I may need YOU!

A starving artist, that’s what I am…literally. Since I have health problems, Doctor and Hospital bills, and regular bills, the money coming in, doesn’t cover half! I need to live. Stressing about money doesn’t make me want to write, so, if anyone is able, and would be so kind, please donate to my cause so I can write a book already. And for those of you that know that I want to get some Stockard Channing ink, get the word out to people who can help my-charity-. Go here, and check it out, please… Dear Gilly, a novel — IndieGoGo. Thank you soooo much. Below is the link.

http://www.indiegogo.com/Dear-Gilly-a-novel?a=329425

Do you need me?

Excellent Editing, Writing, and Calligraphy

My (Intern)Ship has Come In!

I have stumbled upon an Internship that correlates with the job of my dreams; the writing and editing field. I shall report how it happened. I was looking on Craig’s List with hope (which I always have on Craig’s List, but always to no avail), but this time I got lucky when I responded to Derek Vasconi, and he asked me to work for him. It’s an internship, and that is something that I needed in my life, something to teach me the ins and outs of the publishing world, and what I need to do to write a book. Successfully at any rate. Now we all know that I want to write Stockard Channing’s biography. It’s not a secret. It’s also not something that could happen. In other words, I must not place all of my bets on that, though that is exactly what I want in my life. If that doesn’t happen I will be crushed.

Back to the subject at hand. I have an awesome internship, working (indirectly) with awesome people, and I love it! Now, I am here to sell some books!! Listen up people, I am going to need you to go to our website and peruse the books that are there, and pick one out.  This could be my big break. At least, I hope that it’s my big break. Well, they tell me that life is what you make of it, so I will be making it. I am going to work my ass off to make this work. People are going to buy books, books that I have edited (I don’t pick them, at least not yet), but I do edit them, well, at least I will be editing more in the future and I love it!

My boss, is extremely cool. He has made his business in a way where it’s not you banking on one of the major publishers to buy your book and give you an advance that you have to pay back when your book sells, or, if it sells. It’s also not a self publishing option. You are being published by an independent company that has everything that the major publishers and the self publishers offer, at the fraction of the cost.

Sakura Books (http://sakura-publishing.com/index.php) may be the answer to your prayers if you are meant to become a well known author. Our company offers several Services that any writer will actually want to utilize. We will do all of the following:

*Review your manuscript

*Ghostwrite your book

*Publish your Book

*Review your Book(s)

*Market your book

*E-Book Conversion

*Design your Cover, and

*Construct your website

Now, any writer can appreciate that, now can’t they? You can follow us on Twitter at @SakuraBooks, too. If you are a fan of my writing, you will like Sakura Publishing because I plan on becoming a huge part of the business. I know that I have a small following, due to my fan-fiction, and my blog dedicated to my lovely Stockard Channing. I know that I have several true, real friends that I can count on to make Sakura soar ”over the moon” and back.

Now, I have been quite busy for the company so-far, which is why my fan-fiction has suffered, as well as my blog. However, the more books that get sold, the more free time I will have. Now, I have read a few of our books on hand, because I will be reviewing them here and on other sites. I can tell you this: Courney Satckhouse’s book When Heaven Calls is a page turner. You literally will not be able to put it down, because it is a Sci-fi Noir (how cool does that sound?), Dan Picone’s poetry will hold you captivated in his book Lost Evidents. The @GlutenGladi8or will teach you what you should and shouldn’t eat with his book Defeat Wheat: Your Guide To Eliminating Gluten And Losing Weight, and to tell you the truth, Brian Gansmann makes a really pretty cover model…Did I really do my hair for this, is sure to be a best seller, you can check out Stephanie’s adorable blog here; http://www.didireallydomyhairforthis.com, and I think she’s got a few great points about the way women are treated by men.

You want to be on board with this from the beginning, before Sakura Publishing explodes all over the world. We will definitely appreciate our true fans.

Just in case you have doubts, look at our article (http://www.news4us.com/attention-all-awesome-authors-sakura-publishing-wants-you/2212383/), and decide for yourself. I assure you, you’ll never wonder if it was worth Doing your hair for.

Who knows? I might get Stockard’s attention after all.

All hail the Stockettes!!

Editor’s Note: This post is in response to one particular person and situation. It is written in an over-the-top fashion to get the attention from that person and get our point across. It was also written with a great deal of different opinions combined and is meant, for the most part to be humorous.

Lately one of my fellow Stockette’s came across an interesting ‘definition’ on the internet (and I use the term definition loosely) that pertained to our beloved Lady Stockard Channing. The words were cruel, ignorant, offensive, chauvinistic, rude, digusting, inaccurate, and did I mention ignorant? I do believe that innacurate and offensive describe them best, but I digress… I will not dignify the nauseating and repulsive ‘definition’ with a link, because the ‘author’ random contributing prick that wrote the distasteful, obnoxious irritatingly annoying little words does not deserve any more ‘hits’ on his (hers?) insulting and altogether sickening post. This is just a point that I am trying to prove to the world; Some people shouldn’t be allowed on the internet, or at least to contribute to any information that is accessible to innocent web surfers. To contribute any information online, you should at least have, oh, let’s say a sixth grade degree. To be perfectly honest, the web shouldn’t even be attainable to anyone that hasn’t a college degree, or, the equivalent of such (this is so I do not offend anyone that is actually, wait, what’s the word? Oh, yes, smart.). Why? You might ask. Well, I have just the answer; so mature, respectful and ethical people such as myself (you know, those of us that do have a moral compass that we use), do not have to spend their very precious time to right all of the wrongs in cyberspace. I am already tired of policing Twitter and (God help us) Facebook for ungodly mistakes in grammar, nonsense and the absolute worst; far too much information. Nobody wants to know what you had for dinner, if you did five loads of laundry yesterday, if your child was sick and puked all night, or that your idiot boyfriend is being an ass (which is about 90% of the time, yes?). We don’t want to know that you are spending quality time with your hubby, or that you just cut your grass, unless you are a person of interest to us. Guess what? You are not all that interesting. Okay? If you tweet about cutting your fucking grass all day, you had better be Ryan Reynolds, Matthew McConaughey, Bradley fucking Cooper, or someone nicknamed McDreamy or McSteamy, and attach a picture of yourself topless and sweating after you have cut your grass. Got it? If you are spending quality time with your boyfriend or your husband, and you feel the need to tell the world on Facebook, why don’t you make sure we care first? Don’t know if you qualify? Well, let me tell you if you do. Are you Jennifer Aniston? Are you Mariska Hartgitay? Are you Stockard Channing? If you answered no, then guess what? We don’t give a damn, so, shut your fucking mouth. Unless you have a degree.

Why am I so adament about halting the moronic imbiceles who lack the accurate brain cells from contributing their dumbass opinions on the web? I am tired, people. If you are bored, go play a damned video game instead of telling the world about what you think is clever. You know why? Because you don’t think! So… step… away… from… the… keyboard…NOW! You see, if you are feeble-minded, you are much more likely to win at a cartoon-like video game, than you are to impress anyone in the world with your opinion on something you know nothing about. Plus, I am a bit grouchy today and I was just listening to Metallica, which goes hand in hand with my angry feelings.

If you aren’t an ‘Italian’ Reality TV star (or any reality star, again, the word star is used loosely), an ‘Extreme Couponer’, A ‘Gypsy who is getting married at 16′ or are a member of the ‘Mobwives’, nobody is going to follow you on Twitter, Facebook, your lousy blog, random pages where you can comment, or places where you can make up your own definitions. Just because you happen to have a computer, and delusions of grandeur does not mean that you are even competent or qualified, or hell, even wanted to be a web editor. This is especially true (or would the idiots of the world rather me say ‘exspecially’?) if you cower behind a moniter with a fake name that you think is cute or endearing. Okay, so are you still with me dimwit, or did I lose you somewhere in the first sentence, or three paragraphs ago? It’s ok, you can join the thousands of other drones that have no idea what they are talking about.

Here’s what I am saying to you people (using the word people loosely as well): Shut the hell up. If the internet was the playground at school, your ass would get beat up every day because you are a senseless fool with a big mouth. Or, here is another scenario (hey, I’m on a roll tonight, okay?) if you were an inmate convicted of molesting a child or murdering elderly people, you would be the one who gets shanked. I would say “you know who you are”, but you’re a mindless loser who doesn’t even comprehend what this entire post is about. So, I will say, if this post does not penetrate deep enough inside your tiny, tiny, tiny little head, then YOU should STOP posting ANYTHING on the ENTIRE web. And, just so we’re clear, when you use ‘ALL CAPS’ to type with, those words are considered as virtual raised voices or even yelling. If you’ve gone past itilicizing and are on to capital words, it basically means that your stupidity has basically PISSED somebody off.

Now that I have all of that off of my chest (no, I am not done, not even close), to anyone who has something disagreeable to say about Stockard Channing, here I am. Say it to me, run it past me, get my thoughts on the subject. Because if my fellow Stockettes and I are deeply offended by something that you write, post, publicize or even think about, we will pounce. When I say pounce, I am being gracious. We have no intention of not leaving deep wounds and scars all over your entire life. Not just your physical self, but your entire world.  If you are stupid, leave Stockard Channing (you know, the wonderful actress who graduated summa cum laude from Radcliffe, known now as Harvard) out of it. Harvard, by the way, is an Ivy-League College you dim-witted ass, which is, I am quite sure a place that you have never even been, but also a place where you would never be welcome because they don’t concentrate their studies in the football huddles or the basketball courts that you are used to. They actually have books there! Real books, and real dictionaries written by people that can actually spell, not dictionaries that define slang words (which are basically words that dumb people construct because they don’t know the real words that are from the real dictionaries). Oh! So sorry, I’ve lost your dumb-ass again, haven’t I? A book is “a written or printed work of fiction or non-fiction, usually on sheets of paper fastened or bound together within covers”. That definition came strait from the dictionary that you lack (or use to prop up a piece of broken furniture in your idiotic world). Wait, I will give you a picture so you can keep up:

This is a Dictionary.

Not only is that a dictionary, it is a Latin one! Since you barely discern regular old English, we should probably stay away from Latin while you’re here. I will, however define summa cum laude for you; It is a noun (which is a person, place or thing, in case you didn’t know), meaning “with highest praise: used in diplomas to grant the highest of three special honors for grades (in your world, however, grades most-likely translate into F’s) above the average”. Probably something that you may have heard of on TV.

 

The Stockettes that I am referring to are not usually angered (well, one or two at a time, but rarely do we all flare up over something so indecent as a post about our crowned Lady, Stockard Channing- hence how we refer to ourselves) enough to respond with a bit of rage like this post. However, when we are this angry…you know, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”, and all of that, we become dangerous. That is not complimentary to you or your cause. We are, literally ‘out for blood’, with our talons extended, our mouths watering to quell your idiocy, and our sharp minds are honed and ready to rip you apart. Beware. Be careful. Be wise. Do not demean our Lady, or we will grasp your lack of intellect and use it as a tool, a formidable weapon far more impervious than anything that you could ever imagine in your own arsenol.

 

Oh! silly me, I forgot (that’s what happens to smart people, they make mistakes, and they learn from them, and the mistakes of others to increase their wisdom), I forgot to mention what in the world a Stockette is! So sorry for over-looking that small matter. I will now inform you, so you don’t have to wonder:

 

WORD: Stockette

DEFINITION: A highly devoted and intelligent fan of only the best actresses in the world, namely Stockard Channing, born February. 13, 1944, in New York City (otherwise known as Susan Antonia Williams Stockard Channing).

~A lover of the actress Stockard Channing-who has exceptional acting skills, and is gorgeous, with a fit body and a kind heart. Miss Channing is the recipient of five Tony Nominations and the winner of Two Tony awards, as well as various Emmy nominations (Two Wins) and Oscar Nominations. Miss Channing has starred in over 80 movies (both Screen and several made-for-TV), and over 50 Broadway plays since the age of 20.

~Someone that knows Stockard Channing has played more roles than “Rizzo in Grease”, 30+ years ago.

 ~Someone who prefers intillectually stimulating information, conversation and mainly entertainment. Stockette’s enjoy Plays and Musicals that tend to be “too smart” for the average man (or below average blogger).

Examples used in Sentences:

“I am a proud Stockette, an intellectual bad-ass who knows that Stockard Channing is one of the most beautiful and revered actresses ever to grace Hollywood, Broadway, and Television with her Presence.”

 ”Sorry, Stockettes don’t like gravy(111), but thanks anyway. We prefer more stimulating and intellectual people”.

 ”A pure Stockette does not makes him/herself look terribly idiotic when posting things on the internet. Or, at least we try.”

 ”Real Stockettes don’t make up ridiculous words that are not only offensive, but arbitrary and full of conjecture.”

 ”Stockette’s do not enjoy bureaucratic nonsense.”

 ”A Stockette will be out for blood if anyone were to intentionally discredit Stockard Channing in any way, shape, or form.”

 ”Some Stockette’s will ’ “cut a bitch” ‘ to protect their Lady Channing.”

There you have it. Any questions? Though doubtful, because stupid people are often lazy as well, you will see a small link below this post that says ‘comment’, and if you click on it (pay attention, now you little idiot), you can leave me a message, or in one certain person’s case, an apology.

My name is Shawna, and this is my blog. My twitter name is Stockardguru, if you’re up for a war of words (you can see my tweets in the right-hand column, if you need to stop and ‘think’ about which side that is go ahead…Ready now that you’ve figured it out, you fool?). There are no pretend names here, and there is even a picture of me off to the right (again, I will give you a moment…well, a little longer, because you will enjoy my photo tremendously because I am not only smarter than you, I am by far cuter…).

Okay, now that you are all caught up (or you may be dumb and a slow reader), I shall end my rant. I will also pray for you, because you clearly need assistance (no, not public assistance, which I am sure you know far too much about, because you are most-likely too lazy to have a job). Yeah, so…thanks for visting…and now you may resume watching your WWE wrestling match (which is fake, sorry to spoil it for ya, but honestly, someone would have to do it sooner or later, and while we’re on the subject of fakeness, so is Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny).

OH! Before you go, if you can’t locate a dictionary, you know a real one? They have them at your local LIBRARY. No, no, don’t worry! There are these people that work there called Librarians, and they know their ABC’s, they’ll help you along. By the way, you may find all of these big words in the dictionary. I am so glad I could help!

Taking Stock…

Of my collection.

Being a huge fan of Stockard Channing (as is well documented here within this blog), I wanted to start a collection of something meaningful and expressive of my respect and adoration of her. Since I have nearly all of her movies, as do many other people in the world, I wanted to do something different. So, after attending Pal Joey in late 2008, meeting Ms. Channing in person and getting  my playbill signed (and grabbing an extra handful of them, just in case, on my way out), I thought it would be a great idea to collect her playbills. Of course, I have since found a playbill here and there on eBay and such, and have snatched them up as quickly as I have found them. I found one that was signed already (and yes, I compared the signatures with my original), and the cover of another that was signed. So, I had three playbills that were signed by my Lady. Since December 2008, I have been buying any playbill that I can find, so I had about six to choose from to take with me to Ms. Channing’s last two performances that I attended. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to meet Lady Stockard after The Breath of Life (I tried to!), so they went unsigned…until now.

Pal Joey

My very first playbill…EVER!

When I last met Stockard Channing, I had three playbills in my possession that I was hoping to get signed. I could have been greedy and taken them all, but I honestly thought that meeting Stockard would be frenzied and rushed like it had been in when I met her in NYC. But, it wasn’t. This meeting was sweet, leisurely and very rewarding. If I would have taken all of my playbills, I have no doubt that Ms. Channing would have accommodated me in signing them. Silly me, I only took three. I carried them conveniently inside of my Coach, right there with my Sharpie markers.

As I mentioned above, I had bought two playbills that were already signed, so along with Pal Joey, I already had my ‘collection’ going. The first one that I found was from Hapgood, which is one of Stockard’s favorite performances. It is signed by many, if not all performers that were in the play. I then discovered (to my delight!), The House of Blue Leaves, also signed by Stockard Channing. However, this was not the entire playbill, but merely the cover, but beggars can’t be choosers, right?

       Hapgood                    The House of Blue Leaves

And so, I decided to take only three playbills with me to see The Importance of Being Earnest in Dublin. I had figured that if i got to meet my idol, I would already want her to sign the Earnest ‘programme’ anyhow, so I didn’t want to overwhelm her. On my first night meeting her in Dublin, I was able to get her to sign The Little Foxes (which I think my be my favorite, or at least the cover of it is), and Joe Egg, as it was one of Stockard’s best known performances for which she won a Tony award. She didn’t question me about my small batch of playbills, as I limited myself (damn it!). So, she signed these two for me (yes, with my famous silver Sharpie), while we stood and chatted for a few moments. how joyous for me to see that she wrote “Best wishes” on the both of them too! As a side note, I’m not so sure that she would have written that if she really knew what my ‘wishes’ really constist of…

The Little Foxes                              Joe Egg

On the actual night of the play, there was a great deal of picture taking, and autograph signing for Ms. Channing. Again, with my Sharpie, the black one this time (good thing I brought those, as nobody else had one!), she signed the programme that I bought at the play (yes, they sold them, they were not for free like in the States). This time, I got her to write my name as well (hoping, of course, that she might actually remember me just a bit for future reference, but I am not so sure that worked…hmmm)

                                                                                                                   The Importance of Being Earnest

When I handed her my last playbill to sign that night, I thought nothing of it, as it was my plan to procure for myself all of Stockard’s playbills, and get them signed eventually. This playbill, however, was a very dated one. Arsenic and Old Lace was from a 1970 performance. When Stockard looked at it, she seemed a bit surprised, and looked up at me with raised eyebrows, and in a way that she had not previously looked at me. This time, I was not just another person standing in line to get to meet her. This time, she actually saw me. As her look seemed quizzical, I replied nonchalantly “Oh, I collect all of your playbills. I want to get them all signed.” Stockard replied in a serious tone “That’s a really good idea!”

Arsenic and Old Lace

And, my latest addition that IS signed, although I have acquired quite a few (that I really coveted), including The House of Blue Leaves (two different productions! One had a ticket from the actual 1985 production inside of it!), and The Lion in Winter, and Two Gentleman of Verona.

A Day in the Death of Joe Egg

I probably should have added that this might end up being quite a difficult and daunting task, as some of them are terribly hard to find, if they even exist at all! So, now that Lady Stockard thinks I have a great idea (I am quite clever), I am on a wild goose chase to find all of her playbills so that one day, I will have a complete collection of autographed playbills by my favorite person in the world (an idea, by the way, that I hope nobody else latches on to, as then it would not be unique to me, which was kind of the point to begin with). So, at this point in time, I have 13 signed playbills, 17 unsigned playbills, and about 22 (that I am even aware of) that I do not have. If anyone is willing or able to add to my collection (or know of any place where such gems could be found, besides eBay, of course), please feel free to do so. Since I last updated this page, I have found more playbills, and the last time that I met Miss Channing (which was the fourth time that I have met her, and was outside of the Mitzi E Newhouse theatre after she performed in Other Desert Cities). These are my latest acquisitions:

Other Desert Cities (January 2011)

The Lion in Winter

No Hard Feelings (1973)

Woman in Mind

The Ever Elusive; Two Gentlmen of Verona!

I will now add a list all of the playbills that I still lack (well, those that I am aware of):

Measure of Measure

Peace

Vanities  (1976)

As you like it

The Homecoming

Jake’s Women

Adaptation-Next

After the Fall

Game of Adam and Eve

The Lesson

The innocent party

Wax Museum

Midsummer Night’s Dream

Everyman

Trojan Women

Three Penny Opera

The Exonerated (London Production in 2006)

Arms and the Man (1966, Boston Production)

From LaughingStock Productions.

Since some of Stockard Channing’s movies are rather difficult to find, I decided that I would copy the elusive ones from VHS to DVD, so that others may enjoy them as well. This way, all of the Stockette’s from the Stockard Channing Face Book Group can all discuss the movies.

Many of us have not seen every single movie that Stockard has starred in, but I, of course have 99% of them. Here I will list the movies that I have and if anyone is interested, email me at essayedits@yahoo.com and include your own email address, and list the movies that you want. I will copy the movies and send an invoice through paypal, from LaughingStock productions (lol). Of course, I have not gotten all of the movies copied as if yet, but I have a handful of them, and the ones that I do have are pretty good. So, here is a list of all that I have to sell if anyone would like them.

I also have a few extra items that may be of interest to anyone else, which I will also list. If anyone has any questions, I will be happy to answer them. Among the Stockard Channing movies I have available are:

Silent Victory: The Kitty O’Neil Story 

This is a biographical made for TV movie that was recorded in 1979. Stockard Channing plays Kitty O’neil, a real woman who, depite being deaf, overcomes every obstacle in her life to be not just good, but better than others at all that she does. She brokes many records in her life, found love and fought the world and all of the evil within the world to excel at everything that she did.

Kitty O’Neil was an advocate for the deaf, and thanks to her mother, she lived a normal life. She was taught to speak normally and read lips, and never learned sign language because her mother wanted her to have as normal a life as possible.

Stockard’s performance in this movie is ineffible. No words can describe to do it any justice at all.

An Unexpected Family  &  An Unexpected Life

 Two Made for TV movies, this is about a single woman who works in a prestigious New York City museum, who is asked by her sister to babysit her children (her niece and nephew). Her sister ends up running off and abandoning the inept Barbara Whitney with children that she does not know how to handle.

Of course, Whitney grows fonder of the kids as time goes on, and becomes more motherly than she ever thought she was capable of doing. Just as Barbara decides that the children are a much larger part of her life than ever, her wacky sister comes back to claim them. A court case ensues and the fate of the children is decided.In the second movie Barbara falls in love and becomes pregnant (The only pregnant Stockard that we have ever seen), and ended up with an  entire family that was never planned. This movie is how Whitney adapts to things that she never wanted, but ended up with anyway.

           Safari 3000

Fun with a monkey, a hunky race-car driver, and a terribly fascinating race in Africa,  Journalist J.J. Dalton finds herself in the middle of some very strange situations. This movie is witty, clever, and interesting as all of the drivers in the race try to outwit one another, it is a race to the finish line for the cash prize. Along the way, Dalton takes many a picture, loses many a camera and gains a sweet little monkey, and of course…love. Now who doesn’t like a story with all of the above (especially when there is a one Stockard Channing involved in it, right?). It also includes a sexy little love scene as well as a few very romantic evenings for Dalton.

Sweet Revenge

One of Stockard’s most elusive movies (very hard to find, especially for a decent price, I think I  paid nearly $50.00 for this movie, but worth it).

In this move, Stockard Stars opposite Sam Waterston and is basically a theif. But, she’s very good at it. Vurrla Kowsky finds herself in a little pickle: she might wind up in jail if she doesn’t stop stealing cars just so she can buy her dream car. Vurrla (or whatever her name is in any given scene) is haunted by her past but is not yet ready to embrace reform. Everything works out in the end. She’s like Rizzo, but older and more bad-ass. Speaking of ass, in this one you get to see Stockard sans clothing (don’t get too excited, it’s just a microsecond long, so pay attention!).

     

             Pal Joey

   One of Stockard Channing’s gem of a musical. The story of poor Joey who meets rich Vera Simpson who cajoles and seduces the lonely cougar so that he may gain from her a world in which he wishes to live. Whether you see it live or on a recorded DVD, this musical is absolutely fabulous. Stockard sings, dances, and pretty much steals the show. For those of you who have this DVD, you know what I am talking about. For those of you who have not seen it (the entire thing) it is one of the best performances that Stockard gives in her entire career.

One copy has Risch in it, the other Hoff. Risch is highly recommended, Hoff is not. He lacked chemistry with our favorite Lady.

 

 

   Confessions Of an Ugly Step-sister

 Confessions of an Ugly Step-sister is based upon the written novel of the same name by Gregory Maguire (who is the genius behind Wicked, which prompted the hit Musical that is a mainstay on Broadway. Stockard portrays Margarethe Fisher Van Den Meer, a mother, laden with two daughters, one who is thought to be homely, and the other is not bright (though she is in her teens, she thinks like a child). Arriving in her original hometown in Holland, Margarethe attempts to reclaim her grandfather’s large state. When she arrives, however she finds that he has died and his home has been sold off. Poor, hungry and broken, the three women accused of witchcraft find solace in the local painters home as his household help. Eventually Margarethe sets her sights on the wealthy Van Den Meer household which consists of a handsome widower and his beautiful daughter Clara. She convinces Van Den Meer to marry her, for his wife is long dead (again, of course, slightly different than the book, as usual).

Like all of Maguires stories, this is based on a fairy-tail, but changed into a formate that is more realistic, as if it actually happened. He puts lives and characters into action in ways that we have never seen before. And Miss Channing looks grand while she is decked out in those beautiful gowns with (I must admit) a great deal of decollatage. The movie is very worth watching and brings Cinderella and her ‘ugly, mean step-sisters’ into a real family that is just misunderstood. 

 

Other Movies that are available right now:

• Sunday’s at Tiffany’s (2010)   
• Mr. Willowby’s Christmas Tree
• The Prosecutors
• Tidy Endings
• A Time of Destiny
• Table Settings (a professionally recorded play)
• Lily Dale
• Lucan
• Not my Kid

Each movie is $10.00 (that includes shipping). If there are multiple movies shipped at once, there will be a discounted price. If there is a movie that you want but do not see, ask, I may be able to get it. Even regular DVD’s, see photo’s below;          

 

                              

 The Top Shelf (in no Particular Order, honestly) 

Seen in this photo:

Sparkle, A Girl Thing ( terriffic mini-series), Twilight, Anything Else, The Piano Man’s Daughter, To Wong Foo-Thanks for everything, love Julie Newmar, Smoke (in which the Channing wears an eyepatch with one hell of a Brooklyn accent!), Jack, Up Close & Personal, Sweet Revenge, Red Mercury, Other Voices, Married to It, 3 Needles (very disturbing and eye opening movie)., The Room Upstairs, Heartburn, The Truth about Jane, Must Love Dogs, The Big Bus, Staying Together David’s Mother, LeDivorce, Behind the Red Door (starring Keifer Sutherland and Keira Sedgewick). 

 

 

The Second Shelf (and again, there is no favoritism here, just sitting on a shelf):

 Seen in this photo:

The Stockard Channing Show, The Girl Most Likely to…, Six Degree’s of Seperation, Multiple Sarcasms, Practical Magic, The Hospital, The Business of Strangers, Isn’t she Great (she really is), Hitler: The rse of Evil, Grease (sigh), Perfect Witness, Where the Heart is, The First Wives Club (Cynthin-Swann dive and all), Edie & Pen (with that sexy love scene), Cheap Detective, Echoes in the Darkness, The baby Dance, Meet the Applegates, & The Men’s Club.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

 

This third Shelf is far less cerimonious, because the bulk of the shelf is filled with my collection of the West Wing Series,( Which I love, love, LOVE, because it contains one of the best female television characters ever written: Abigail Bartlet).

Silent Victoty:  The Kitty O’neil story (which is literally my favorite Stockard Channing movie), The Matthew Shepard Story (times 2), Micheal the Vistor ( a claymation Chrstmas Story), and finally, The Fish that Saved Pittsburgh. Again, none of these are in any particular order.                                                                                                              

 

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

The fourth and final shelf of my amazing collection contain some of the rare and hard to find movies.

Here are the contest of the final shelf:

Safari 3000, Sunday’s at Tiffany’s, Without a Trace, Tidy Endings, A time of Destiny, Lily Dale, An Unexpected Family, an Unexpected life, Lucan, Table Settings (A professional recorded play), Not My Kid, and finally one of the best jewels in my box: The Fortune.  

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

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Newhouse State of Mind- Thanks to Stockard

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

Each time that the lovely Stockard Channing becomes engaged in a play, anywhere, I do my best to attend. When I hear that she is coming (or going, in some cases), I will usually purchase my tickets early, just to ensure that I have them. This was extremely smart of me to do when Other Desert Cities was announced about four months ago. Because the play was off Broadway at the Mitzi E. Newhouse  theatre, which is quite intimate and where there are very few seats to be had! 

This particular theatre holds literally 118 seats (click on seating chart link)! And I had two of them. The play, written about a young  troubled daughter of an affluent Palm Springs couple who writes her latest book–about her older troubled brother who had committed suicide– is one that greatly upsets her parents, younger brother and recovering alcoholic aunt. Sadly, I cared not about the plot (though it was a very deeply political drama). I merely cared that I was once again seeing Lady Channing, whom I greatly adore. Though I had a seat almost behind the stage (it was curved), my seats were, quite frankly bad-ass!

I had tickets in row B, so I assumed I would be in the second row. I was not in the second row. I was in the very first row, and my knees where literally touching the small barrier that ran in a circle touching the stage. Yes, I could have simply stepped over it and stood on the stage (which I would have done, had I not been ready to stake out the back of the theatre for Miss Channing). I had an agenda. Meet Stockard, behind whatever barricades were shielding her from my very innocent self), throw her a letter from me, with a small envelope with one thing to autograph and perhaps get her to autograph a few more of those  playbills that I collect. I had meant to put about two of the playbills that I brought with me into the envelope (that I addressed to myself and stamped too!), but before Stockard came out, Linda Lavin (who played Aunt Silda) came out (with three attendants) and so I asked her if she would sign the playbill (well, she was Alice for God’s sakes!), and she said she would only sign one thing, and one thing only and no picture (but she did not say it nicely). However, she did sign my playbill, and since I (had two others in my hand, I quickly slipped that one into the envelope to be signed instead of sacrificing any of my hard-to-find-one-of-a-kind playbills that I had, just in case the Channing didn’t feel like indulging my good self. So, I stood there waiting for my lady to come out, expecting her tiny little self to be surrounded by bodyguards (or at least one). She came out all right, but there were no body guards. In fact, there was one person with her to begin with, and she was hardly a bodyguard. As I was star-struck (like normal), at the Channing, I eyed her companion with a bit of knowledge. I greeted Stockard, and think I even called her that, while I usually call her Ms. Channing.  After I said hello to Stockard and asked her if I could get her autograph, I greeted her friend, who just happened to be Two and a Half Men star Holland Taylor. I was like. “Holland Taylor?” And she replied “Yes,” and smiled (I have always liked her, she’s fiesty, and I love her name!). How awesome was that? Apparently, Holland and Stockard are friends, because I recall asking if they were friends and Stockard (I believe) said “Oh yes”. And Miss Taylor replied “Very good friends.” Jealous, am I! So, when I handed my playbills to Ms. Channing (there were five, yes, five! What is wrong with me?), Miss Taylor offered Stockard her back to write on. Now that is a good friend. And yes, I brought my own Sharpie’s again, good thing.

At this point my mother and I (who had the camera, and did a great job I’ve gotta say) had our backs to the door leading to the street. As Stockard approached me to get my playbills, I told said, “I am the girl you met in Dublin, who collects your playbills.” and STOCKARD SAID “I thought that was you!” (Hello! I could have fainted). She signed all of my bills and stood while I spoke to her. I know that I said “I knew that was a wig!” about her hair in the play and she laughed and said that yes it was a wig. I told her something about wanting to get a good photo of the two of us together, since we have several, but none of them are perfect. So she was going to pose with me (all this time, mom was snapping pics, props to her). So, as I was speaking to her, mother was taking photo’s and I can only imagine what I was saying (God help me). I have had this big thing about her never having said my name, I just wanted to hear her say it. So, I asked her if she would say my name (at this point we were sort of face to face). It should be mentioned that she was smiling and grinning the whole time, as she was genuinely happy (probably happy to see Holland Taylor and not me…). She said ok, and I swear she started “Sha…) but me, being, well, me, blurted out my name, so now I will never know if she actually recalled my name from Dublin, however, one can hope, right? She did say it though, and twice!

                               

I also told her that I was getting angry at the other actors in the play who were yelling at her character and that had it been a real situation, I was about to be up on that stage in a heartbeat. She and Holland both laughed and Holland (who is fab, btw), said “I was too starting to get a little angry”. To which Stockard laughed and replied, “Well, I got to yell back a few times at least.” Then I gave her my envelope that I had brought and told her what was inside. There was a letter from myself which I asked Stockard to “please, please read it, please?!” And a series of questions that I had typed up from what all of us girls were discussing on the Stockard Channing Facebook page. I remember telling her something about the girls and “Gilly and I”, but I didn’t really elaborate. I told her that if they were too invasive to feel free to not answer them, but I thought she might find them interesting and amusing at least. I also told her (I think) that if she did answer them and didn’t want them known to anyone else, that they would never be, because I am not out to exploit her.

Then, she posed with me, and we got our best picture to date;

I mentioned something about reading an article in which Stockard referred to herself as ‘The Worst Celebrity Ever’ and that perhaps she should re-think that because she already is very unappreciated for the caliber of actress that she is (but then again, her acting speaks for itself, right? No awards needed, simply income and self gratification). She listened patiently, however, as kind as she is…

                                                      

Then we said our good-byes (tears in my pretty blue eyes, Stock!) and I was left to stand alone, ponder my great fortune at meeting her (without barriers, guards, other annoying fans like that group of gals in Dublin, and bitter cold), and watch her walk out of sight. But before she left and got into the car that was waiting for she and her lovely friend, I got one last hug—and it wasn’t all me, it was mutual:

  Best picture…EVER!

Womens Suffrage

With all this talk about equality for homosexuals (totally for it, btw), it got me thinking: what about equality for women? Women are snubbed in a huge variety of ways. We get paid less than men (.77 cents for each dollar that a man makes). Yet when most women do succeed, they often get accused of ‘sleeping their way to the top’. Let me tell the world something; not all women are harlots, whores, sluts, tramps, or whatever other word you would like to call them. I think that it is time that the women of the world (those whom deserve it, not the actual women that do fit these roles) should begin to earn a little respect. Some women take sexual relationships seriously and do not do things on a whim. If a woman has sex with a man–any man–she gets labeled. Yet the man gains popularity and respect. What if it was the man who pursued the woman, and the woman believed that she was entering a relationship that was safe and satisfying, yet she is used instead? Does that make her a branded woman? In this day and age when women are expected and even do perform more functions in their lives than ever, shouldn’t they get a little bit of respect?

When Hillary Clinton ran for President, everyone asked, “Is the world ready for a woman president?” What? The very question alone answers itself. If you must ask, you are not ready. So, I say to you why? What makes Hillary Clinton less qualified to be the President than any one? She presided over this country beside her husband for eight years, and she was qualified then. What would make her not good enough to do the actual job that she had more experience with than Barack Fauxbama (sorry, but I hate the guy, and he was the least qualified of any candidate that ever even thought of running)? Hillary Clinton has since been a Senator, longer, I might add than Fauxbama was a Senator. She also voted on a great deal of bills in the Senate than Mr. Obama did, because he was rarely interested.  Hillary Clintion has been involved in our government for over 15 years, yet she was/is not qualified? What is wrong with this country that an empty suited man can win the biggest seat in our government merely because he is a man and not a woman? Plenty is wrong with this country.

There is a double standard in this world that is a huge problem, and it must stop! America is the country of freedom, yet we are more supressed than ever. We are supposed to have freedom of speech, yet if something is said that others do not agree with or are offended by, those people become in great danger of losing respect, their jobs, their station in life. However, they are supposed to be allowed to speak their own opinions. Yet, celebrities that use their own opinions to sway fans into voting for a particular party (Jay-Z speaking out for Obama for instance) are lauded for their opinions, and their freedom of speech. Why is this so?

My government should not be allowed to tell me whether or not I can or cannot have an abortion. Not that I would if I had the option, but it would be MY decision and my decision alone. It is my body, and what my doctor does with me in their exam rooms are supposed to be protected and between us only. So, how is abortion even an issue? Of course there should be standards with the action of abortion (it should be allowed before the fetus is viable). I am a woman, and I am sick and tired of being pushed around! I work hard at my job, I treat others with respect, I take care of my friends and family, and I support myself all by myself (this is not a post about my flaws, that shall come later). When do I get the respect that I deserve? When do all of the women get the respect they deserve?

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Women raise children alone when the father leaves to escape his responsibilities. Often, these women do not get financial support for a child that someone else is also   responsible for. For hundreds of years women have been abused by the men that are supposed to love them. How is that acceptable? It isn’t. When Lady Stockard Channing portrayed the First Lady of the United States on The West Wing, her character often stood up for women’s rights. The violence against women act, fighting a bill with an anti-abortion amendment…Those are the types of people that should be running this country, not pretending to do it on TV (not that I am saying that Stockard Channing herself should be the First Lady in real life because I KNOW it was just a character, but her First Lady blows the real life First Lady away! Especially in evening-wear and intelligence). Women need to get together and stick up for themselves and demand respect! There are plenty of ways to do it without being labeled a bra-burner or a hard-core feminist. I suggest that any woman who reads this post take a look at a few websites that promote the equality of women so that we can make changes in this world, and stop getting taken advantage of. Visit the Nationial Organization of Women (NOW) website and sign up to get email updates. Write to your Senator, or your Representative (try to use your own words instead of the bulk of the pre-written statements that the site provides), and tell them how you wish that they will vote. THAT is how this country is supposed to work. We vote for people who will support and defend us, and keep our best interest in mind. Become empowered, ladies and teach your daughters to do the same. I deserve respect, and so do you. When a man treats you like a number or a notch on his belt, that does NOT mean that you are the bad guy. It is he who takes advantage of multiple women and brags about it that is wrong and contributing to the disrespect of women everywhere. No man should have that power for any reason.

Also, just so you know fella’s, when women wear attractive clothing that may be a bit revealing and sweet smelling perfume to make them feel good, or sexy underthings to boost their confidence, it is not for you. It is not an invitation to be taken advantage of. Most women do those things for themselves, to feel our best, to be stylish or to feel feminine. If an attractive woman wants you, then you should get down on your knees and thank the heavens above because frankly, you guys aren’t always worth it. You treat a woman with respect (especially if you’ve slept with her) and handle yourself properly and you can consider yourself a man. You play with her emotions and her heart and then treat her as if she isn’t worth your time unless it’s in a bed and you can consider yourself a boy, and, most-likely a perpetual one (especially if your mother still takes care of you and you allow her to do so).

The Importance of meeting Stockard

If I were Stockard Channing, I would be tired (yet amused) by me, Shawna Blake. My friends do call me ‘Stalker Channing’. Though it is in jest, it sometimes make me feel bad. The word ‘stalking’, suggests something sinister, and I don’t have any threatening or wicked thoughts toward Ms. Channing. There is a fine line between stalking someone (especially a celebrity), and just being fascinated by them and taking every opportunity that you get to either meet them or speak with them, or even get them to notice you. Stalking is no joking matter, really, so allow me to make it widely understood and very clear that I am most certainly not Lady Channing’s stalker. I am in love with the woman, yes, but in an adoring, sweet, admiring, and highly respectful way. So, when she is appearing in a play—anywhere—I do my best to attend. Though I have seen only a precious few (and all of them only once, isn’t that idiotic?), I am enamored by her performances. This time, it is with great delight that I report my experience of witnessing The Importance of being Earnest at The Gaiety Theatre in Dublin, Ireland. Yes, Ireland. Having never seen this play, I was very eager to, as I had heard rave reviews about it from everyone that has seen it. Before I review the play itself, I must speak of meeting the lovely (quite shy and reserved) Lady.

Did I follow Stockard around Dublin? Hell, no. Did I stake out the back of the theatre? Hell yeah! Did it pay off? Well…It absolutely did. Though I hadn’t yet attended the play, I knew what time it might end, so I got myself there on time. The plan was to wait in that alley until she came out. While I sat there, several men from inside the theatre inquired about whom I wished to meet, and I was certainly not shy about saying who I was there to adore! And, so I waited (actually, I waited for quite some time, and stubbornly, until my mother & sister forced me, yes forced me to a pub across the street with a window view of said alley to have a beer). When I finally escaped them, there was someone else there waiting to meet her as well (a nice gal by the name of Sarah, whom graciously took a photo of myself and Ms. Channing), and a picture with Stockard Channing is worth more than a pot of gold, isn’t it? And really, it could be quite rare to obtain a quality photo in a dark, dingy (urinal) alley. Yes, I said urinal, but that is a completely separate blog post (seriously).

So, upon being forced to go ‘have a beer’, we decided on a small restaurant/bar directly across the street from the alley, that was also (conveniently) on the second floor. I made sure we got a seat by the window. Of course, I couldn’t see down the length of the alley, but I could see into about a quarter of it. I could also see the opening, and kept alert at whatever was happening below. When I noticed that the otherwise slow and empty street there were small groups of people walking down it, I assumed that the play, The Importance of Being Earnest was over. I was correct in assuming so. I left my mother and sister in my dust at the bar and ran down the stairs to wait for Ms. Channing (good thing I was wearing my Coach Flats instead of my heels). I was on a mission, and nobody, other than the good Channing herself, was going to stop me. And so I met her (for the second time in my life). And, unlike my first meeting with Ms. Channing, this time I was able to have an entire conversation with her. Unfortunately, I was so nervous that I can barely recall much of it but I do remember some of it.

She extended her hand toward me and said hello, and I told her my name, and we began to talk. I did tell her that she was my favorite person in the world (besides my family-I know, very lame, but also very true), to which Ms. Channing responded with a smile and “Oh!” I did ask her to sign two playbills that I had in my possession (yes, I was carrying them around just for the occasion), and she said sure. She felt for a pen, and looked back at the stage door like she might go back inside to fetch one, but I produced one of my two Sharpie markers (which I also had in my possession just for such an occasion). To which Channing said, “Oh! You came prepared.” And I told her yes. I know I asked her if she had gotten a letter that I had sent her a few weeks earlier, and she responded “No, I didn’t get a letter”, in a surprised and questioning manner. I can’t remember whether I got my picture taken earlier or later in the conversation, as it was a bit fuzzy, because of my nerves. But, Sarah, Channing’s other fan took a photo of me and Channing, thankfully, as my mother and sister were taking their sweet time paying the bar tab. I did tell her that my mother and sister wanted me to have a beer with them instead of waiting in the alley, and when we had finished talking to each other (after about ten minutes) she said “Now you can go have that beer”. Lol.

Though I met Stockard that night, I still hung out at the stage door the following night to meet her again. This time, however, I was with my mother, sister, and close friend, Gilly, who is also a huge Stockard fan. Gilly and I met through an online Facebook page called The Stockard Channing Facebook Group that she set up for Stockard Channing fans and we have become very good friends over the last ten months. Since she lives in the UK, and I in the States, we decided to meet in Dublin. So, technically, we had Ms. Channing to thank twice for bringing us together.

After the play, Gilly and I (knowing exactly where to go) went around the block to the back of the stage door to wait for   Ms. Channing. We ended up chatting up one of her co-stars, Rory Nolan, who played Algernon (Lady Bracknell’s nephew) in the play. He was very kind, and spoke very friendly with us. He asked where we were from because he noticed our very different accents than his own, and why we had come so far to see the play, and we told him that we were enamored with Stockard. He signed my programme (as they say in Ireland and the UK), and asked us “Weren’t you two sitting in the front row?” We replied that we were, but how did he know that? He told us that he could see us from the stage. At first that excited us, but then we realized that Lady Channing could see us as well, and we probably looked silly staring up at her throughout the play (which we absolutely were, or, at least I know I was). We told him we wanted to ask Channing out for a Guinness, but we really should have asked him, because he was a really cool guy.

Then…Stockard came out. My goodness.

You would think that having just met her the previous night (and once before) I would have been cool as a cucumber. Not so much. I was still rather nervous. But, as I have mentioned in previous posts, Stockard Channing calms me somehow, so even if I run on about the mouth about nothing I am still very subdued.

Gilly was on one side of the alley, I on the other, while mother and sis  were poised in between somewhere to capture us with several camera’s. When she came out, she surveyed the crowd (I was standing on the same side of the alley as the door she emerged from, but further down, so Gilly could meet her first. Gilly met her alright. Stockard extended her hand to Gilly and said “Hello”. Gilly, having her hands full, fumbled for a moment and stuttered a few words, and said that her name was Gilly, while shaking hands. Gilly, having been very nervous, had said her name a little chirpily. So, Stockard said “Hi, Gill-ay.” Poor Gilly was almost horrified that her idol mispronounced her name. But she got to talk to her and told her how wonderful she was in the play, and she thanked her for all the joy that Stockard has given her through her films. She got her picture taken with Ms. Channing several times. After a few moments, Gilly gestured to me to explain to Channing that we had met through her, and Stockard turned to me, smiled and said “Oh, yes, I remember her from last night.” (!) She remembered me from the previous night!!

I came forward, and we got our photo taken together, Gilly, Stockard and I, while talking and laughing the entire time. Stockard slipped her arm around my waist and then offered to sign our programmes. Again, I offered her my Sharpie, and she used it to sign her autograph on the items that we had brought. Gilly had brought along the DVD cover of The Girl Most Likely to… (the black cover version with Stockard’s face on it) to be signed in addition to her programme. Stockard was using the black Sharpie (I had a silver one as well), and I offered it to her for the black cover, but she had already begun to sign on the headband of the picture on the cover (I wasn’t about to argue with the Lady Channing, ok?). After Gilly’s things were signed, and Gilly told her that The Girl Most Likely to… was one of our favorites, she was set to sign my items. I had brought an old playbill (as we say in the US), and the programme from the play. I asked her to sign my name in the Earnest programme and she did so. Here’s where it gets interesting: I gave her another playbill to sign (from 1970, I collect them), and she looked up at me curiously, as it was the third old playbill that I had her sign in Dublin), so I explained, “I collect your playbills. I want to get all of them signed.” That seemed to impress her greatly as she looked at me and said in her serious tone (but with a smile) “That’s a really good idea!” And she signed my playbill for me.

We kept conversing with Stockard & my sis (or my mother) kept taking photo’s of the greatness, so that we would have them for posterity’s sake. They even got pictures with Stockard as well, even after making fun of me for following her all the way to Dublin and for being so awed by her.

              Chatting with Channing

                                                                                             My sister and Lady Channing

Then my mother got into the action. She said to Ms. Channing, “My daughter is a huge fan of yours and I am supposed to tell you that you can have her.” Stockard laughed and said “I can have her?!” a bit incredulously with a chuckle. I was standing next to her when this happened so I patted her arm and said “I figure since you don’t have any children that you might want to take me.” and she laughed again and said, “Well, we’ll talk about that later.” I forgot to ask her when! Damn!

                    

Of course, there were other people waiting to meet the lovely gracious, fabulous and cute actress, so we had to eventually move aside (reluctantly, again). But, in the meantime, Stockard used my Sharpie to sign everyone’s items (how clever of me to bring those markers just for that very reason!). When she was finished, she held the Sharpie up, and I went and reclaimed it. Refgret not hugging her though when I did this (sigh), I have got to learn to think faster on my feet. So, now, both Sharpies are encompassed within my Stockard Channing ‘shrine’ (I don’t really have  a ‘shrine’, just a nice collection).

We adore you, Lady Stockard Channing, and thank you immensely for the wonderful and friendly meeting that you awarded us with.

                                            

                                    The Best photo of the night                           My two mom’s (lol)