Nadia's Video Shoot
Just got back from a video shoot for Nadia's next single "At The End." Her group's first song "Rapture" got widespread radio play but the video was never run on MTV so they're working harder on this one. I wasn't planning to be an extra in the video but I felt mad guilty because she didn't have enough girls. We were in a scene where we're standing in line to get into a club and Nadia walks by. I told her if she wanted me to make it realistic, I could start yelling at the bouncers that it was cold and they should let us in. One of the producers told us to get out our IDs like we were getting ready to show them to the bouncer. I was like "Why, because otherwise viewers might get upset that it wasn't factually correct?" I never have my ID out in line anyway. If bouncers can make me wait half an hour in line, they can wait 10 damn seconds for me to get my ID out.

Nadia: Hey Riss, would you go out with that guy over there?
Me: No.
Nadia: Is it because he looks dumb and you only like smart guys??

Speaking of music videos... Is it me or does one have to be super lazy to not tweak one's own nipples?? Some music video director decided they should see more of Jennifer Lopez's nipples in her video so she enlisted a member of her entourage to tweak them in between takes. That guy probably gets paid more than 4X the average household income in America to do it. And how's your job??

So I picked up the Scooby-Doo DVD and it was actually pretty good. I didn't think I was going to like it that much (I bought it because I like the production sets) but it was enjoyable. Scooby Doo was mad cute too. I should have gotten a Great Dane. For some reason, my dumb ass thought a smaller dog would be less of a hassle than a large one. In reality, large dogs are less hyper than smaller ones, which in my opinion more than makes up for their larger-sized poops. I swear, Bailey is the loudest dog of all time. He's lucky I don't give him back to the pound. I'm talking shit now, because everyone knows I'd never give Bailey up. They'd have to pry him from my cold dead arms. But he is a little snot. The lady from the animal shelter warned me when I got him that his original owners gave him up because he was too noisy. So the only person I have to blame is myself. I keep telling him that if he barks at little kids they won't play with him but he apparently doesn't understand English. When people approach him to pet him he starts barking at them in this insane manner, because he's so excited. Meanwhile, the people think he's going to attack them so they back away and then Bailey freaks out and starts barking louder. I did some research on the internet but the stuff they got out there to control excessive barking is nuts. They have shock collars, high-pitched sound collars and crazy surgical procedures that rupture the vocal cords. Naturally it all sounds very unpleasant. Okay that was my Bailey concern for the day.

Well, now I must adjourn. I want to finish reading all these articles on the snipers. MSNBC did a poll and 72% of people thought they both should get the death penalty. That number struck me as inordinately low, but then I remembered that there are many optimists in this country. I think it's good that there are opposing views on the idea of crime and punishment. But I still agree with this one quote I read in some fiction novel once, "Cockroaches should be killed, not domesticated."