Don't roll your eyes at me, missy!

I'm still being a Daria-worthy sass today.  I'm working on an Excel spreadsheet for the weekly payroll and it is the most mind-numbing, anger-inducing part of my job.  I spend half the day color coding and copying and pasting formulas from worksheet to worksheet and then double checking it all.  As Drea would say, I went to COLLEGE, people!  And guess what?  My degree was not a major in Excel Coding with a concentration in Paper Shuffling!  Lame.  I'm even listening to Smashing Pumpkins right now, folks - that's how junior high my mood has become.

Let's take a step back.  Today is my third "I'm Alive Day" - meaning it's been three years since my near-death-by-moving-vehicles - and here I am complaining about the fact that I have to work a job to make money.  And sure, this isn't what I pictured I'd be doing after re-embracing life... but still.  At least these fingers can type again.  At least I sit upright in this plush swivel chair.  And at least I'm here.

I don't want to get into details again, but for serious - I am thankful today.  All of my limbs are working and I'm not living in a hospital bed and hey - I don't even have braces anymore!

I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss the codeine and "That 70's Show " marathons, but it's worth the trade off to be able to run the crap out of a treadmill after a day like this.

Everyone: go be alive.

The Weekly Widget and Sassoon: bein' a sassbasket

• 3/10/09 - 1:42pm

molly: i am in such a bad mood today and i have no idea why

  i'm being such a kick-a-locker crankypants to everyone

 andrea: you need a big chocolate coffee and a big gin and tonic

 molly: so true

 and a "sick day"

 andrea: hells yes 

Fast forward roughly seven months later.  Same deal.  Grarrarrrrrrrr.

Blogworthy

I knew the Drea of all Dreas could solve my problems.  Behold, fresh off the needle:

Now just imagine it on both feet.  Then imagine me flying.  Because I CAN NOW!!

Kidding.  It's all for show.

Also: best snarky comment so far:  "Did you drink some Redbull or something? I hear it gives you wings."  Way to go, Fudge.

The Weekly Widget and Sassoon: Adventures in Pisspot

Round 2 of Widget and Sassoon month wrapped up yesterday and is definitely in the running to be the most memorable. There was less shopping and more bad luck and pouting this time around, but still some web-video-watching and buffet-eating. Sort of a good balance.

The weird part: Andrea got random stomach flu/food poisoning, also late Saturday night, which happened to me last week! Are we germing each other up? I swear I didn't even lick her pillowcase. Luckily I started taking liquid echinacea this weekend and I'm convinced it's saving my immune system (it also makes me feel a little stoned - bonus?).

The sucky part: I lost my phone when we went to Andrea's grandmother's retirement party in Long Island. For real. And I wasn't even drunk! Damn it all. I think it was a sign though as my phone was a piece of crap and now Andrea is sending me her old-but-fancy phone. Yay!
So I've been without a phone for two and a half days now, which is mostly an inconvenience, but also a bit freeing. Want to text me about how annoying the post office is? GOOD LUCK, SUCKERS!

The awesome part: I finally got tattoos! Talk about FANCY. I've been pondering over the idea of getting wings off my ankles for a good two years now and I finally did it. They were perfectly inked by Bryan at New York Adorned and I couldn't be happier with the design. He was a bit of a sass, but in a classic East-Village-tattoo artist way. And yes, it hurt like hell, but I think the total inking process couldn't have been more than 15 minutes. I'd love to post photos, but as I don't own a digital camera, I don't want to post the lame MacBook-Photo Booth version. Photo shoot, anyone?
Oh, and FUN FACT: Not only did Bryan's three-year-old son run around the shop and give us fake flowers while we were waiting, but we were told that Hilary Duff had stopped in right before I arrived to get a small anchor tattooed on her ankle. I suggested that it's so she can sink to the bottom (zing!). Bryan said he wished she got a Duff beer can (HA!).

ANYWAY. Dreaface and I didn't get to spend as much time together as before, but I'm glad she broke her promise about coming to New York. We'll continue the adventures in Borington in a couple weeks.

• 4/3/09 11:22am

andrea: i'm trying to make it until december without seeing new york

these are my little dreams

molly: you're no fun

andrea: i'm all kindsa rad genius fun

molly: WHATEVER

andrea: YOU WHATEVER

new york is a piss pot

PISS

POT

you move to london i'll visit you all the time!

no!

don't!~

i take it back!

molly: maybe i WILL

you're lucky i come to boring boston

borington

bostonoring

andrea: you shut it

i come to pisspot for you

pissy pissy pisspot

molly: yeah in december maybe

you're missing out on my giant living room and kabirs

andrea: ooooh kabirs....

That's RIGHT! I knew I could lure her with a samosa.

Oh, and here's another SNL clip we enjoyed imitating:



"YEAAAAH"

The Weekly Widget and Sassoon: bootard month

October is an exciting time in the land of Widget and Sassoon! Drea and I are hanging out not one, not two, but THREE weekends this month! Insane!

The first 36-hour party went down this weekend when Drea came to NYC and crashed on my granny couch from Friday to Sunday. Highlights included playing Burger Time (which I think should be called Cheeseburger Time - everyone wants cheese, amiright amiright?), wearing matchy-matchy outfits, eating gigantic onion rings, dirty dancing to the Fugees, and watching this video at least 13 times:



We then proceeded to do the Maya/Whitney shoulder shake every time things got really exciting.

Ignoring the part where I randomly got a horrendus stomach flu/food poisoning and ignoring the fact the we both now have gross colds, amazingness was had by all. I can't wait until Part B next weekend. In the meantime, we'll continue to have heart-to-hearts like this one:

• 1/7/09 - 10:27pm

molly: oh good, you're alive

 andrea: wait, was i dead?   oh, the wine

  i'm dead.

 molly: NOOO

  GET UNDEAD

 andrea: trying.

 molly: BE A ZOMBIE

 andrea: bootard

  eating brains.

  so what?

 molly: so

  you

 i am drinking gin, and also getting sleepy

 andrea: ugh. i still have to go back to somerville tonight though

  bugger

  i want to sew an ipod case

  i want EVERYTHING

 molly: somerville?

  ha, bugger

  are you british now?

 andrea: that's where joe lives

  no, just a wino

 molly: ahhh

wine brings out the brit

  and gin brings out the CRAZY

  and LAZY

  i am watching blazing saddles on amc and now all i want to do is drink and watch movies all night

andrea: YES

  me too

  but i have to take a bus

  grrr.

  and a shower.

  grrr.

 molly: are you at home?

  brighton home?

 andrea: yeah

  bootard

 molly: YOU'RE a bootard

The Weekly Widget and Sassoon: only 88 days left until Christmas!

Erghhhblaargghhbleeeh.

That's the sound that Monday makes. I've been spoiled by having the last three Mondays off and now this Monday is eating my soul. I've been here two hours and so far the only productive thing I have done is emptied a file folder, shredded the contents, and then emptied the shredder. The thought of doing much more is agonizing.

So why not start my Christmas shopping? I could at least update my Amazon Wish List in the hope that people actually look at it this year. Sadly, Amazon does not sell creepy laser foxes:

• 12/3/08 - 3:07pm

molly: i'm freaking out about xmas gifts bc i don't know when i'll have the time to make/buy gifts in the midst of moving

i think everyone will get cookies

andrea: i wish i could get away with that

molly: maybe you can

you can just knit me a mitten

just one

it's ok

andrea: i can't knit

woops

molly: or crochet

whatever the hell that crafty thing you do with yarn is

i don't know

andrea: http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=18109744

yes!

molly: i just want balls

HA

andrea: balls?

molly: crocheted balls

like on the poster

and i want them stuffed inside of that laser fox

andrea: hee hee

DONE

molly: oh but it still has to be alive

the laser fox

ok?

andrea: no problem

i'll get him

you have to promise to be careful with him though

molly: don't worry

he'll live in the bathtub

until i move out

then he will live under margaret's bed

andrea: hahahahahahah!!

you can't leave him though!

molly: ok fiiiiiine he can live in my giant new living room and teach yoga classes to earn me extra money

andrea: i LOVE this fox

i think his name is geraldine

molly: geraldine's a girl name

andrea: he's french canadian

By the by, if you want to check out these "balls" I speak of, look at Drea's stuff here and here. They're fun.

The Weekly Widget and Sassoon: why I'm sticking with improv

So I was right. I'm a big ol' sick face today so I took the day off to sit on the couch and eat soup all day and try to get better. Ick.

The plus side is that I caught up with a bunch of random television, the highlight of which was an episode of "Inside the Actor's Studio" with Amy Poehler. Damn, I want her career. When James Lipton asks his famous 10 questions at the end, she gives a serious answer and a comedic answer for each. For example:

"What is your least favorite sound?"
"Serious answer? The sound of anyone in pain. Comedic answer? A man crying while I make love to him."

Also:

"If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you enter the pearly gates?"
"Serious answer: 'Come on in.' Comedic answer: 'Your mother was right.'"

Amazing. She's definitely one of the reasons I started doing improv:

• 8/22/07 - 4:38pm

molly: i'm actually looking into improv classes

but that's whenever i can afford them...

andrea: improv classes, huh?

molly: yep

there's an amy poehler in me just waiting to burst out

i know it

andrea: you're better than amy poehler

hear me now, universe. Molly Cameron is better than Amy Poehler

molly: YOU'RE RIGHT ANDREA,

(that's the universe)

GIVE HER A SHOW, DAMMIT

(thanks universe)

OK, that's a stretch, universe and Andrea (but, aw shucks, thanks). I'm currently about to repeat Improv 401, doubting all of my writing skills, and running out of ways to zing my co-workers. Maybe this is just the sick talking, but moments like this make me think too hard about my life and wonder if I should have followed my 12-year-old dream and become a secret agent (because I hear that's really easy).

Anyway. Enough of my September moping. I'll get there eventually. Let's watch some Kaitlin.

They make it look so easy

I am currently in the thick of my standard Sunday Night Blues with a dash of Starting-To-Get-A-Cold and I'm feeling a little miserable about things. Thank god for this:



Not only is it a great song, but the backup dancers are prime examples of how to correctly smile through an awkward moment. I get the impression that the producer of this show just walked into a random high school, pulled five cute girls out of cheerleading practice, and gave them 10 minutes to come up with some moves. Watch around the 1:08 mark when the girls in the front try to correct one another - HA. The girl on the middle left is my fave - she's got the MOVES.

Let this be a lesson in perseverance to you, kids: when life gives you a stage, you better dance on it. But don't forget that even though Stevie Wonder can't see you, everyone else can.

(Thanks to Jezebel for sharing)

The Weekly Widget and Sassoon: why I live in Queens now

When I still lived in Brooklyn, I had a crazypants roommate named Margaret. Yep, that's her real name. Not even gonna change it because I doubt she knows this blog exists. If she does? Oh, hey, HI Margaret! You were a CRAZYPANTS ROOMMATE. But no hard feelings. Hopefully you're living in a happier place now where people fill the Brita to the right level, the silverware isn't exposed to the air, and your hairs are allowed to thrive all over the bathtub.

ANYway... this is a good example of how I felt about living there:

• 10/15/08 - 11:47am

molly: oops i still haven't told margaret you're coming this weekend

i've barely seen her

let's surprise her and hope she leaves :)

andrea: woop!

molly: let's sneak into her open room while she's sleeping and just stand over her bed with beers in hand until she wakes up

andrea: i'm all in molly: amazing

When the first cup of coffee tastes like washing up / you know she's losing it

I saw a woman on the subway this morning with socks that said LISA and I was so excited. Never mind that this woman was probably pushing 60 and didn't need name socks, but still - name socks! Then I got closer and realized, oh, they don't say LISA at all. They say USA. Damn it.

I hate today already.

The Weekly Widget and Sassoon: I hate Tuesdays too

Long weekends and Monday holidays are wonderful but they make that back-to-work Tuesday even more painful. You're trying to squish more work into less days and all you want to do is be back at a weekday brunch drinking bellinis. That's when it's nice when the train "suddenly" takes an extra long time. Or you "accidentally" sleep in.

• 11/13/08 - 12:22pm

molly: so i didn't set my alarm and slept until 10 this morning

oops....

andrea: WOOPS

molly: luckily i didn't miss anything important

and i feel nice and rested

i should do this all the time

Killing more fond adolescent memories...

Oh god, really? REALLY? A Green Day musical??

This photo is just... weird:

And Mike Dirnt looks like he'd really rather be elsewhere.

To be fair, American Idiot is miles away from the Green Day of my junior high years. Somebody call me when they make Kerplunk or Dookie into a musical. Now that I would see.

Take a look! It's in a book! But not on TV!

Sad news, friends: "Reading Rainbow" is ending after 26 years of read-alouds. It's found its last pot of literary gold. It's closed the back cover. It's run out of Dewey decimals. It's... ehhh that's all I got.

To be honest, I kind of forgot it was still on, but it always held a warm, nostalgic place in my heart. Plus, it helped me to make the distinction that LeVar Burton was not Geordi La Forge and he was not actually blind, but he was an actor and he liked cool books. (Many years later I would discover Roots and be further confused yet impressed by his career path.)

But most importantly, it reminded us that reading was FUN. Even though it's a bit of an oxymoron to be reading books through TV, I know I still got excited to check out kickass new picture books at the library. Sadly, my local library did not live up to all this hype:



WHOA. Did you hear that sassy librarian hit those belting notes? Also: does anyone else really want neon pink pants right now?

So: thanks LeVar and friends. Without you, I'm sure I would not be as literate as I am today (or as into "Star Trek: The Next Generation"). I'm also sure that we wouldn't have this:



But you don't have to take my word for it... :) :)

Thanks to BUST for filling me in.

The Weekly Widget and Sassoon: did I ever mention I once had mono?

Last year Andrea got to go to the beach for a long weekend and she rubbed it all up in my face while I was withering away eating ice pops and watching "Six Feet Under."

What a dick.

Just kidding.

(95% kidding.)

• 9/5/08 - 3:56pm

andrea: BEEEEEACH

why aren't you heeeere?

me: go away miss vacation face

because i have a SUCK JOB and MONO

andrea: ugh

mono. no

me: no kidding

so do you have wireless on the beach or something??

because then i hate you more

andrea: wireless in the house, house next to the beach

me: poop

andrea: its awesome

like a last hurrah for summertime

me: POOP

The Weekly Widget and Sassoon: human burrito

Just add salsa!!

• 8/26/08 - 9:56pm

molly: you would be proud, lindsay and i had burritos

oh AND she showed me the awesome pic on her phone of you eating a burrito

andrea: because secretly, I AM a burrito!

A HA

molly: I KNEW IT

you always smelled suspiciously of beans and guac

um... in a good way

andrea: its comin outta my pores

mmmm

Move your errrmms!

I am on a lovely "staycation" this week (side note: I really hate the word "staycation" but can't stop using it all the time - stop me) and so took some time to pop into a dance class this evening. I came away with some of the best Bev quotes/life lessons ever.

• On stretching: "Move your head into eternity!"
• On being ghetto: "Some of y'all need to visit Harlem. Well... some of y'all should bring a friend."
• On... crowding, maybe?: "Move all the way up to the mirror! This is New York City and some people are homeless!"

LOVE IT.

The Weekly Widget and Sassoon: career opportunities

This was about the time when I really started to question what the hell I'm doing with my life. I haven't come up with an answer yet.

• 3/18/08 - 12:47pm

andrea: i can't believe they won't let you drink in the office anymore

i mean what is this? russia?

molly: it's getting there

theatre is russia

andrea: we need to get you a new job

molly: do it

preferably in italy

Somebody in here it's your birthday

Yesterday my blog turned four years old.  If cukr kazdy den were a human, it would now be a hyperactive, overdramatic, pre-diabetic toddler.  And if I were a good mother, I would have celebrated this yesterday but I am currently absorbing the 55-odd hours of sweaty laughter that is the Del Close Marathon.  (I'll try to give a rundown of this madness later, but so far let me just say that Horatio Sanz is looking svelte and John Gemberling is still opposed to wearing shirts.)  ANYWAY...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BLOG!!  I started you out of complete boredom during a box office job and now look how you've blossomed.   We've laughed, we've cried, we've drunk too much booze and eaten too much sugar - and isn't that what life's all about?  Well no... I'm sure life's actually about a lot more than that.  But I'm only 25 and what do I know?  

I'm half asleep.

Let's eat some Funfetti.

The Weekly Widget and Sassoon: I heart Web MD

Hey, remember when I had mono? That was no fun. I was bored out my mind and just surfed the internets all day reading terrible things. Good thing Andrea is my voice of reason.

• 8/16/08 - 3:08pm

molly: oh my god, i'm reading horrible things about mono

apparently if my liver is damaged badly enough, i may have to avoid alcohol for up to a YEAR

andrea: STOP

molly: i thought i used up all my bad karma!!

i know it, i need to stop

i'm convincing myself i'm getting hepatitis now

andrea: you DO NOT HAVE HEPATITIS

molly: but what if i dooooo? what if that's why i'm dehydrated??

oh wait, i think i've had that vaccine

so unless my vaccine didn't work, you're probably right

it's just a ruined liver

sigh

andrea: you're fine

you weirdo

The Weekly Widget and Sassoon: drunk, drunk on the range

This evening I met some expensive scotch. And I met it HARD. If I were to have a conversation with myself right now it would probably sound a lot like this:

• 7/25/08 - 12:41am

andrea: lonesome drunkie

drunken on whiskey

whiskey and saddlebags

made of tequila

on the prairie

molly: i want a saddlebag made of tequila!

Now if you'll excuse me, I have half a bag of pita chips to eat and some Wham! to listen to. Thanks scotch.