Goodbye to Slate -- Hello Kristen Says

After months of saying "I really need to do this..." I finally DID it and consolidated all of my blogs and everything else onto www.kristenrutherford.com.

HUGE thank you to Kevin who hooked me up with the publishing tools. A few words from him to the powers that be at Squarespace, and I'm now set with an account FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. I believe that entitles him to free frito candy and baked goods for the rest of HIS life.

So if you subscribe to Slate in a reader - please to go the new page

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see you in the new joint!

Down ARGentine Way

I am fried like chicken. That's been fried.

It started with E3 -and was it just me? --or were the 3 big press conferences kind of *meh*? It was the same thing with Apple’s WWDC - I always get worked up about these events and act like it's Christmas - hopping around from foot to foot and annoying everyone around me – more so than usual... and then I get all sad when it turns out we already knew everything they were going to announce.

We've been downtown, we've scoured the internetz, we've seen it.

Okay so Microsoft pwnd Sony with that big 'neener neener we've got Final Fantasy now' announcement - that WAS a big surprise. And then I remembered that I don't really care all that much about Final Fantasy. SORRY, IT'S TRUE. I CAN’T PLEASE EVERYONE.

Then at the very last minute I decided to hop on a plane and go to ARGFest-O-Con - which was an AWESOME decision, despite the pain of a Thursday night red-eye. Nobody knew I was coming - not even hmrpita, even though she knew I was entertaining the idea of hopping a flight. Eventually I called Steve Peters to say, "should i let people know I am coming? will they let me in?" and he made me his 42 Entertainment mystery guest - a.k.a. Leeloo Dallas MultiPass.

There's never enough time at these things to talk to all the people I want to talk to - so, sorry if I missed anyone. And even when I do get to talk to people, it doesn't feel like enough time.

So I didn't sleep thanks to the red eye on Thursday, but I figured when everyone went to the Dark Knight screening on Friday night, I'd toddle off to bed so I could be fresh and alert for the panels on Saturday morning. After all, I had already seen the film a couple of weeks earlier and I didn't want to rob anyone of the precious seat. Also, yay! Sleep! But while Elan and I were heading over to the theatre in the taxi - (i was going to continue on to the hotel) he got a call from Steve saying there was an extra ticket for the film and I'm all FUCK YEAH I LOVES ME SOME JOKER! and there I was in a FULL movie theatre waiting for the agent of chaos to come on the screen.

These super full theatres for Dark Knight have the same sensation that seeing the Star Wars films have - there's that buzzing before hand, and you can feel everyone tightening up with glee and anticipation as the studio logos unfurl on the screen - and then the darkness, and silence, where the whole audience collectively holds their breath... BOOM: GOTHAM - and you hear the entire theatre do a sudden intake of breath at the same time -- and release. I. love. that.

So, in case you’re one of the 3 people that haven’t seen the movie yet, here’s a spoiler as to how it ends: two and a half hours later- that's how it ends. It’s long. Me? I’m fine with it being long – saying that Dark Knight is too long is like saying “There’s too much cake at this party.” But I hadn’t technically been to bed since Thursday – and had to be up for panels at 9 a.m. on Saturday - and after almost 3 hours of the joker – it was 2 in the morning by the time I fell asleep.

Full disclosure. I had to sneak upstairs during one of the panels to take a 15 minute power nap. I’m not telling you which one. BUT I WOULD DO IT AGAIN. If you were in a panel - don’t worry – it wasn’t yours. I thought it would be more polite to quietly step away for 20 minutes instead of openly sleeping while people were talking. And as I was heading back downstairs, and trying to get the pillow wrinkles out of my cheek, Elan sent me a text saying “where are you?”…

…and I had this HORRIBLE image of THAT being the ONE panel where someone decided to say for NO apparent reason – “but let’s see what Kristen Rutherford thinks!! Kristen?? Where’s Kristen sitting??” – as the spotlight roams the floor.

Not that there was a spotlight at the con, but that made it more dramatic in my head.

The best part of the con, hands down, was the speech blitz. That should be an annual tradition.

Anyway, while looking for a place to eat dinner in the North End that night, Pita took this picture of me:


I SWEAR I went to Boston. I WAS THERE! Why do I look photoshopped?!

Dinner was a clusterfuck of confusion where we lost half of our party – and the rest of the night is frankly a blur - you can see for yourself the decay in my tweets. Then, once "us" found the bar where everyone was - someone had the idea to order blood orange martinis – and I don’t remember much after that. Brain wipe martinis. I'm not a big drinker, so I'm a cheap date. Here’s a lovely shot Elan took of me the next morning at coffee:

If you look closely, you can see my hair hurting. It's in his phone now so it comes up whenever I call him. The thing is, I am pretty sure that I am STILL DRUNK in this picture. The hangover didn't hit me until I toddled onto the plane home.

I've got more to say about Comic-con, a bout with nerd flu (that I am still fighting) and a late-night filming 90210. (Spoiler: I was sick, so I really don't have any good stories - mostly I am glad I didn't die while doing my scene.)

In the meantime here are my pics from ARGFest-O-Con.

...and now I can't stop singing "Down Argentine Way" - the Dinah Shore version.

Wut?

90210 want to know my availability for next week.

Don't they know next week is Comic-Con?

Housekeeping!

If anyone's still out there - I finally got a chance to sit down and clean up that sidebar there on the right.

If you're reading this on an RSS, click through and check it out. Since I sometimes go a while between blog entries, I've added a twitter widget and my shared Google Reader items, plus some other fun stuff. That way, at least you'll know I'm not dead.

I've gotten so busy that Twittering is a much easier way for me to communicate, and when I get a break from writing, all I want to do is chill out and read my feeds - so I thought I could at least share those with you. I've also done away with the links since I usually share the blogs I like in the reader, and it's much easier than having to update those links all the time.

As you know, I tend to host parties and do things like this in general in a way that can best be described as, "How can we make this easier for Kristen?" It's a fabulous way to live - I suggest you steal it as a mantra immediately. But substitute your name for mine, or it may get weird. Unless your name is Kristen.

I'm also in the middle of revamping the website so it may be wonky for a bit. I'm hoping to consolidate the millions of blogs I have into one stop shopping and I'd like to integrate that into my website. If anyone has experience with TypePad or WordPress on a paid level, feel free to leave your opinions on their services in the comments. I'm trying to decide on a new publishing platform (shhhhh don't tell blogger) -- then I could at least update from my phone with some of the new Apple Apps.

So, over at G4 we are nearing our two nerd superbowls. E3 kicks into action this week, followed almost immediately by Comic-Con. I'm really sorry that I won't be able to get to ARG fest - it falls right in between, and there's just no way I can swing it. I expect to see good tweets though!

I booked a small recurring role on the new 90210, which had many people lamenting that they would be forced to watch it. Sadly, I know more about "Shooters" than I do about "The Peach Pit." Days before I was to start shooting my agent called and told me they decided to cut the part completely. I'm told they might bring the character back later in the season, or give me another part completely - but I'll believe it when I see the contract. Or, uh -- after I shoot it since a deal was in place for this. Oh, wait - scratch that - how about, I'll believe it when it's on TV.

I saw a screening of The Dark Knight a few weeks ago - make sure you see it on IMAX if you can because it's breathtaking. I am going again. Heath Ledger is amazing. Like, Arkham Asylum amazing.

I promise to get better about updating *crosses fingers behind back* - In the meantime, if you have a moment, please go to Webb Alert and then go here and tell Morgan all about your tech pet peeves. She's doing a special episode soon, and I'd really like to see some SYN readers represented - and beekeepers of course. Do Not Disappoint Me and all that, what what.

and that... that looks like some chicken...

I think the sleep deprivation is catching up with me. I have watched this like 10 million times today and it makes me laugh every time.



I think it's the voice. This is almost a dead on impression of the voice I talk about the dogs in. Not to them, or as if it is them speaking, only about them. Usually when I do this voice I am saying "and that doggie you can take to the mall, and it will bite the pipples on the faces." The dogs figured out a long time ago that I am not saying anything that they should be paying attention to. They're very clever.

I told Mike, one of our comedy producers who does great voices, that we should pitch our own cartoon just so we can do voices like this... not that I don't already walk around saying "Oh no it's a big head and oh no I'm gonna get away!"

Here's something I wrote and Mike produced a while back:



Hey, that Op sounds familiar!

Been writing something besides Attack in my time off, and as a result, I barely have any time off. OOH META. I can't say what I've been working on. It's not an ARG. I promise. OR DO I?

When I come up for air, I check my twitters because I am playing zeFrank's ColorWars, which is maniacally fun. Go Team Pants! I think I scored us a merit badge with my "earliest memory" recording - which, if you check it out, is a bona fide 100% true story.

The REAL end of that story which I left off is that I remember trying to tell the dream to my dad, and he kept saying "uh huuuh. uh huuuuh." and he added "...and Christopher was there!" ...and I remember being confused. Because in my dream, Christopher, the boy that lived upstairs on the 5th floor, was most certainly NOT there, thank you very much. I was alone with the cartoon bull. I remember being frustrated that he didn't get it - and that I didn't have the language skills to be understood. And THAT'S how I know it's one of my earliest memories. *bows*

It's why I never "yep" a child that seems like they are really trying to impart something to you. Instead I just say, "I'm sorry, I don't understand. You'll really have to try harder next time..." and go back to what I was doing.

I'm trying to catch up with The Lost Ring, I wish I could go to the event in San Francisco on April 20th, but it's not looking good. But I'm always hoping and optimistic - and I *do* like jet-setting so...

As far as Dark Knight goes - Commissioner Gordon is pissed at me. I have the voicemail to prove it.

I failed to mention in my last post that at that NCIS audition the other day at Sunset Gower Studios, I saw Elaine Stritch. She was regaling her handler with an excellent story about Spencer Tracey. I wanted to listen in, so I pretended to be looking for something in my purse, like my car keys. Never mind that I was already holding my car keys in my hands. THEY DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I WAS PRETENDING. And that, is the most important thing you must remember when you are learning to be a spy. THEY JUST DON'T KNOW, DO THEY.

When I walked out of the studios I saw a girl I know getting out of her car. Her back was to me, she was putting something in the passenger seat and then she closed the car door and moved to the meter. In a split second I decided not to talk to her, and quickly turned my back and moved off down the street. I don't know why I did it. I like her okay. We've worked together on VO gigs and she's very sweet. I just, I don't know, didn't want to talk to anyone at that moment. Have you ever done that? Or, as usual, am I just kind of a bitch?

I bet I know the answer.

nOw We KnOw WhO yOu Are

The only good reason for not joining GO TEAM PANTS in the ColorWar is because of this:








How fucking cool is that shit? Wow, that was eloquent. I should write for a living.

Anyway, even if you are playing TDK or TLR, you can still play with Go Team Pants.

Oh, hey, Vortech? I had an audition for NCIS today. I didn't know that show was still on the air.

P.S. I have the bowling ball and the cell phone and if that phone rings, I am going to have a heart attack.

Color War 2008 Redux

Okay I gave up on trying to set up the twitter group. Dasro to the rescue. We now have a group thanks to his efforts.

TEAM PANTS

and here is the Twitter Group

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Did you think I disappeared? Maybe down a RABBITHOLE?

If I tell you an exciting story, I bet you'll COMPLETELY IGNORE the fact that I haven't updated in *covers mouth and mumbles* months! I have a good reason. I swear.

But reasons aren't nearly as exciting as the package I got on Saturday!

I heard the thump of a box on my porch, and went outside to find a priority mail package, addressed to me from one T.L. Ring, 1920 Olympic Way, San Francisco, CA 94110

Written in marker was a note "This is a clew! 03-03-08"

Here's what was inside

Hurrah! A rabbithole for a new alternate reality game!

The clues all seem to point to the Summer Olympics. How cool to have an ARG tie-in!

Here's the unfiction forum where people are talking about it

The forums move really fast - for a quick catch-up or summarization thebruce has been kind enough to set up a wiki page:

The ball of yarn (or clew) contained a fortune that pointed to this website...

Let the games begin!