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Sleepless in Hawaii

sleepless-in-seattle-this-hypnosis-download-allows-you-to-sleep-sleep-sleepI think the calm before the storm is nearly about to break, and it just might break all over our pretty little heads. Storms are fun though, we like storms, they bring rainbows, and rain puddles for us to splash in, and also other stuff, like giant ass lightning strikes that blow out force fields, and free contestants from the worst reality TV show ever imagined! I’ll take the puddles over the lighting any day, y’know– if anyone’s asking, which no one has. If you’re as lost as I am in this lovely train of though laden article, here’s the deal– principal photography of The Hunger Games: Catching Fire is about to start its true last days, and this is going down in a matter of hours. On top of that the promotional/ viral marketing that is oh so vital to a successful franchise now a-days, began to creep its tentacles out at us, oh– last week. It has to be said, I think we’re at a level of Def-Con 4 at this point in time, 5 of course is reserved for shirtless photos of Sam Claflin as Finnick Odair (Sorry Sam), because we have priorities.

Key members of the cast have traveled thousands of miles, and are currently lounging, punching themselves in the face, and also hitting them selves in the face with their phones (ex. A and B), taking sunset photos by the hotel pool, have gotten their hair did, and dyed unnatural, and natural colors, and are possibly getting a round of golf in– maybe, I don’t know. I get the

Josh got his hair did, I mean dyed.

Josh got his hair did, I mean dyed.

feeling that tonight is a pretty strange night for those assorted cast members, they’re all jet-lagged no doubt, all away from home, and missing their pillows unless they were smart and brought their own, some of them are probably still reeling from something that happened less than a week ago, oh– and a couple of them probably are still doing triple takes every time they glimpse them selves in the bathroom mirror, or perhaps all reflective surfaces. If I was one of them I don’t know what I would do with myself, I also don’t know what character I would be right for.

Scratch that! I’m picking Johanna (again I must parenthetically apologize to a cast member. I’m sorry Jena, but Johanna is the only character that I’m the right age for, I also have short dark-ish hair, so tough– I’m taking your role. But only in my head!). Anyway, if I was one of those lucky few, I’d probably be exceptionally boring. Seriously, I’d go to the hotel gym, I get a workout in, I’d take a steam– if they have a steam room, damn they better have a steam room, I’d shower, I’d eat a meal, a boring one, but a healthful one (no salt!), I’d watch Southland on TNT, and then I would attempt to sleep. But how the hell can I sleep when I’m playing Johanna Mason, I’m in Hawaii, it’s the night before principle photography is starting its final days– hell no, I’m not sleeping! I’m staring at the ceiling, and pacing the carpet, I’m contemplating cracking open the mini-bar, and drinking all of the tiny bottles of wine, and eating the ridiculously over-priced Toblerone! I’m going damn near close to certifiably crazy, and then my wake-up call comes through, and I have to be down in the lobby to meet the driver who’s taking me to set– and I haven’t slept. Oh well, that’s what hair and make up are for.

So, here’s to the cast and crew of The Hunger Games: Catching Fire! I hope your night looks nothing like the one I imagined above, and I hope you all have a blast finishing up this film together. Now, go make magic!

Them There Eyes

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Let’s Go To The Aquarium!

Before all the Internets was abuzz with spoiler laden photos of The Gruesome Threesome in Hawaii in full on Arena wears, and other stuff that I won’t be talking about, because they are in fact spoilers, and I respect people’s choices not to view said spoiler laden photos. By the way you should very much so be reading the word spoilers, how I do in my head. Yes– like a tiny girl whispering “witches…” all conspiratorial and creepy like, or– how The Albino in The Princess Bride first uttered “The Depths of Despair…” take your pick, both work for me. A couple of weeks ago though, or maybe less than that, the cool place to go for the cast of Catching Fire, and not in a beautifully, and thoughtfully designed costume by Trisha Summerville, was The Georgia Aquarium! The cast for the most part have left Georgia however, and the cool place for the new shooting location has yet to be determined (I’m hoping it’s a Shave Ice place). The Aquarium by my count though was visited by more than half the cast, including the charming and quirky Ms. Lawrence, the equally charming and eloquent Josh Hutcherson, and the ever enthusiastic and positive thinker– Mr. Bruno Gunn. Basically, some of those fair water-dwelling creatures were ogled by some famous humans, some were even touched by them, but not inappropriately.

The last time I went to an aquarium was probably more than a decade ago, I do personally live in a coastal state in the US that boasts a healthy fishing industry– in fact I live in what will eventually be District 4, you know if the world goes the way Suzanne Collins wrote. I’m no more than an hour away from the ocean, that’s if you don’t stop for ice cream, or jerky at one of those fruit stands that seem to always dot and line touristy highways all over the US and Canada. What I remember about the aquarium in my world though, is what I see in photos of the Georgia Aquarium. Large vista rich enclosures that span over peoples heads as they walk through tunnels made of glass. I don’t recall how long it took to get through my aquarium, but I’ve been told that the Georgia Aquarium is a speedy walk-through of about 90 minutes– but if you’re like me, you’ll get stuck in front of the jelly fish exhibit, and marvel at how a spineless prehistoric creature can be so mesmerizing, and down right comforting to watch. The Georgia Aquarium is top notch in comparison to the two that I’ve visited in my life, which if you’re curious are The Oregon Coast Aquarium, where Keiko the Orca (Free Willy), lived before he was partially set free in the North Atlantic, and The Monterey Bay Aquarium right off Cannery Row, which was immortalized in the stunning novella by John Steinbeck– Cannery Row.

I have to tell you all though, mermaids don’t exist.

Them There Eyes

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