February 24th, 2006

I got this email today:

Person: Seinfeld or Sex&thecity
Subject: Natashalevinger we can only bring back one of 'em. YOU decide.

Whoa. I mean I knew I was important in the world of television, but it didn't really hit home until I checked my email today. I probably shouldn't even be telling you I got this email because it's probably not even public yet that they are going to do this in the first place! But this was too big to keep to myself. Sometimes you need to go to your posse, your cadre, your kabal if you will and say hey this happened and this is what I'M dealing with. So I'm sure your life is really full of heavy decisions right now but these are the kind of responsiblities I'm asked to fulfill on a DAILY basis. Now of course it's a no brainer. I hate Sex & the City. But I know that a lot of people are going to be disappointed when they realize that I, Natasha Levinger, made the decision to not bring it back. And I'm going to take a lot of heat from a lot of women who think all women in NYC run around in tutus like SJP. Well, they DON'T. But regardless they're going to hate me now. It's just one of the drawbacks to being a heavy hitter in Hollywood, EXCUSE me.

By the way, did anyone see the Project Runway reunion? That poor lady who was clearly off her meds and they just let her speak like she shouldn't have been force fed some Lithium immediately? I didn't like that part so much.
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February 23rd, 2006

I just saw the story about the 8 people in Nebraska who won 22 million EACH in the lottery ($325 million total). They worked the 2nd and 3rd shifts in a meat packing factory. Those were the most adorable group of people I could imagine to win. They were all so sweet and nice, I really didn’t expect that story to go all Oprah on me (leave me in a puddle of tears) but it did. A group of them actually went to work the next day! They asked them why on earth they did that and one guy said, “Management has been good to us. We couldn’t leave them in a bind.” What? What is this the 1950s? Did they also walk there 5 miles through a blizzard? Oh my God they are the most adorable people ever! Another guy worked the entire week on the GRAVEYARD shift because, “I didn’t want to let down my co-workers.” I think these guys have some SERious responsibility and guilt issues. They should use some of that money for therapy.*


*just kidding! I love you Nebraska meat packing lottery winners!
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February 22nd, 2006
CATS!!!!!!

Clearly you people are dying for cat entries. Unfortunately I am too retarded to know how to post pictures without Brett's help and he is in NYC so you're outta luck. Here is a verbal (as opposed to visual) update:

Our two new cats are named Sir Winston Gregory and Gracie. Sir Winston just goes by Greg. Or Gregory if he's nasty. We initially named them George and Gracie but I decided that was too cute. But i love Gracie Allen enough that Gracie has stuck. Also I saw a special on the first shows on television last night. Gracie Allen made me laugh more than any of them. I also loved Imogene Coca. I'm usually not female biased like that but they are really amazingly funny. Okay, back to cats.

Greg has fallen in love with Oakley. Oakley loves that every cat wants a piece of him. I say, it's about time.

As if that wasn't enough I am cat sitting Dorie's cat Spoon. She is insatiable. Spoon, not Dorie. Dorie is affectionate too but she doesn't paw at me if I stop petting her for a second. Spoon is currently on top of both my arms while I attempt to write and has not stopped purring since I walked in the door two hours ago.

Finally, Dr. Schwartz is a permakitten and has only grown in her belly. She is possibly the cutest thing to ever be created.

Love,
Natasha with less readers than she had before she started this entry.
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February 21st, 2006
What??

My blog was hacked into today! I guess those hackers go after blogs who have 5 readers and talk about Jack Bauer. I was an easy target.
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February 15th, 2006

I was beginning to think that George Clooney was a superhuman made in a lab somewhere (add charisma, a sense of humor that offends no one but appeals to everyone, a dash of charming self deprecation, throw in movie star good looks and of course a strong sense of civic duty) until he said this:

"The ideal woman should have Nicole Kidman's laughter, the personality of Julia Roberts and aspects of Michelle Pfeiffer. And finally, the ambition of Jennifer Lopez."

Julie Roberts' personality? Did he SEE Mystic Pizza? Someone needs to take him back to the lab for a check up.
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February 14th, 2006

Listen up people, I love Garth Brooks. I'm not talking about his music, I mean the man. He is joining the ranks of Cesar Milan and Mr. Ecko (Eko? Is there an echo? hahaha! Sorry.) from Lost in my book as another adorable who is just like Jesus. He has a moment every night with his children where they have "the honest club" and tell each other what they really feel. If those kids grow up to be axe murderers then good parenting doesn't do crap and you can treat your kids however you want, what you do doesn't matter.

In other news Nate called me from the snowstorm on Sunday and while he was looking at 20 inches of snow on the ground I was shopping at a Farmer's Market in 80 degree weather. When I moved to New York ten years ago I thought "good weather" was for boring people. That is the kind of spoiled talk that comes out of someone who was raised in a perfect climate. If I heard myself say that today I would smack myself over the head. I miss many things about NYC (mostly Magnolia cupcakes) (I love those cupcakes like McAdams loves Gosling) but 80 degree weather in February is hard to beat.

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February 7th, 2006
That chick Julie, she's truly dazzling.

Dorie and I watched the end of Valley Girl tonight. I always knew I loved that movie, but the END of that movie? Oh my God. Or should I say Omigod. If you haven't seen it I guess you shouldn't read this, but more importantly, why haven't you seen it?? Rent it immediately! And now stop reading this. At first I was confused as to how they could leave out the part where we see her change her mind and realize that she wants to be with Nicolas Cage instead of her boyfriend Tommy. It's the whole point of the movie and we never see that moment where she realizes she should be with him. He just punches Tommy out at the prom and then she gets in the limo with Nicolas Cage and they're back together. But then, but THEN there they are in the limo. They don't have some big make out scene. He doesn't tell her she had him at hello. They just sit there smiling. She just tosses the bracelet Tommy gave her out the window and then "I Melt With You" starts playing and Nicolas Cage looks ahead, beaming. They both just stare ahead smiling, he looks away smiling, she looks at him breaking into a bigger smile and that's the movie. We didn't need the realization moment, it was clear from just the two of them sitting next to each other! Best romantic movie ending EVER. As Dorie said, "That was way better than the end of Casablanca." Like, totally.
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February 5th, 2006
My person to love today:

Bobby Moresco who won the WGA award for Best Original Screenplay along with Paul Haggis for "Crash." I love him not because I really liked the movie but because when he won he said:

"This is for every writer who sits in his room at 4 o'clock in the morning at his desk and is absolutely convinced that he belongs in another business but he writes the next line anyway."

Thanks for giving me the false hope I needed to write another day, Bobby Moresco! Sorry, I got off track there. I mean, thank you Bobby Moresco!
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February 3rd, 2006

I think this blog has turned out to be a place for me to pronounce my love of things, mostly television and cat related. So I'll get on with it.

I had a chance to read Aaron Sorkin's new pilot Studio 60, awhile ago. It's a one hour following the behind the scenes of an SNL type show. Reading it made me want to weep with joy I love him so much. As Sports Night is my favorite show and it's a behind the scenes look at an ESPN type show, I'd like to think that Sorky sat in his room somewhere thinking, "How can I make a show that Natasha would love EVEN more than Sports Night? It's hard to imagine such a thing. Oh, I know." And then he wrote Studio 60. His writing is so good it does this thing that only genius writing does, he makes it look easy. It makes me think, " I can do that!" And then I go to write and five minutes later I think, "Oh right. I can't really do that so much." When I was a kid I would have similar impulses after watching things I loved. My compromise at age 8 was to just rewrite the episodes of I Love Lucy as well as I could remember it instead of bothering with the whole "making up new stories myself" crap. And for some reason when I was around the same age I saw this movie House Calls with Glenda Jackson and Walter Matthau that made me spend the next couple hours writing my attempt at a romantic comedy starring two people in their 40s. Specifically Glenda Jackson and Walter Matthau. Clearly, I had my finger firmly on the pulse of my generation.

Cat related: I continue to love having four cats.
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