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Monday, January 13, 2003

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* Oh, I forgot to mention, Justine Bateman was at the TCA thing, too! It was cool to see her. She was doing an interview before me in the CNN room, and my handler was on her headset and they said something like, “Justine needs eight more minutes...” and my handler barked into her headset: ”FOUR, she has FOUR minutes!” So I said, “Oh, let Mallory have her extra four minutes!” She looked beautiful and pretty much the same as ever. Smooth and pretty with silky, straight black hair.
* I posted the first writeup Ive seen from the thing, on Entertainment Tonight’s website. If not there, I mirrored it under the Soldier’s Girl page on a right-hand link. I really hope the story catches fire. I wish this had never, never happened at all, but at least now I’d like for the world to know what happened to him and how they can prevent it happening again.
* A few days before the TCA thing (when I still had a voice), I was walking along and a creepy homeless African-American man shouted half a block to ask me “Anything good in there?” when I came out of a thrift store. I ignored him, for a million reasons, but he ran after me shouting, “You fucking racist bitch! You tell your goddamn boyfriend to slap you upside the head when you see `im! Yeah, I said it! Bitch! Can’t talk to somebody!” I was pretty intimidated and kept walking, with him yapping around me like a mad dog. I finally crossed the street and thought I was done with him, but from nowhere about 3 minutes later he charged me from behind shouting, “You Fucking Racist Bitch!” and I genuinely screamed at the top of my lungs… I haven’t let out a scream like that in a long time, and I think it scared him, too, because it was daylight in a normal area of town, and he backed away, still facing me and shouting though. I ducked into a store, and the clerk was kind enough to give me his own personal can of mace. I have alot of trust issues, and feel very vulnerable to attack sometimes, so it really affected me. I always think, I could lose everything or be horribly wounded at any time, enexpectedly, and there’s not much you can do about it. That scream left my voice kinda sore for the whole day, and combined with the TCA the next day, that’s prob why Im hoarse now.
* As soon as I get a car, it wont be a problem. For now, I just carry my mace! =)
* I had been terribly nervous for a long time, with the screening the night before and then the TCA - at the TCA I talked for 3 ½ hours in a loud, ‘official’ voice, and the next morning woke up completely unable to speak. Now its 4 days later and I still can’t talk. I have a sore throat and sort of cold symptoms have followed. I think it was a combination of stress and overuse. I hope it hurries up and heals. I have hardly even tried to talk for the last 2 days, so that it can mend.
* I know sign language pretty well, and I literally cannot speak a WORD, so when I go out Ive been fortunate enough to experience a tiny bit of what its like to be mute, as many deaf people are. The simplest things are complicated, like ordering drive through, and telling street punks where to go when they proposition me. People usually assume Im deaf when I shake my head and touch my throat, so I have experimented with using sign language just to see how well they get it. Most don’t, but are really nice and helpful. They talk really slow to me, which is funny. I point at my ear and nod to let them know I can hear, but they still think Im deaf. Ah, life!