Um ... sorry 'bout that

Folks, your friendly neighborhood entertainment reporter is under the weather hence her absence from this blog. I'm sorry I didn't post an "I'm out of the office" until Monday post, but I was sick and my boss was politely telling me I needed to scat home so I was only able to warn people who call me and e-mail me that I wouldn't be at work.

But the blog readers! The poor readers! All staring at that same picture of Waking Ashland all the time? People who want to read about local acts coming to town, my disdain for how everyone's going to The Save Mart Center, even allegedly The Amazing Disappearing/Reappearing TV show killing, Dave Chappelle (thanks Angela). What about Matildakay? NL? Angela? Big Sis? Vikki? JR? Spiderbaby? Doug? Baketown? My friends and the local actors at all the theaters? The musicians, like The Dalloways? The bar buddies? Ms. M and Monty? Dave? Even Murph! I haven't written one thing worth his steaming vitriol! I'm slacking!

But seriously, to all the folks who read this thing and those who I didn't name, but know this blog better than me, thanks for sticking through it even when I flake out on you, get sick and go ghost for nearly two weeks.

But by Monday I should be tanned (well, I'm sort of permenantly tanned, but I could go darker. DARKER! DAMMIT!), ready and rested. But for now I'm going to tantilize you with little nuggets of news and my life until I'm back to 100 percent of my healthy mental capacity. (Not that I was ever all that well in the head to begin with .)

Look forward to blogs on my cat being shaved and now looking utterly ridiculous; Big Sis returning to Bako for Big Fun; fun at Azul; the new Mama Roombas being one of the flyest spots in town (and it's owner Vince being a friendly cutie); the horror known as The Click Five, the first ever faux hipster/pop punk/80s/fake mod boy band; my adventures with AJ & Mike (The Soulsteppers) and working on an album their putting together (I'm all kinds of fake soul on that shizznit. It's sweet.); Oakland Rhapsody, the musical I wrote that won't die; regular theater folks I ran into (Gwen, you didn't tell me you were heading over to the Spotlight on the regular? Dish! Dish, hon! And someone do a musical so Monique Gomez can be in it. That girl can serve a great burger at the Red Robin, but she seriously needs to be on a stage; Monty's gigs are being extended into September; and my seasonal, August/September mental breakdown.

And did anyone see Sheila McClure in a TV commercial the other day on UPN, but since I'm home all day with nothing but daytime TV to keep me company I sure as hell did! Go Sheila! A matter of fact a lot of you theater people are popping up in local TV commericals. Make that money, Bakerinos!

Oh! And my friends Beaux (That's Radio Shack Rhaim to you) and Ahm TOTALLY got married! Beaux looked pimpalicious in his suit and Ahm, girl, you come from an UNNATURALLY good looking family. I mean, damn. Just damn. Your homefolks are gorgeous. Of course you're gorgeous, so it makes sense.

And Doug, Andrew and Danielle R.? Did you know I'm acutally considering buying a copy of "Sin City?" Even though I stand by my belief that DUDE, that movie is disturbingly violent. It got under my skin, man. I loved it. But it still gives my nightmares and fills me on occasion with empty pits of dispair -- like Terry Gilliam's "Brazil."

So now it must be mine. I want the one with Bruce and Jessica Alba on the cover because it's their story line that causes my the most mental anguish.

Look for more bands, more folks, more gossip, more news, more concerts, more reviews, more bar stories, more everthing when I get back. And (wink, wink) maybe even a little podcasting. That'll be different. Also look to the coming weeks when bakersfield.com is going to have a real page for its entertainment section! A home for all my random news! Hey, maybe I can finally just make this a comment blog where I complain about music I don't like, scream about the folks I love and write essays on things like "manties (thanks AJ)" -- also known as "man panties."

I'll get better. You'll find some other stuff to read and we'll all get back together on Monday.

Love,

Danielle