Sniff.....WOLVERINES!

I was sad when I read last night that Patrick Swazye had passed. It flashed through my mind: Dirty Dancing, Point Break, Ghost, Red Dawn..... I'm purposefully stopping here because I just don't want to list his filmography. He contributed memorable performances that were beyond the mold. Of course it makes sense with his dancing background and study of Buddism.

I messaged my sister and she reminded me of the Saturday Night Live Chippendales sketch. I laughed because that one was surefire hilarity. And then I was sad because now the two men making me laugh so hard are no longer with us.

To stay strong, I'll just let it turn to something else.

Stranger in a Strange Land

The lights burn my eyes as I try to find my way to the path. I'm frightened of what I may do, or more importantly what can now be done to me. A hand reaches out to me, but I've been warned to be careful and not trust just anyone. Instead I call out for help to one who will not betray me. There is no response. I wait for days. My hope begins to leave me. Finally, my meek request is answered.

Okay, so it's a bit dramatic for my first week on MySpace, but my "Friend Request" has been answered by Teresa Strasser. This is kind of exciting. But I'm starting to wonder which celebrities maintain their own page and which have someone else do it.

The experiment took a turn for the crappy. I had to search my brain and answer the question: who do I love? (This isn't in that if my child and my husband where in the path of a speeding car, who would I save way. Oh, and the answer is why isn't my husband moving his ass and saving our child?) I don't have a big ego either and have been wondering who is worthy of my thoughful questions and gets to be on my blog of one follower. I'm realistic and wondering what do I really want to ask certain people? And sadly, I only have a small list of who I have something to ask. More importantly, I think they'll have something great as a response.

This is more in the realm of, if I could sit down and have a meal and conversation with any three celebrities, who would it be? I already know my answers, but I'm worried that in this hypothetical dinner, I would be left out becasuse I'm quiet and the three all know and are friends with one another. Instead I'm removing the dinner part and asking what's on my mind.

Yes, it sounds like I'm wussing out. But at the same time, this is like jumping off the high dive. I'm experienceing what I was afraid to do before. And the benefit is an artificial relationship with famous people. Who could ask for anything more?

An Experiment

Of course the timing is terrible, but if not now, when?

I'm starting what I'm calling the Interview Experiment. The internet is such a powerful tool that connecting with celebrities is as simple as Skyping a podcast. Okay, to be fair, those words didn't exist ten years ago. My point is I'm planning to defy my social networking site boycott and attempt to reach out to the famous people out there. (It doesn't really count because this is my alter ego. She doesn't pay taxes anyway.)

The full plan is to request an interview. It would only consist of three thoughtful questions that will be sent to them and posted if I receive a reply. I'm curious to see who will respond. Here goes nothing....

If I don't post back in fifteen minutes, just wait longer.