If you're still sad about the ending of Doctor Who, don't watch this video. It'll make you bawl your eyes out. I'm all about Rose and the Doctor, but I have to say that Donna slowly became one of my favorite characters on the show, and her friendship with the Doctor was heartwarming. As someone put it, "Donna is the biggest Rose/Doctor shipper of them all." This video does her great justice.



Also, something came to my attention today that almost made me "Friends Only" my LJ, but I decided not to. I don't have much in my life that I feel the need to hide, and I can't get upset that people take advantage of that. To the people who did, you seriously need to get a life. And find a better definition of "classy," because I guarantee you, it's not someone who feels the need to do what you did.

...but this HIGHLY amused me at seven-thirty in the morning.

I've always wondered how actors react to smut written about their characters. Well, here's how David Tennant of Doctor Who reacted when confronted with "Who Porn" on a late-night talk show.

( Look what I got!! )

Otherwise entitled: I Held Jorja Fox's Beer!

So, as many of you might know, I bought tickets last week to an evening of monologues at the Gay and Lesbian Center in L.A., starring Jorja Fox of CSI fame. I figured I would have no problem finding someone in the area to go with me. It's Jorja Fox! Live on stage!!

Well, turned out I was wrong and in the end, the only person who could go with me was one of my bosses at work, Corine, who really only went out of a) pity and b) the desire to leave her three kids with her husband for the night.

Regardless, she actually showed up at the theatre on time and we were the some of the first people to go inside. Because of this, and because of size of the theatre (small and intimate) we ended up sitting in the very front row, up close and personal with the stage. Turns out, we chose our seats wisely.

Interesting note about the theatre, almost exactly ten years ago Eve Ensler premiered "The Vagina Monologues" there.

The actresses came out, lead by Jorja. She came out barefoot, tattoo on full display, wearing a black top, flimsy black skirt (more on that later) and had her much-shorter hair (so cute, though) wrapped up in a scarf.

The theme of the evening was preventing violence against women, and for her first piece, Jorja played an African girl hiding with her sisters from guerilla soldiers. She took what could have been a dark, melancholy piece and brought it to life with a flare of hope. She started off in the middle of the stage, but ended up right smack dab in front of me, maybe three or four feet away. And as she said one of her lines, she looked straight at me, right into my eyes. "They will beat you, rape you..." I corrected this because I found the acutal monologue and it turned out, I kind of did forget the line. I think because, hello, Jorja was looking right at me!!!

I don't want to belittle the other pieces by the other actresses, because they were very riveting. I was so afraid I'd spend the whole time staring at Jorja, but I really ended up focusing on every piece being presented. They were quite powerful. Unfortunately, I just don't have the energy to go into all of them:(

So for her second piece, Jorja brought the comedy. She put on a pair of hooker boots, hiked up her knee-length skirt to her mid-thigh and lay down on the floor. She adopted a very deep southern accent and played a struggling actress making a living playing dead people on crime dramas. I kid you not. It was wonderful! She chose it well, because some of the lines...the irony of her speaking them was just awesome. "What I’m really hoping for is a plum part as a forensic investigator on an ongoing series for network TV. That’s my dream. But I don’t want to be just the kind of forensic investigator who wears a lab coat and glasses and puzzles over a corpse laid out in an antiseptic environment. I want to be the kind who gets to wear low-cut blouses that are tailored to the body, flank-hugging slacks, and tousled hair while she investigates a dead body at the scene of the crime. And then she got into this pose, I swear, a dead-on impersonation of Marg Helgenberger as Catherine. The audience went nuts. She kind of broke character for a second; our applause made her very happy.

She ended the piece lying back down (the camera people being ready for her death shot) and as she lay down, her skirt kind got a little too high on her leg and being that I was so up close and personal, I suddenly realized, I'm looking at the entire back of Jorja Fox's thigh, almost to her butt cheek. I just have to give the woman props. She's got a great pair of legs. All the way up;)

The play ended and Corine had to head home. I, on the other hand, decided to stick around for awhile and see if I might be able to get an autograph. I went out in the courtyard with everyone else milling about. It's a very pretty area, a very nice place for the gay and lesbian community to gather. I felt safe there, even in the heart of downtown Hollywood.

I sat down next to a familiar face. I glanced over the person and asked, "Weren't you on CSI?" I was sitting next to...wait for it Cinco...Starr. Yes, the "woman" who played the bartender in the infamous tranny episode. She was very nice, thanked me for remembering her from the show. And she's the one who called it "the tranny episode." I'm just quoting her;)

I waited for about twenty, twenty-five minutes before Jorja finally came out from the theatre. She was standing with her friends, talking and laughing, while I worked up the courage to approach her. When I finally did, she was so nice. Here's the entirity of our conversation, memorized by me as I drove back home.

Me: Hi! I'm so sorry to bother you, but could you sign this for me?
Jorja: Of course I will! Do you mind holding my beer?
Me: No problem.

So I'm standing there, holding Jorja's beer (green bottle, didn't notice the label) while she signed, "Kristen, Huge Love, Jorja Fox."

Me: I'm sorry to drag you from your friends, but I just wanted to tell you that you were really great tonight.
Jorja: Oh, it's my pleasure. And thank you. I know I shouldn't say this because of the nature of the program, but we had so much fun doing this.
Me: I could tell that.

She finished up and by that time, more fans were upon her, so I quietly thanked her, she thanked me and that was it. I met Jorja Fox. And I held her beer. Most people would say, "I never washed my hand again," but there was a lot of condensation on the bottle, so I sort of already did.

So, no, I didn't get my picture taken with her. It just didn't feel right to ask. She wasn't in actress-mode, despite having just acted. She was clearly in a "I'm hanging out with my cool theatre friends on a Saturday night" mode and I didn't want to keep her any longer. I saw her perform live, only a few feet away from me, accidentally saw more of her than she probably intended to display, I met her, held her beer, got her autograph and she spelled my name right, which is more than I can say for a lot of people who actually know me. What more could I ask for?

It was only as I sat in traffic on the corner of Hollywood and Highland that I realized all the things I could have said to her that might have started a conversation. I mean, hell, we're both from Florida; the town she lived in is only an hour or so away from my hometown. I could have complimented her on her southern accent, mentioned that I'm southern, from Florida, and who knows where we would have gone from there.

But I tensed up, got extremely nervous and the only thing running through my mind (besides "don't drop her beer") was "don't imagine all the dirty things you've had Sara do with Grissom in your stories."

Which is exactly what I always thought I'd be thinking if I ever got to meet her.

In the end, though...nights like tonight are the reason I love living in L.A.

The first trailer for "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" has arrived!!!!!!!!!!!

So, I officially lost my earthquake virginity this morning. Sure, there had been some tremors, foreplay, if you will, but today was the real deal.

I survived pretty well, if you consider hiding under my co-worker's desk muttering, "please make it stop," as surviving pretty well. In all fairness, we were three stories up in a building that was built on rollers for this exact purpose. The rollers work, but they make the whole building roll even after the quake is over.

My co-workers were really nice to me, making sure I was okay afterwards. They waited until after lunch to start telling everyone the story of me, balled up under the desk with my hands over my ears. I thought that was nice of them;)

I got home and found no damage except some downed books, picture frames and knick-knacks. All the bottles of shampoos and soaps in my bathroom had fallen into the tub. Nothing broke, though, thankfully.

All in all, a freaky experience, but as everyone has been saying all day, it was absolutely nothing compared to Northridge in '94.

I don't want to feel a worse one, quite frankly. This was enough, as far as I'm concerned. Give me a hurricane any day.

Just saw the first half of the Doctor Who season finale and I have just one thing to say.

AUGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm sure there will be more thoughts this time next week. Right now, my brain hurts and I have little half moon nail marks in my palms from clutching my fists too hard.

My hands are still shaking.

I just bought two tickets to see Jorja Fox perform monologues next Saturday in L.A.

I can't believe I'm going to see her and possibly, if there is a Goddess who loves me at all, meet her.

The only snag is...I don't have anyone to go with. I don't mind going by myself, but since I have the extra ticket...

If there's anyone out there in the L.A. area (or who could get here easily) who would like to go with me, speak up now!!

Estelle Getty, aka Sophia Petrillo, passed away in Hollywood this morning. She will be mourned by many, myself included. I have fond memories of watching "The Golden Girls" with my grandma on the Saturday nights my brother and I would sleep at her house. And then later in life, my college roommates and I watched the reruns on Lifetime religiously. We each represented one girl (I was Rose, Christin was Blanche, Sam was Dorothy, but we lost contact with Collen, our Sophia, a long time ago.)

In honor of this great lady, I present some of my favorite Sophia lines.

Rose: Sophia, why are you in such a bad mood?
Sophia: Excuse me Rose, but I haven't had sex in fifteen years and its starting to get on my nerves.

Dorothy: Hi, ma. Where are you going?
Sophia: To the boardwalk. I like to watch the old guys rearrange themselves when they come out of the water.

[Sophia enters kitchen]
Dorothy: You couldn't sleep either, huh?
Sophia: No, I'm sleeping so good I thought I'd come try it in the sink.

Sophia: Rose, just remember, you're smarter than people say you are. You've got good sense, and you know what you're doing.
Rose: Oh, Sophia.
Sophia: Blanche, you're a slut.
Blanche: Oh, Sophia.

Blanche: Oh girls... I'm just in ecstasy. My body is tingling all over. You will never guess what just happened.
Sophia: We know what happened. Let us just guess what part of the Middle East he's from.

[Dorothy leaves on vacation, leaving Blanche in charge of Sophia]
Sophia: Fasten your seatbelt, slut puppy. This ain't gonna be no cakewalk!

Rose: Wow, Sophia, that was some story!
Sophia: Yeah-funny, touching and with a surprise twist ending. I wonder if it was true. Damn that stroke.

Sophia: All you ever do is talk about your sexual problems! Well, what about my sexual problem?
Dorothy: Ma, what is your sexual problem?
Sophia: I'm not getting any!

Sophia: Picture it....