Let the Casting.....BEGIN!!! *clap, clap*

Yes, this photo is supposed to be me. Clapping for the talent to enter. Somewhere in a rain forest. Wearing a flower bow- you know what? I have a lot to do and five minutes was the most I could allot for image attainment, people!

I apologize, my loyal readers, for the long haiatus. Life is hectic and somewhere, I let myself get sucked into the "I hate this job, there MUST be a better one. Preferably one that pays me merely to exist within their presence," cycle.

I'll never say where I currently work. I will just say that it is not wise to work where I do when you A) hate customers and B) hate serving them.

That aside, I resisted finishing the next installment of The Maybelline Girls. (You haven't seen it? For shame! Watch it here in tiny increments of a few minutes each: www.youtube.com/TheMaybellineGirls) That is until my director informed me that he got a hold of some great equipment for a limited time only. CRAP! I thought as I stared at the phone and a half-written script. Normally, I would probably make up some weak ass excuse and procrastinate more (Wait, I didn't see THIS episode of All in the Family!).
But, when working in a team, I don't like to let the team down. So I got rid of my perfectionism and anxiety and forged ahead.

We had a short meeting. Which resulted in him handing me assignments while I watched him head to the bar with pals. Some things never change in life for me....Caps. You fellow Caps out there know what I mean!

Anyway, here's what we are looking for. If you or anyone you know fits a part, please pretty please ask them to send a message via The Maybelline Girls fan page?? Danke!!


Melaina: CAST
Dottie: CAST

T-BONE: mid 20's to early 40's. Latin or Caucasion. Thug. The muscle of the group.Not too bright. Just follows orders. Big in size but scared of his boss.

DOC: Mid 20's to early 40's. Latin or African American. Also large like T-bone. Rough around edges but watches a lot of documentaries. Thinks if he sees a triple bypass, he can perform a triple bypass.

JASMINE: Early 20's to mid. African America. But open to other ethnicities. Friend of Melaina. Has known her for years. Thus, friends at a distant. Likes her but not the chaos she tends to bring.

BYRON: Early 20's. Latin. Melaina's cousin. Currently in jail. Good hearted.

LITTLE GIRL: 8-12 Caucasion. Sweet looking. Can sing. Does not have to be professional at all.

DJ REAL TALK: 30's to 50's. Latin version of Randy. Wears too much jewelery.

PAMELA: 20's to 40's. Caucasion, latin or middle Eastern. Open ethnicity. The "Paula" of the group.

CAMERA MAN: 20's. Caucasion. Tall. Slim. Male.

NATASIA: CAST

EDITH: CAST

ED: CAST

CRYSTAL: 20's. Caucasion. Crazy girl. Either she's currently drunk or she was a hard core partyier. Loud voice. The type of girl that can embarrass you if you go out with her. Very rowdy.

ANASTASIA: 20's to early 30's. Brunette. Can look like a Russian assassin.

NADIA: 20's to early 30's. Brunette. Can look like a Russian assassin. The leader of the two.

CHINO: 20's. Asian. Leader of Asian gang. Can look very sweet and in a split second, very dangerous.

ASIAN GANG MEMBERS: Various ages. Free xml sitemap generator

Drama Lama in the NYC

Sex, violence, drugs, alcohol....what do they all have in common? Excellent drama fodder and the bedrock of almost every kid raised in the cities.

When you're a writer, or any other kind of artist actually, you play on the edge of "how much should I reveal and how much should I hide"? And inevitably, the answer is always a resounding "hide nothing"! Reveal all juicy details! After all, wasn't that the secret vengeance of all our childhood's? To get back and name names on E! Hollywood True Stories? Heehee!

I often wonder why most of the things I write have to do with secrets, sex and murders. Hmmm? Well, it's the old adage of not seeing the forest for the trees. Secrets is pretty much how I grew up. Keeping them while, like a crafty magician, drawing your attention to a perfect and glossy exterior. And wondering myself, who was keeping them from me.

Wondering who was hiding what is what fueled pretty much 90% of my perceptions growing up. Add to that being a woman and always prying into mental cogs and emotional ventricles as part of our genetic make-up and you get someone pretty much hard wired to believe any conspiracy theory out there.

The Revenge of the Tango (my next piece) is a far cry from The Maybelline Girls, which I see more as my medicinal approach at approaching the unapproachable. Comedy, of course. Always, comedy. (As I smile to myself contemplating more installments.)

The Revenge is a gluttonous dive into the world of secrets. A place where women hold power. And they know it. *evil chuckle*

I suppose The Revenge of the Tango may be my inner child's way of saying "Hmmm, now that I am big, let me get MY turn."

Of course, there will be intrigue, there will be sexiness, and there will be diversity. (I love diversity. Come on! I grew up in NYC for crying out loud!)

The night approaches so I'll leave you with this....

"In revenge and in love woman is more barbaric than man is."

FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE, Beyond Good and Evil

Things Successfully Achieved In Place of Writing

Today's highlighted achievements consist of the following Herculian tasks.
If I can do it, so can you!



1. Weighing myself after I pee. I measure myself before, too. That way, I feel like I won some mini-diet.













2. Taking advantage of my cat's hyper phase and chasing her like a maddened wilde beast bent on attaining the glory of knowing I am, in all the savannah, the mightiest leaper.





3. Testing out innate psychic ability on a random deck of cards. Kept tally on pyschedelic score card stickered with fairies and bedazzled under the full moon's glow.



4. Adding extra points to my score card. Shut up.

5. Gathering all the ketchup packets from fast food runs of yore. Like a Moses of Licopene, I gathered my lost tribes into neat and necessary tupperware bottoms. Lids yet to be gathered. They have no god.

What's Up with the Name??

So, as many of you may or may not know (depending on whether or not you are outside of my illustrious and highly exclusive FB circle), I have a deep and profound love for all things Jung. This, combined with my affections towards my newly adopted stomping grounds, has morphed and mated with itself to produce "Alicing La-La Land."

What is "Alicing," you ask? It's a soon to be adopted word and part of the American lexicon, dammit!
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Don't question my authority!!!
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I see you there. With your judgemental eyebrows.
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Well, fine. If you insist on a "definition" and all that nonsense. Formalities... (I'm giving you my own eyebrows now, by the way.)


"Alicing" would be defined as "the willing participation and eager exploration of the wonderful weirdness and varied experiential qualities of the conscious, subconscious and, inevitably, unconscious (delicious) world."

Much like Alice, (the first to be seen publicly and unabashedly "alicing," and on tape, nonetheless) when one alices, one strives to taste and drink deeply from the well of life.

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Stop staring at the screen with that mug on....

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Ok, really, I just like to be weird and do weird things. I also write. Nonsense. And then I film it.