It's christmas holiday time and my muscles have atrophied. good times.

I don't know what to say. Peter Cincotti - FRONT ROW CENTER! Yeah Jess!

Made it to the tail-end of "Nogfest 2004" at Casa de Hassan just in time to get hugs from friends of Christmas past. And you will all be happy to know that Greg has not yet gotten himself killed in the Marines! yay! I've been hurtin for some 4-101 luvin, guys! We need to get the BAND back together!

I was thinking about something like this: "Oh wow look at us now, flowers in the window. It's such a lovely day, and I'm glad you feel the same, cause to stand up, now out of the crowd... You are one in a million and I love you so. Let's watch the flowers grow!"

Also today at work I ordered Chinese and added a juice to the order and the guy forgot to bring it. I told him I didn't need him to come all the way back just to bring me a Snapple so he said he would make a note to bring a Snapple to the Box Office next time somebody orders from there. So all you Box Officers... I'm talking to YOU SnappleAppleWeggie... don't forget to ask for the free Snapple! And FYI - we started a BOX group on TheFaceBook.

So when I'm helping out with a major casting I tend to get on to google and randomly type in key words to hopefully uncover a list serve or website that I can post the info on.

This week I am searching for gymnasts for this new Disney movie. There are six characters and we are supposed to get a racially diverse group to audition. One character in particular seems like she might be asian. So... I went to google and typed in "14 year old asian gymnasts" ...


... sick SICK SICK SICK!!! There are so many SICK people out there!

ewwww.

Momma K: What is the point of these girls in the convertable. Isn't "Cross Roads" that psychic show?

Me: "Crossing Over" is the psychic show. "Crossroads" is the Britney Spears movie.

Momma K: Eeeeew!

the blower's daughter
by Damien Rice

and so it is
just like you said it would be
life goes easy on me
most of the time
and so it is
the shorter story
no love no glory
no hero in her skies
i can't take my eyes off of you
and so it is
just like you said it should be
we'll both forget the breeze
most of the time
and so it is
the colder water
the blower's daughter
the pupil in denial
i can't take my eyes off of you
did I say that I loathe you?
did I say that I want to
leave it all behind?
i can't take my mind off of you
my mind
'til I find somebody new

I made a discovery in my sleep.

I left the TV on in my room as I drifted off... and I awoke to the most beautiful song I have heard since "Clocks" by Coldplay. I forced my eyes open to find out who was singing. He was on the TV. The song seemed to last forever with moments of silence begging me to go back to sleep. At the end of the song I shuddered in horror as Jay Leno thanked him for being on the show without saying his name. I was so upset that I wouldn't find out who this amazing new artist was. Then the abrasively-voiced Leno also thanked Liam Neeson and Kate Bosworth. Thank you Jay!

I jumped out of bed into the cold night and forced the computer to cooperate. Internet Explorer was freezing up like a mofo, so I switched to the alternate browser, Mozilla. Mozilla was also slow, but tolerable. I typed "Liam Neeson Kate Bosworth Jay Leno" into the google. and I got a page with NONE of their names on it. Wierd.

Anyways I eventually discovered Damien Rice. There's a reason one of his albums is called "O" I want it. Oh yes, it will be mine.

Carlyn is sooooo funny! Tonight was our Christmas party and it was a BLAST! I really can't talk about it in a public forum like this because there were some local D.C. area semi-celebrities there... among them one that runs an acting on camera class and one that does traffic reports for local tv and radio. They are so sweet.

But it was especially fun to hang out with C-dawg and the rest of the interns. We got a little sloppy. We were at this cool restaurant in Georgetown called Mienyu. It's like Moroccan or something... so good. I love the decorations. There are couches and little tables with cushions and little private tables draped with netting and rich fabrics. It's the kind of place that has a bathroom attendant. His name was "Wish" - well that's what we called him anyways. It was really something that sounded like a combination of "fish" and "swish" and "sheesh" he said "Wheesh" was close enough.

And there was a belly dancer. Well one professional... and several amateur copycats. NO I didn't make any money. But of course I tried.

We drunk-dialed Twilla about a hundred times. I'm sorry, Boo, but you know you loved it. You were definitely missed.

Kelly was so gone that after Carlyn paid the check and left, Kelly said everything was on her. So Kristin and I got Creme Brulee... and Jessica got a nine-dollar coffee. What do they put in that NINE dollar coffee? Apparently they grow the beans in the shade, and run it through a french press. The coffee is worth more because it has been abused it's entire life.

So what did we learn tonight:

1.) Always tip your towel man.
2.) Keep Kelly away from sharp objects and spoons.
3.) There's a reason belly dancers don't wear high heels
4.) Never leave hot single producer guys stranded alone at the restaurant.
5.) Carlyn is such a MILF.

"Present time you must find
and within it dwell,
for in there is the key
that opens the door to the great mystery
and the future you will see.
But hark!
If in the present time
you cannot dwell
you'll have no future to foretell.
Trapped in the past you'll always be."

-Viola Spolin (The Godmother of Improv)

Just now I randomly smelled Cigarette smoke in the office. Oliver and I wandered around a bit to find the source, because nobody in our office smokes. So it was wierd. We think it was coming from outside, somebody must have been smoking near the intake.

huh.

But it made me think of that quote from the movie Orange County that the 4-101 guys used to always say, where Jack Black says, "And she was all like I'M GONNA BURN THIS MOTHA DOWN!" and the other guy (was it Ben Stiller?) says, "She told us it was electrical."

Yeah. Orange County is a good movie to watch when you don't get into Second City. Because Colin Hanks didn't get into Stanford either. I wish Jack Black was my older brother. Not that there's anything wrong with my brothers. I happen to like my brothers. I think they would both think it was cool if Jack Black was my brother too.

The Chameleons of Capitalism are displaying an ad for the "2005 Dog Poop Calendar" I think I know what Weggie is getting for Christmas!!!

Here's another writing sample for all you comedy fans.

The characters portrayed are completely fictional and any resemblance to an actual person living or dead is purely coincidental.

http://megan.kelleher.net/TMI.doc

Today was quite the adventurous day.

I woke up this morning with the intention of fixing my car.

First, I tried to figure out how to take the TWO broken headlights out of my car to get replacements. It looked to me as if they were bolted in under a large bracket of some kind with big scary bolts on it. Crazy German carmakers. So I decided I needed help. What does a girl with a catholic school education do when she needs work done on a car? She calls the nearest public school guy. That's what guys learn in public school right? So I left a message for Zach.

Then I headed over to Best Buy to get my new stereo installed! New Stereo? How does an unempoyed actress have money for a stereo? Well I was saving money to move to Chicago, and since my dreams were crushed and I couldn't get a hold of anyone on the phone to talk me out of it this past weekend, I blew my savings on an Mp3/CD/XM stereo console, with a blue digital display. I had to do something to take the pain away. So I spent! and spent!
Hey, they offered me free installation.

Unfortunately the Best Buy guys don't do headlamp replacement. So while my ride was getting pimped I had lunch with Maggie. At that point Zach had called me back and said yes he had tools and he'd love take a look under my hood. Indeed. So I said I'd call him when I was done at Best Buy.

Mags and I dined on Sesame Jack Chicken Strips at TGIFridays down the street from BB. It was nice to spend time with her. Just as we were paying the check the BB guys called my cell and told me to come pick up my car.

The new radio is SO SHINY. I just kept pollishing it with my sleeve as I listened to side one of my They Might Be Giants Dial-a-Song CD. Changing the graphic equalizer with every accordion squeeze. Heavenly. I hardly ever get nice things. so nice.

Zach didn't answer his phone so I drove through downtown Springfield looking for an auto parts store to buy the new headlamps. There are tons of car dealerships but no parts stores that I could see. Then on the horizon I saw a gigantic "VW" logo calling me home. Yes! The Springfield Volkswagen dealership. THEY know how to fix things.

So I had an amusing exchange with the Volkswagen guys. To sum up: Yes it's really windy outside, No I can't get an estimate on my torn roof without an appointment, and replacing my headlights will cost about $35 each. Also it is indeed strange that both lights broke at the same time and while it might be fun for me to drive with my highbeams on all the time the other drivers are not big fans of it. So $70 eh? I'll have to think about that. SO I did what any intelligent girl with a Catholic school education would do when she has money questions. I called my Daddy.

The Daddy wasn't answering his phone either. So I called directory assistance and had them connect me with the auto parts store near my house. They said the headlamps they had in stock were going cost me $6-$25 each depending on quality. Hmmm... now I'm no expert at math... but I think thats a lot less.

So to Hybla Valley I went. I bought the top o the line lights because I'm half blind and like a lot of light and hey, it's still cheaper than the VW guys were going to charge me. I got back in the car and since I still hadn't heard back from the Z or The Daddy I called my brother (who incidentally didn't go to public school, but he is a techie, so knows his way around a socket wrench) I asked him if he could fix my mess if I drove to Fairfax. He said alright, but in HIS Volkswagen he didn't need any tools and he described to me how he changed his headlamps a few months ago on his Jetta. I argued that there are big bolts and pieces of metal on mine and it's different. So he said fine, bring it out. As I headed for the Beltway, I thought, even with my new CD player, I don't feel like driving to Fairfax. Let's take another look under the hood.

I pulled over at the next gas station and sure enough, I turned the thingy and pulled on the other thingy just like Lil Mikey said and the old light just popped right out! How exciting!

So I went home and rolled up my sleeves and started fixing my own car.

BUT

The auto parts guy had sold me the wrong kind of lamp. It didn't fit. So I put it back in the box and set back out on my adventure. It turned out the lamps that fit were actually in a 2fer package on sale! So they gave me money back! So cool!

Home again. It took 10 mintues and only $27 and NO MEN to replace both lamps with Superstar Halogen! YEAH! Peemp my riiiiide! Now all I need are woooofers and reeems!

I even killed a spider by myself when I got back inside the house.

Hey Ladies! Independent women unite!

I was so exhausted from all this independence that I had an early dinner and took a nap. Now that I'm up and there's no Midnight Marauders meeting tonight I'm going to get to work on putting the house back together before my mom comes back from vacation tomorrow. I tend to make a mess when left alone for extended periods of time.

Oi!