Saturday Night Live
Aug. 17th, 2003 04:41 amSo a few nights ago Mom was flipping channels trying in vain to find something decent on television. I was at the computer so she was basically announcing what was on each channel as she passed it. "There's a cooking show on 50. There's a comedian on 51." I was only half listening when she said, "And there's your father on channel 59." I looked up and, sure enough, there was my dad in some TV movie he made back in 1987 called "The Windmill of the Gods." We watched it for a few moments, and then moved on.
Sometimes I forget how weird that must seem to other people. Your average Joe doesn't find his father on TV while flipping channels. But I do, I always have, it's normal. Comes with being the daughter of an actor. Sometimes I'll flip channels and find one of my brother's TV movies, nothing unusual about that. Nothing unusual about seeing any of my friends or family on television. Saw one of our close family friends in a Wendy's commercial the other night. Only thing that went through my head was "Oh look, it's Ginette." Heck, Caroline Rhea lived next door to me for five years, saw her on TV practically every night.
Only when I step back and look at myself, from the outside in so to speak, can I see how this occurence that is so common for me that I'm flippant about it, would be a huge deal for someone else. I just think it's interesting what different people consider normal.
And tonight I finally sent out emails to the few SCNers who expressed interest in reading this here journal. Sent on to Abby, and Wendy, and a couple other girls. Obviously Allie knows about it. Turns out Stesha sent her the link. Stesha must have simply figured it out for herself, not hard if you know on even a superficial level. Morrigirl is who I am on the web. I just didn't know Stesha even read my other journal with any regularity. Didn't know she was actually interested in reading about me.
I've been lonely tonight. No one is online. Spoke to
silent_t for two seconds until we realized her computer had contracted the blaster virus and she was kicked offline. So I've just been playing around online all night. Spent a lot of time on www.i-am-bored.com great site, kept me occupied for...four hours I think.
Gosh why the heck do I foget everything I want to say the minute I start writing huh? Blarg.
Sometimes I forget how weird that must seem to other people. Your average Joe doesn't find his father on TV while flipping channels. But I do, I always have, it's normal. Comes with being the daughter of an actor. Sometimes I'll flip channels and find one of my brother's TV movies, nothing unusual about that. Nothing unusual about seeing any of my friends or family on television. Saw one of our close family friends in a Wendy's commercial the other night. Only thing that went through my head was "Oh look, it's Ginette." Heck, Caroline Rhea lived next door to me for five years, saw her on TV practically every night.
Only when I step back and look at myself, from the outside in so to speak, can I see how this occurence that is so common for me that I'm flippant about it, would be a huge deal for someone else. I just think it's interesting what different people consider normal.
And tonight I finally sent out emails to the few SCNers who expressed interest in reading this here journal. Sent on to Abby, and Wendy, and a couple other girls. Obviously Allie knows about it. Turns out Stesha sent her the link. Stesha must have simply figured it out for herself, not hard if you know on even a superficial level. Morrigirl is who I am on the web. I just didn't know Stesha even read my other journal with any regularity. Didn't know she was actually interested in reading about me.
I've been lonely tonight. No one is online. Spoke to
Gosh why the heck do I foget everything I want to say the minute I start writing huh? Blarg.
