Murphy's Law......

The past twenty-four hours have been a very bizarre confluence of uncanny events, and I am beginning to wonder if 'Murphy's Law' was named after me. Not only was I born during one of the worst blizzards to ever hit Springfield, Massachusetts....I have been 'blessed' or (cursed) with crazy curly red-hair (othwerwise known as an afro, and when it is straightened I resemble a pine-apple or a palm tree), my parents named me 'Kateri' which sounds more like a food service than an actual name......I am a lefty and a ridiculous klutz, I have survived two frightening near-death experiences.....and when I say near-death, I mean getting impaled with an 8 inch piece of glass through my stomach as a kid, and then a few years back, getting run over on rollerblades by a Lincoln town car in New York City, which was speeding at upwards of 50 mph....not to mention the time when I was 8, whilst attempting to get milk and eggs for my mom at the local convenience store, an oblivious lady squished me between her car and my mom's car in the parking lot....,,yet I still had to perform my ballet recital with a ridiculously-looking leg brace the following week.....anyways, I am currently wicked busy finishing my second year of law school in Los Angeles, as well as pursuing my acting career. On Friday I was in court fighting a traffic ticket, and the judge asked me if my name was a typo......I usually get asked if I made up my name.....hmmmmm.....if I was going to get creative and make-up a name, it would be something more like 'Hollaindaise sauce' or 'yo mama.' Anyways, fast forward to today, where I have been preparing to film a hilarious pilot tomorrow called Venice Beach Sushi, where I play a transsexual named Jamie.....yes, that's right....I have an odd talent of being able to talk like a gay male.....and no, I am not secretly a hermaphrodite.....so, since I was attempting to be a dedicated, diligent actress, I went to the beach to cure myself of my transparent skin tone.....well, due to my harrowing week of studying for law school finals, I haphazardly fell sound asleep......I was under the erroneous impression that I was a Day Walker who could withstand the brutal, penetrating solar rays......however, I was literally, very sorely mistaken.....a lobster is pale in comparison to my uncomfortably burning crimson skin color.......as I awoke from my tranquil nap, I tried to shake the dirty sand that was stuck to my lime green bikini, and head over to West Hollywood to see my hair stylist for tomorrow's film shoot.......as I am contently listening to classical music on the way over, the red light in my car goes off, my car starts sputtering freaky sounds, and then it dies in the middle of an extremely busy intersection.....that was a nt so fun experience to say the least....so I feebly attempted to re-start Old Nelly, and the brakes go out and I almost crash into a Mercedes, but luckily, I was able to maneuver my PMS'ing car into a meter......then I had to walk over a mile in the scorching, sweltering heat, to the hair salon......after getting my 'hair did,' AAA came to tow my car.......as we're driving to take my over-heated car to the mechanic, the tow truck breaks down........at this point, I thought this was 'Candid Camera,'......oops, I am dating myself (literally), I mean "Punk'd"........so the poor tow-truck driver felt really bad, but I was at least able to drop off my car......however, I then had to walk another mile home with a very heavy backpack on my sun-burned skin.....and let's just say, not even a whole tube of aloe can assuage the agony right now.....well, that has been my last 24 hours, and I must retire to the bed-chambers with hopes of a somnolent slumber, since my call time is the crack of dawn......hopefully, tomorrow will be more fruitful....after-all. I am the carrot top playing a 'fruit' so to speak :) The Mistaken Day-Walker

Support Our Troops

As I was driving home on this beautiful Sunday afternoon in sunny California, my attentions were instantly diverted to a boisterous rally occurring in my neighborhood. A frenzy of irate Veterans were picketing in front of the Veterans' hospital to stop "the land grabbing of the Veterans hallowed land and to fully implement the Veterans' 'Declaration of Enforcement' that Protects, Preserves and Defends the Land Grant Deed of 1888." This land was specifically Deeded 120 years ago to be permanently maintained as a National Home for America's Military Veterans. This precious land was given to the soldiers as a form of compensation for their blood, sweat, and tears. Currently, this land is being traitorously taken away from the Veterans in order to build a hotel and a public park. I was aghast at this story.....so I decided to join in on the event. The stories these brave men recounted of what they endured both in Vietnam and subsequent wars, and the hell the experienced by their lack of adequate health care in the U.S., brought me to tears. It is simply disgraceful that our soldiers' needs are not being properly treated, and the one local safe-haven these courageous Veterans have enjoyed, is currently being demolished for corporate purposes. We are privileged to be able to enjoy all of the luxuries of being an American because of the people who have served this amazing country. I ardently support all of my friends and strangers who are currently fighting in Iraq, and those who have already served. Thank you for your courage in World War II grandpa. Thank you Uncle Rich for being a great navy pilot, dad for being a doctor in the navy, Jason for your work in Iraq, Joseph Sronce for your work in Somalia and Iraq. Thank you Justin Pabis for your bravery and courage on your second tour of Iraq. I honor and love you all!

neil diamond and water

i went out to sing karaoke last night with friends at the holiday inn in burbank.....good times had by all......a girl was there dancing and i thought jane fonda was there to teach us the aerobics electric slide on the dance floor....i was dancing with a guy from kansas who said he had a contusion on his foot which is why he was wearing some form of a bizarre cast on his leg....he introduced hismelf as 'los' although his real name was andrew....that seems to be the trend out here....everyone makes up some bizarre pet-name and introduces themselves as such to stand-out....so when i use my real name, Kateri, people think that i am being trendy about some food business i used to own....i don't even know how to cook...anyways, back to 'los'....well, he then went on to tell me that he knew what the word 'contusion' meant when he went to the doctor because he studied pre-med in college.....for a week......who says that????.....so we exchanged numbers, and danced the night away while neil diamond was being sung by my effervescent inebriated comrades

i adore repetition, so i am blaring neil diamond and imbibing evian water on this sunday morning....cracklin' rose get on-board