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The Day Player – Tripping the Light Fantastic

June 4, 2009 by MsCheevious

Okay – so M.C. Nugget and I (just between you and me, he wishes he were still FWC) were JUST talking about the prospect of producing Ms. Cheevious as a scripted television show. You’ve all seen the silly one or two minute clips we’ve thrown together with our pocket digital camera, right? This wouldn’t be like that. We dream big over here at Yummy Chicken Productions.

If you are new here, welcome! We have a TON of fun in here, dishing on the latest blunders, fantastic achievements, celebrity events, and zany-in-general things I find myself involved in. There is all manner of name dropping, sexual innuendo, or what-have-you, and it’s a place where people come to let their hair down, and live vicariously – through – ehem – ME.

So, back to the idea of a SHOW about – well – ehem – ME: Of course the potential for internet was always a part of the mix, and an obvious option, but neither one of us were aware of any one online show or series that particularly excited us. Plus, M.C. is use to doing things the traditional way. You know, putting together a pitch, kissing ass and hoping someone sees the beauty, coolness, edginess, raciness and/or incredible potential in your little project — which apparently doesn’t always work — BASTARDS.

It was then (last Sunday) that our trusty bartender-(from the World Cafe in Santa Monica)-turned friend Miranda Allgood told us all about what she and her partner, Helenna Santos have been working on (I always use aliases to protect the identity of my peeps in Ms. Cheevious-land, but their names are real here, people. They want you to know about their fantastic project – and so do I).

Nuggie and I were just a tad skeptical about the whole thing when Miranda invited us to the launch party for the premiere of their baby, The Day Player.

Promotional photo for The Day Player

I’m not sure what we expected, but it was probably somewhere along the lines of the quality of the M.C. Nugget reveal video – (damn teamsters)! Instead, we were pleasantly surprised, inspired and thrilled, to say the least!

I could spend numerous key strokes telling you about the little webisode, but I’d rather just send you there. GO. It will be worth every minute (and there are only four of them). Nuggie always says, “The more you rave about something, the less people like it.” So just GO — it’s F-O-U-R freakin’ minutes! Here’s the link: The Day Player (www.thedayplayer.com). Plus, if you want to help this endeavor, which I HIGHLY SUGGEST, and you want the potential of being a type of “producer” of the upcoming web series, go here (or follow the link www.indiegogo.com/thedayplayer). I did, and you’ll want to once you see it.

Tune in next week for more funny tales with tons of chicks, drinks, fire trucks & hot guys doing — for goddsakes people, it’s Ms. Cheevious! Just tune in, would ya!?

And, whatever your plans, have a fabulously fantastic weekend my lovely men and women (after you watch The Day Player, that is)!

Love you people! Mmmmmmmmphhhhhuuuuhhhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Anything but Common!

May 29, 2009 by MsCheevious

Okay. I know I’ve promised to share some juicy tales lately, and have yet to deliver. But in the craziness of life and travel and too much fun over the past weeks, I ran across a little gem yesterday that I wanted to share with you lovely boys and girls first. It’s from a website called Daily OM. And it definitely provides that BREATH of fresh air in terms of perspective! Enjoy!

Small Gestures Make a Big Difference
Common Courtesy

We often feel that we don’t have the time or energy to extend ourselves to others with the small gestures that compose what we call common courtesy. It sometimes seems that this kind of social awareness belongs to the past, to smaller towns and slower times. Yet, when someone extends this kind of courtesy to us, we always feel touched. Someone who lends a helping hand when we are struggling with our groceries makes an impression because many people just walk right by. Even someone who simply makes the effort to look us in the eye, smile, and greet us properly when entering a room stands out of the crowd. It seems these people carry with them the elegance and grace of another time, and we are always thankful for our contact with them. Common courtesy is a small gesture that makes a big difference.

An essential component of common courtesy is awareness and common sense—looking outside yourself to see when someone needs help or acknowledgment. As a courteous person, you are aware that you are walking into a room full of people or that your waiter has arrived to take your order. Then, awareness leads to action. It is usually quite clear what needs to be done—open the door for the woman holding the baby, move your car up two feet so another person can park behind you, acknowledge your sister’s shy boyfriend with a smile and some conversation, apologize if you bump into someone. A third component is to give courtesy freely, without expecting anything in return. People may not even take notice, much less return the kindness, but you can take heart in the fact that you are creating the kind of world you want to live in with your actions.

When you are out in the world, remember to be aware of others, lend your hand when one is needed, and give this help without an ulterior motive. Through these small actions, you make this world a better place in which to live.

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Wasn’t that lovely, and yet so very true?!

Sadly, there is ONE thing I take issue with – the fact that they call it “Common Courtesy.” Courtesy is anything but COMMON!

It is that rare jewel we are pleasantly surprised by — often times when we need it most — and sometimes when we are least deserving. We stumble upon it if we are lucky enough to be graced by someone who gently wields it, or if we are aware of our surroundings, looking into the world with hope and gratitude.

Like they say “What goes around, comes around.” This weekend, my pretty people, I’d like to challenge you to become a commoner . Yep – me – Ms. Cheevious – the very essence of all things uncommon – is asking each and everyone of you to become a purveyor of “common” courtesy – and do so with grace, kindness and an overall positive attitude. I promise, if you bestow just one small gesture of kindness upon a perfect stranger, you will shine like no other, and be nothing less than uncommon and priceless.

Have a beautifully common weekend everyone!

Love you people! Mmmmmmmmphhhhuuuuuhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Ms. Behavin’ or Ms. Cheevious?

May 20, 2009 by MsCheevious

Well – Okay – I am a little schizophrenic I suppose. One minute I am definitely misbehaving and the next I am feeling exceptionally mischievous. It begs the question: Is there really a difference? I have soooo been dabbling in some excessively frivolous activities, that’s for sure. A week ago Sunday was Mother’s Day. Oh!

On a side note – here’s a SHOUT to all my hot mommy readers out there. You ROCK.

But after a lovely brunch, M.C. Nugget took me to the Sagebrush Cantina. I went last summer with him as well, and I tell ya – there was some MISBEHAVIN’ ‘ going on for sure!

This time around, it seems we hardly even scratched the surface of being MISCHIEVOUS. I was too preoccupied to be my old fun self. M. C’s attorney friend was there, and I had to give him a hard time about his philosophies on tipping – namely to hard-working single moms – which is a subject dear to my heart. Mr. Attorney doesn’t think he should “have” to tip more because some lady decided to get pregnant out of wedlock, or get divorced, or whatever. I know. Simple minded. It’s his prerogative to not tip more, true, but his reasoning was asinine. Believe me, I could have spent all day giving him other sides of the coin — things like “what about the moms that are deserted?” — or whatever. It didn’t warrant the energy, however. Another time perhaps.

This post is extremely short, however, because:

1. I have been crazy busy over the last three weeks.

2. It isn’t going to let up any time real soon, because I scrambled all last week to fly to Chicago. That’s right. Chi-town. Randomesq (a very bright and witty blogger friend) and I were all set for a reunion of sorts. A client of mine is holding a conference for the second May in a row, and last year Random and I met for the first time, after “meeting” on the blogosphere, for dinner and drinks. It was divine. I said it then and I’ll say it again, “That Randomesq is a real lady killer.” Last minute changes to my flight, however, prevented our getting together. Sniff Sniff.

3. I am now sitting in Chicago, about to attend the conference Day 2, and have had my fill of Twittering for them. (Is it possible for me to get sick of technology, I ask??) I don’t know how some of these social media companies do that. It is really exhausting!

Okay lovely ladies and gorgeous gentlemen, it’s time for me to fly. No pun intended. Tomorrow M.C. and I fly back to Los Angeles. Off to a crazy fun Memorial Day weekend!

I will try to send up a smoke signal again! If not, I’ll get back on track next week and fill you in on my exciting adventures at 1) the Bad Girls party, 2) a fabulous celebrity party thrown by my celebrity friends, and 3) all those other fun little things I have been doing to warrant the new nickname: Ms. Behavin.

Have a WONDERFUL weekend everyone!

Love you people! Mmmmmmmphhhuuuuhhhhh!!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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Who’s The Boss Now?

April 30, 2009 by MsCheevious

A few weeks ago, my man (now revealed to the whole world, at long last, as the famous rapper, M. C. Nugget) and I went to see Bruce Springsteen in concert at the LA Sports Arena.

It was my first time seeing The Boss live. What can I say? He IS the Boss – and I was a Boss virgin.

Prior to the show I remembered that back in my MTV production and Super Bowl half-time show days, I interacted with a member of the E Street Band, named Nils Lofgren. I was working the CBS Superbowl Bash, and managed to score he and his wife box seats for the game. He gave me a cd of his, and told me if he could ever return the favor to let him know. I wasn’t a die-hard Bruce fan, and had never really gotten into the music, so I never gave it another thought — not until I mentioned it in passing to McNug, that is. Nuggie is THE BIGGEST Springsteen fan on the planet.

So, I retraced my steps back in time and somehow managed to get in touch with Nils, who happily got us band seats at face value, and threw in free passes to the “E Street Lounge.” Don’t get too excited. The “lounge” was actually a large empty room, with a bar and a bartender in it. Drinks were NOT on the house, and there was nowhere to sit. What we thought would be back-stage hob-nobbing, was more like a scene where we “unimportant” folk stared blankly at each other, wondering how we ended up in this thrown together pup-tent. Pfuhhhh!!

Okay, at first I was shocked and somewhat disappointed. Imagine my surprise when I walked in, thinking we’d be getting some sort of special treatment, at least comparable to BOX SEATS at the SUPER BOWL in NEW ORLEANS, and there we were in Sports Arena wasteland? To top it off, the drinks were tiny, and ten bucks each. But, true to form, McNug and I made the best of it. We found an ATM (of course, all vendors accepted cash only), had some drinks, grabbed some grub and found our way to our fantastic seats – SECOND ROW, stage left! They were AWESOME.

And after hearing from others in the industry who frequently get special passes to the Boss shows, there was really no special treatment to be had. What we got – the good tickets and the E Street Lounge – was IT. So in the end, we felt sufficiently special. And I tell ya – those rappers – they are HARD to please. So I suppose I staged a MAJOR ku in that case.

I snapped a few shots of MC and Bruce for everyone – just to show how great our seats really were.

I don’t know who was trying to grab Nuggie there, but it was a feeding frenzy as soon as we took our seats. Concert officials almost asked us to leave because he was stealing all the attention away from Bruce. HA! Just kidding, of course!

That night I realized what a truly special guy M.C. is. He could have complained about the “Lounge,” especially given what kind of star treatment he is accustomed to – and I am not just joking here. Let’s not forget, all kidding aside, that the REAL guy I date has done some incredible things in entertainment, and been treated pretty special. But he was so great, and we had – as always – a really FANTASTIC time.

Gotta run kiddies. I’m off to the start of a crazy week of incredible adventures. MC Nugget and I are attending the infamous annual Half-a-Ween party this weekend, where we’re sure to resurrect our sexy pirate costumes! Ahoy Mateys! Arrrrghhhh! Then we celebrate his birthday on Cinco de Mayo, and next weekend we have celebrity parties to attend, and – well, the list goes on. Try and keep up.

Love you people! Mmmmmmmphhhuuhhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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The Big Reveal

April 20, 2009 by MsCheevious

Here it is folks!

You are FINALLY being treated to the real and true identity of my boyfriend!

Watch and learn!

If you can’t view the screen above, go here:
The Big Reveal

Tune in next week when I actually dish on my Boss (Springsteen) experience!

Love you people! Mmmmmphhhuhhhh!

xoxo,
Ms. Cheevious

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Enchanted Ms. Cheevious

April 10, 2009 by MsCheevious

My peeps and I stopped by some cool places on Saturday night in Albuquerque, New Mexico (of all places).

They call New Mexico the “Land of Enchantment.” I have never been so sure what they meant by that – and who are “they” anyway? I grew up in New Mexico, and I never felt that enchanted. From as early as I could articulate it, I insisted on living elsewhere. I’m not trying to come down on the place, I swear. I know, there are many merits to living in the high desert, I’m sure. The skies are blue, the air is clean, the mountains and plains are breathtakingly beautiful at times, yada yada.

I guess it just never grew on me. At the age of ten, I begged my mom to let me move to Pontiac, Illinois to live with my grandmother. For some reason I saw more chance of excitement in Small Town USA then I hoped for in The Land of Entrapment (a name created by those of us who lived there our entire lives). But my mom (of course) would have none of it. You were trapped there because you either wanted to be there, or because, well, for some reason you just couldn’t seem to get outta Dodge.

So, this past weekend, Fred the Wonder Chicken and I ventured out to the desert to pay a much needed visit to my beautiful mother, Nereide Frances Padalino (her real name). She had a stroke last year, and is still in rehab, recovering. I was a little sketchy on traveling back to town on my own, because, well – for one thing, the last few times I’ve gone, the accommodations were not all that comfortable (I couldn’t stay at my mom’s house, because other siblings had moved in to help out, and the places I ended up staying were either unfamiliarly uncomfortable or I froze to death – thanks Wackie – ha ha!). And for two, frankly, I’ve lost touch with most of the friends I knew growing up, or they moved away long ago, so there was rarely much to do on visits with my mom out of the social picture. The remaining sisters and brothers in town were all leading their own busy lives, and it just always seemed to be an exhausting prospect to have one – more – sibling come to visit, than it was an occasion to get out and do things.

This time was different. FWC and I stayed with my girl Prissy and her dog Skimpy. If you are new to my blogs, welcome! I am so glad to have you! But you should know that everyone here, aside from me, has an alias, even “Prissy’s” dog! I’m all about protecting the identities of those I write about!

Prissy and Skimpy live in a beautiful loft-style condo overlooking the sprawling beauty of Albuquerque. It is most beautiful at night, when the view of the city lights is unparalelled.

We arrived to town, and here is what we did and where we went:

Wii Bowling. On Friday night, after dining someplace nice, FWC and I unloaded our bags at Prissy’s only to find she had just bought and installed the Wii in her living room, with her big screen plasma tv. BONUS! We played Wii Bowling and drank wine and tequila (FWC and Prissy drank the tequila – I couldn’t stand the stuff) until 3 o’clock in the morning.

Zinc Cellar Bar. On Saturday, FWC and I tooled around after visiting my mom. We bought ourselves some tasty cigars (mine was White Chocolate Truffle Irish Cream flavored! ha ha!), and then got ready for our big Saturday night. We started at Zinc Cellar Bar. This place was cool! The upstairs housed its fine-dining restaurant, while the basement – the Cellar Bar – was a venue for some of the southwest’s greatest eclectic bluesy musicians. It was also the setting for FWC’s first introduction to my crazy, zany family. What a fun evening that was. We drank wine, shared appetizers and listened for a moment to the blues band they brought in for the night. Of course, FWC was a hit with everyone. They all wanted to touch his feathers (HA). When everyone else left, FWC, Prissy, my brother Odee (named after the cool purse company he has – Odechala – where they make purses out of very cool cigar boxes) and his adult son (my nephew) determined we were not quite done for the evening. So we moved on to the next happenin’ spot.

Below are some of the family, with FWC sandwiched in. Prissy is at the forefront, then my little nephew, me, FWC, and my brother Odee.

Here is a nice shot of the Cellar Bar:

Imbibe. We didn’t want our evening to end so early, and we certainly didn’t want our brand new cigars to go to waste, so we walked next door to the popular cigar bar, Imbibe. It had a really cool atmosphere, and big screen tv’s so we could watch the final four games that were on that night. We sat at the bar, sipped cognac and B&B, smoked our yummy cigars, and hob-nobbed with the rest of Albuuquerque’s elite.

The outside of Imbibe, shown below – shows what is very common architecture in this part of town called Nob Hill. It is a traditional Southwest adobe, with some neon accents:

Here is one side of the bar at Imbibe (there are two rooms). I never realized how the inside of the building is kinda cigar shaped!

I have to say, it was FUN, and dare I say it? I left Albuquerque feeling just a little enchanted. Yup. Me.

Just goes to show, perceptions and feelings – no matter how strong – are not always accurate, nor are they permanent.

Stay tuned next week kiddies, when I bring you some news from the glitzy side of life in Hollywood. I’ll be dishing on my backstage frolicking at my first ever Bruce Springsteen concert. The Boss can’t have any idea what’s in store! Hee hee!

Have a sunny and spring-ish weekend everyone!

Love you people! Mmmmmmmphhhuuuhhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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