There's A World Outside of Yonkers...

C - Johanna DeNeige McCuen, one of my dearest and best friends. She moved away this past weekend, much to my great dismay. Thankfully, she returned to the motherland, so she's only a short car ride away, once I make the move myself. But still, I've lost, for the moment, one of the most amazing individuals I've had the pleasure of knowing.
L - My grandparent's house, waiting to go to the airport. I'm also here alone, which is a rare thing. Usually Gangy is all over me, feeding me way too much, and making sure I have enough blankets to cover me, even in July.
O - My indispensable laptop. Probably one of the smartest purchases I've ever made.
S - Watching Bridesmaids and D-minus with old friends, and laughing just as hard as I did the first time. I love my friends. I really do.
A - Squealing with elation when I realized my grandparents owned Hello, Dolly!
T - Whodathunk that Hello, Dolly! could make a grown man get weepy. Thanks WALL-E.

Many of you are aware of one my biggest wishes/inappropriate thought: Marry Tina Fey. Yes, she's super married, and yes, she's totally a hot mom, but I cannot help but seriously swoon when I watch 30 Rock, or that wicked awesome American Express commercial with Marty Scorcese. But, I am realistic, and completely aware of the absurdity of my obsession, so I simply hope that the bride I eventually wed be equal parts funny and hot. Yeah, I wanna funny woman, ladies, so if you desire the flesh de Parker, brush up on your improv, join The Groundlings or Second City, and then give me a ring.

But, it was just yesterday that I realized I have another wholly unrealistic obsession, but possibly more probable: I want to work for Pixar. Not as an animator, as I've abandoned that idea with a series of sub-par sketchbooks, but as a writer. I remember listening to a podcast featuring Michael Arndt, Oscar winning writer of Little Miss Sunshine, and the writer of Toy Story 3, discussing the writer's room at Pixar, which he recently joined. This room, if you were curious, features some of the brightest talent working in the biz, from Pixar's Grand Chef, John Lassiter to a god in his own right, Brad Bird, as well as my new favorite Andrew Stanton (Thanks WALL-E). My mind was blown, literally, when I heard that such a room existed. I'd often heard of television writers rooms, and the idea always gave me a slight orgasmic giggle (all that clever crowded into one room? Yeah, it's a writer's wet dream), but I'd never really imagined a room within the realm of cinema. Mr. Arndt talked about how each and every writer would consult on the various films being worked on by each party, and they would offer support and aid for any story issues and character problems. Now, at this point, I pulled my oxygen mask down, and declared quite boldly that I would someday be a part of this room. A moment of silence passed, and then I sat back down, shrugged, and realized my dream was about as distant as the possibility of Mrs. Fey's marriage falling apart, and me (her new best friend) falling for her romantic comedy style, and then getting hitched. Yeah, I'm sick...

Again, the possibility of my employment at Pixar is much more probable, but that doesn't make it any less difficult. I can only hope that my pure, unadulterated desire to work for such a creative giant will eventually produce fruit, and I suppose that's the only way to move about it. And, I think it'll continue to haunt me, as long as each Pixar film that comes out is as spectacular as WALL-E. I mean, what film could cause me to ever put on Hello, Dolly!, a film I have purposely avoided, due mostly to it's star, and also the fact that I've seen the original play upon which it is based (Thornton Wilder's "The Matchmaker"), which I really didn't find that interesting? I suppose a Pixar movie could, and it did, as that's what is keeping me "entertained" as I blog.

Anyway, enough of that. Back to reality, I suppose. *sigh*. Still, I think I'll do whatever it takes to get to that point, even if takes me to a different, and equally as rewarding point in my life. I'm a firm believer in dreams coming true, if we will them to be. Why? Because if we simply take what we can get, we're always settling, and as I've always said, you get what you settle for. That's not to say I'll sit on my arse until Pixar comes a knocking. I certainly want to try my hand a television writing, and probably some feature writing before I settle down in Northern California, but I think if I do my best to prove my worth as a writer, then the chances are all the more realistic.

So, there you have it. My heart. On my sleeve. Now all my blog-o-friends will know what keeps me up at night, and what keeps me going. I hope Tina never catches wind of this blog, because that would be embarrassing, until she realized my comedic genius (HA!) and invited me to join the writing staff on 30 Rock (double HA!). No, really, it'd be pretty awful if she did see this. She's totally married, people. With a cute baby daughter. And to that, I simply say: Blurg.