Jason Reitman, BE MY FRIEND!!!

*sigh*

I'm a little keyed up this morning. But in a fun and exuberant way.
I'm flying out tomorrow, leaving the state for the first time since this time last year, have 4 cups of coffee in me, nothing to do at my office job and I've checked both of my emails an obscene number of times. I'm beyond stoked about the impending DK 4.0 (name pending) as it's going to be chaos and calamity of the highest and most entertaining order. And then while on MySpace, aimlessly trolling, I saw that one of my very favorite directors, Jason Reitman, was in the Featured Film-Makers section. I looked at his page and... he totally uses that thing, and after hearing him talk at the Juno screening through Creative Screenwriting Magazine (yay Jeff!), I decided I liked him even more. Not just as a wonderful writer/director, but because he seems like a freaking cool guy. Then I read his blog and seems to have mentioned, while he was on the road, going to some local shows.

Hence, this is my new request.

Dear Santa,

For Christmas this year, I want Jason Reitman to be my friend. And I want him to come see DK 4.0 (name pending) and I want him to bring Diablo Cody. Then I want her to be my friend. Then I want all my friends to get to be in their movies. Then we'll all be friends and dance around in a big happy circle of creativity and laughter.

And an agent. And a new cellphone too. That would be pretty sweet.

But mostly, I want Jason Reitman to be my friend.

Love sincerely,
Dana DeRuyck

PS: I also want a pony.

That's me, getting into the spirit of the holidays.
For now, I'll settle for being MySpace friends.

Dreams dashed before I dared to dream

(OK, so maybe THAT's a bit melodramatic.)

So I went to see Hollywood Trash play at the Los Angeles Derby Dolls championship gam last night. They sounded great, another band (Jessie Deluxe) also rocked out, and the match was thrilling from start to finish.

While watching those bad-ass chicks whipping around the rink as I thought up potential Derby Doll names for myself (Dana-mite? Carol Burn It? Skate Crime? <= Matt's), I thought "Man, I wanna do that! If only I were tougher and better at skating." Then, the announcer rattled off something about how they allow prospective new chicks come in and try their hand at the Derby life during the week. I was ecstatic. Right when I got home, I looked up the Derby Dolls page for more info.
This is what I found

I am missing a crucial element, apparently.

Nevermind that I can be a bit of a cupcake.
Nevermind that I'm not a great skater.

Health insurance.
Bane of my existence.

It makes sense though. I mean, it's a violent fucking sport and they don't have the funds to cover anyone. Plus, it's pretty damn likely that you or someone else is going to get hurt. They don't want anyone to get into trouble, including them, so it's a totally valid policy.

Still bums me out though.
Ah well. Better go find something else in the apartment to paint.