family and I only see them for these two weeks. Then there are other people who, although I used to only see them on a few shows a year, I have missed and I love catching up.
But I think the best part of the show for me is when, on the last day, my closest friend from LA comes to town. Alli comes to Vegas on show day just to work a few hours, usually the overnight. The telethon is a family business in her family and she’s worked on this show for years. Since her shift starts tonight at 2AM and I’m not on until 1AM, we got a rare chance to do what we always did best… go out to dinner and gab.
Back in my LA days, it was a rare week where Al and I didn’t see each other at least once a week for dinner (when we weren’t on some horrible show.) We certainly talked many times a week and complained about work and the people we worked with and for. But since I left, we haven’t been able to stay in touch as much as I’m sure either of us would like. She got married and had a little girl and like a million animals living in her home. I, as you know, have been jumping from job to job and making a life for myself in NC. Between our crazy schedules and the time change, it’s hard to find the time to catch up. I would say we really only get the chance to sit down on the phone and really talk about three times a year.
Despite that, every year when I see her at Telethon, even though we usually only have a few hours to spend together at most, and there is a live 20 hour show going on at the same time, for me, it’s as though I just saw her yesterday. We sat at dinner tonight for a few hours and got really annoyed that the waitress kept showing up and interrupting our conversation. And there were no lulls. And there was no awkwardness. And no sense of having less in common now since we don’t have the work people to bitch about any more. I filled her in on my life, she filled me in on hers. We gossiped, we reminisced… and the time flew.
So it made me think about how incredible and rare friendships like this one are. Between Alli and I, as is the case with my girls in Charlotte, there is no sense of competition. There’s no snarkiness (well at least-- not directed at each other… everyone else is fair game.) There’s no need to prove how happy or successful we are. Or to lie to save face. There is support. There is genuine affection. And there is the sense that we are really rooting for one another, really wanting the other to find what they are looking for, regardless of the state of our own lives.
I wish I could say that all my friendships were like this one. I certainly have girl friends whom, I admit, I want to get what they want… as long as I either don’t want or already have it. They are the ones I don’t necessarily tell if I am worried about my future and wondering if I will make it in this life I’m living. When I talk to those friends, everything is AWESOME! Couldn’t be AWESOMER! Rah rah and GO TEAM! When I talk to Al, things are good. But some things aren’t. And I’m happy. But not all the time. And what I get back from her in those moments of vulnerability, which I don’t allow many people to see (except, of course, when I publish it in my blog) is not a feeling of pity or even sympathy. Not a sense of, ‘Thank god that’s not me…’ What I get is a sense of empathy. A feeling that, for the moment, she’s going through the bad stuff with me. And on the flip side, celebrating the good stuff with me.
When you have this kind of friendship, and I am lucky enough to have a few of these, it seems not quite worthwhile to go through the motions with anything less. Last year, when I got home from seeing all these people I love so much, I reevaluated some friendships and decided to let one go. Because as much as I wanted to have someone to go to the movies with and go out to dinner with when I’m bored… when compared to a real friendship like this one, it seemed so empty. And not really worthwhile for either of us.
As a single woman in her 30’s, family, friends and dog (yay Richie) are everything. I know there are few people out there with families they actually enjoy like I do who support them the way mine does. And few who have real, honest-to-God friendships like this one. And even fewer who have both (and also a very cute dog who follows them everywhere.)
I get all three. On both coasts. It’s good to be me…
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