Blogging Killed the Radio Star

This is just another "thank you" to Julie.

I'm still wondering why I don't have LOTS of followers yet, but I have been writing again.

Lately, I tried starting a book and realized, I can't do it. Instead one day, I spent the entire day writing a screenplay for "Once Upon a Fairy Tale". That one doesn't have anything to do with Julie Powell, but it if twere filmed, it would look like something Julie would like.

I've also written a film in honor of Valentines Day. No, not "Valentines Day" with half of Hollywood. Just the holiday. It was called "Bliss and Break Up". I think that's another favorite of mine. It's about fur couples who go through the process of breaking up on February 14th. One couple is a platonic boy-girl friendship, the other is a married couple, a young college couple, and an engaged-to-be-wed couple.

That's another one Julie would like.

Come to think of it, anything I write, Julie would like. That's what's cool about writing. I'm writing things for Julie Powell and didn't even realize it.

"Very Truly Julie"

OK, this isn't the best poem for you-know-who, but I still like it and hope Julie does to.

**By the way, that first sentence wasn't meant for the poem. It was coincidental.

This is really the poem.

*clearing the throat*

Here's a very extraordinary lady who
I first heard about since "My Fair Sadie."

She's strong as making wolves howl.
And I'm talking about Mrs. Julie Powell

Funny and cool and popular and hip;
That's the metaphore for our friendship.

Her personality proves to be very wild
as she was cooking from Julia Child.

The sad woman never ate an egg.
Come on, Julie! You don't have to beg.

Julie, you're awesome, I love you so much.
If we ever met for lunch, we'd probably go Dutch.

You were well portrayed by Amy Adams with Meryl Streep.
For Amy, being you was one big leap.

I'd love to make you a Raspberry Couli,
because you are a very truly Julie.

Now I really need you, Julie.

I was thinking today and I think I got to a point where I'm desperate for Julie Powell.

I was on the phone with my dad today about my bank account and he kind of said something that sounded distrusting and hurtful. I tend to think he doesn't trust me, but if he does, I want to hear it straight up. I don't want hints about it.

This doesn't mean that I want someone to tell me they don't trust me, but if I had a choice, I'd rather he tell me instead of drop hints about it.

For example, say I had a choice of someone yanking my shirt collar and dropping ice cream down my chest or putting a slice of pizza in my butt (those are just example, but it's a long story of how I made them up). I'd rather have the ice cream down my chest, but I don't mean that I want someone to just do it flat out. If I had a choice.

So if my dad doesn't trust me, then I don't care. I was calling him for help. I rarely ask for help. And he decided he'd rather say my strange bank account was my fault than being confused with me. In fact, he said "I'm upset about this." And I was like "I know. Me, too. It's very strange". And then he said "No that. You." Which was causing me to wonder why things are my fault.

I don't want to say it necessarily makes me a push-over, but more like a freak. Well, I don't want to be a freak. And my father doesn't like to trust me. Mom's awesome. I really like my mom. She's cool. But in the case of the mysterious disappearance of fees from my debit card, she'd agree with my dad.

And if Mom's going to agree with dad leaving me to blame and fixing the problem myself, I feel the only one who would support me is Julie. The last thing I think aboiut is wanting to kill myself. I just want to learn why I'm a stupid idiot with no brains, and especially an unawanted habit of being creative.

OK, so I suck. I procrastinate, I act like a 24 or 28-year-old. Who cares? That's me. And the only one who I know would agree with me is Julie. I love Julie and I worship her. Julie is an awesome and wild lady. NOT obsessive or dull. She just had a hard life. I can relate.

With distrust and creativity from my parents, more like my dad because Mom's often on my side, the only person I think I need is Julie.

What would I do without Julie?

Maybe a book would be nice.

I really love to write and recently I started a fuilm but only got two lines worth and some actions, so it's only thirty seconds long so far. And the character was supposed to be a struggling writer (know anyone else like that *wink*)

It's supposed to be a film called "Fairy Tale Freak Out" about three friends who each get warped into a fairy tale. Brian, the struggling writer character, gets warped into "The Little Mermaid" (it's more like a book than a fairy tale, but still...), then Sophie becomes Cinderella and goes to a benefit dinner with her Prince Charming, and Liz becomes Snow White.

Since I onyl got two lines worth and they were both for Brian, maybe it would look better as a book than a movie. And I've never written a book before. I have written adaptations from books before, just one actually, and it was "Teh Night Before Christmas. So it was a short film.

But if I were to write a book, I wonder if it would be worth reading. When you think of the plot, it might be something one might want to read. Hell, it might be something Julie might want to read.

Though, I still don't know. Would any of you read a book if it was about fairy tales coming to life trapping three friends into them?

Here's another one for Julie.

I finally got a picutre taken for me of the picture I made for the art show. It's a watercolor on a 6" x 6" paper that was submitted to a show called "The Big and Small Show". Also actually known as "No Middle Ground".



It's just the way I described two posts ago and I saw many people looking at it. I had other two that night and every fifteen minutes or so I went to where my pictures were and saw people looking at it and thought, "I hope they vote for it". But it didn't win.

And since it was called "Thank You, Julie Powell.", that's why I thought it was the most meaningful of my three. It was all because of an extroardinary lady following in Julia Child's footsteps why I began to follow my goals again and continue with what I have a passion for.

It wasn't just a dream.

When I submitted my pictures to the art show, I had painted them on a Tuesday night. Then I submitted them on Wednesday, and the show was on a Friday.

That Tuesday night, I had a dream.

But before I get to that, you'd have to know what happened Friday night. We had a thing at the show where we did a People's Choice Awards thing that night. And it wasn't in any connection with the actual award show on TV last week. But at Friday's show, people vote for their favorite piece and it wins.

So Tuesday I had a dream where I was at Friday's "Big and Small Show". (Also called "No Middle Ground".) And at the reception, Julie Powell came in herself. It wasn't like the other dream I had where I was having lunch with Julie because that was still Amy Adams AS Julie. In this is was actually her. She saw the piece I did called "Thank You, Julie Powell." and voted for it and it won.

And I know it couldn't have actually happened whereas two days later, she would actually be there. But it felt real. I kept going to the wall where it was hanging and looking at it just thinking to myself "I wonder what Julie would say if she saw this." and also "Julie would really love this.".

I still have to get some sort of picture of it and post it, but I don't have one right now.

And to explain what the title means is that Julie was there that Friday night, but in my heart. I would say spiritually, but Julie is very much alive obviously.

"Thank You, Julie Powell."

OK, so I'm an art intern and student. I intern in an art gallery. And there was show we had recently and I contributed another homage for Julie Powell...again. I painted three pictures total and one of them was very meaningful and the one I was most proud of. I'd show a picture, but I never got one. I'll try to post one if I can some time.

Anyway, it was on a cut-down piece of paper to a 6" X 6" size. It had a black painted computer keyboard in the middle. On the top side of the paint it said "Writing" and on the bottom it said "Again". And I called it "Thank You, Julie Powell".

People were asking me about it and I loved telling the story of how much I started writing again all because of Julie and how I started a blog because of her.

Julie, this would be a painting that I think you would love. I already lost my USB plug in that had "Just Like Julia Child" on it in which I was dedicating that to you. You are a big part of my life, I love you, and I would not be a writer for the second time if it wasn't for you. I can't wait to meet you and I also can't wait until you see my blog.

Once again, but not forever...Thank you, Julie Powell.