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February 27, 2003
I'll miss that old guy.
it's just late enough in the day that I'm pretty sure everyone already knows Fred's dead.
I think y'all can figure out that I named this site after his beloved rear projection unit. I used to thank him publicly for giving me my favorite cocktail party story - the one where he was in a production meeting when one of the staff pointed out that the puppets were looking a little shoddy - he reportedly put on Henrietta Pussycat and purred: "Meow Meow crappy ass Meow Meow"
I'll miss the old guy.
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February 25, 2003
Grand Central Weblog!
seriously, I was totally unprepared for the influx of readers I've had this week. makes me wish I'd cleaned the place up, done a bit of grocery
shopping...perhaps y'all could just pretend not to notice the dustbunnies under the couch?
and yes, I went to museums with the fella. not the planetarium, tho. that museum sucks.
he wants me to tell you all <quit it! ....yes, I'm telling them....well, if you want to tell them...no, dammit, you already posted today and I have nuthin'...>
he wants me to tell you all about the fella we saw on the train - sitting in broad daylight, reading a Mexican porn comic. with a nekkid lady on the cover. I am not making this up. and in case you're all wondering, yes, we both speak pidgin spanish. enough to crack each other up with 'señor porno' references for the rest of the day. that's the whole story, really mr and ms whitey racking their brains for high school spanish vocab words and not wanting to settle for 'Señor Porno es Mas Macho"
yeah, it's not a very good story, but seriously, the rest of it is just whipping through the Field museum, crackin' wise about the dioramas and wondering if perhaps nature does, in fact, suck as much as the planetarium.
and smiling so much our faces hurt.
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February 23, 2003
Yes, I'm dating. what's it to you?
you go on a date. a nearly blind date. you expect you'll see a good movie, drink a bit, chat...perhaps rely on weblogger stories to get through dinner without boring the hell out of each other... I never expected to have so much in common.
From school to popular culture, from taste in women to capacity for alcohol...never mind the film schooling...the web logging...the capacity for storytelling...
does everyone expect this sort of compatibility? am I alone in being totally surprised to find a person so similar in mindset as myself? am I alone in being delighted?
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February 22, 2003
artifacts from a second date
artifacts from a delightful evening:
yes, it's meryl streep's bottle cap!
two dollars, straight from the pocket of my dinner companion
they're women! they're in prison!
I was going to post other photos, but seriously, I can't even see what's in some of 'em. the eye module pics will be much better when it's summer and I leave the house before dark.
so, anyway, had a great time out and about yesterday. the weather was fabulous. and that's all I have to say, for now.
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February 20, 2003
Impishfreak.org and Cutegrrrl.net
I've been reading your weblogs for a while now. okay, maybe not your blog, exactly, but I've been reading people's online diaries since 1989. Pokin' around in the web and seeing what's out there. I love the characters who spring up - how they portray their lives online, how they change and grow or how they stay just so.
I was just chatting with a fellow blogger about how cool it is to read a whole bunch of overlapping blogs every day, and how I feel all "I know these people" when I read that impishfreak.org made a pasta primavera that turned out horribly, and then notice that cutegrrrl.net had pasta primavera that same night... and I notice they start linking to the same freaky museums and that she's posted a whole bunch of photographs at SXSW and he's in every one of them, and even tho I've had a crush on impishfreak for ages, I think "awww, they think they're being all subtle, but we all can totally tell that he adores her..."
And then I think "say, I'm in a weblogging real-life community, where I read their blogs and we all meet up in person and we all get along fabulously and comment hilariously on each other's posts..." and recall a recent drunken marathon of popular-culture infused getting-to-know-you-and-exactly-how-much-puddin'-you-just-bought babble and wonder if I'll be like impish freak and cute grrl someday.
and then I realize I'm getting ahead of myself, and decide "now, what am I gonna do with all that puddin?" and settle in to read some archives. or not.
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February 19, 2003
Miss Midwest Midnight Checkout Beauty Queen
oh my. I've been magically transformed into my high school girl self - watched Hedwig and the Angry Inch on dvd and now everything must have a big blonde farrah fawcett wig...the songs are burned into my brain and I'm in the market for deep red glitter lipstick...watch out world, I'm pulling that wig down from the shelf... suddenly I'm Miss Midwest Midnight Checkout Queen...everybody sing!
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February 15, 2003
movie stars, and a bear head.
As I may have mentioned, I'm not one for organization. This whole 'setting up the new computer and trying to move everything over in an organized fashion' thing is quite a trial. I know, boo-hoo, I have a new machine that's not prone to blue screen at inopportune moments....boo-hoo, the new machine will double my RAM, treble my hard drive space, and allow me to burn CDs. yes yes, I'm terribly grateful - but still, I feel compelled to bitch and moan about moving all my crap from drive to drive, desktop to desktop. don't worry, I won't complain about having a machine that works. honest.
Once again, I'm sidetracked by going through my disorganized photos, trying to think of good folder categories: "nudie photos in which my ass looks amazing," "couple-y photos that I shouldn't look at unless I want to cry," "friendly photos that are so damned good I laugh every time I see 'em," "blurry photos I took with my eyemodule"....
aww, hell, I'll just post a few blurry ones, why not? here's a few from my L.A. visit - Jack and I went to a nearly hidden cemetary downtown, where we saw marilyn monroe and mel torme's corpses. and a bear. enjoy!
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and maybe, if we're all good and bored, I'll post the nudie photos again.
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February 13, 2003
Hair-Snatching
word of the day:
Hair Snatching: This spell somewhat resembles one by which German girls ascertain the colour of their future husband's hair. They call it hair-snatching, and practice it thus: Between the hours of eleven and twelve at night, on St. Andrew's eve (November 29), a maiden must stand at the house-door, take hold of the latch, and say three times, " Gentle love, if thou lovest me, show thyself." She must then quickly open the door wide enough to put out her hand, and make a rapid grasp out in the dark, and she will find in her hand a lock of her future husband's hair. Belgian girls who desire to see their husbands in a dream lay their garters cross-wise at the foot of the bed, and a looking-glass under their pillow. In this glass the image of their future husband will appear.
and here I thought hair snatching would have a much more interesting, cat-fight-y sort of meaning. shame, really.
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February 12, 2003
In which people give me things.
Okay, I can't believe this. After hearing about my computer predicament, one of my dad's cronies pulled together a new desktop machine for me. not only will it work wonderfully for what I need my computer to do, it's also way better than my current machine, in all sorts of boring ways that includes a CD burner. so I can finally back everything up to a read-only. and not a dime spent!
and here I was thinking I was stuck re-booting every 45 minutes, until I got a job and paid off enough debt to be able to afford a computer....gosh. this rocks.
Seriously. i'm overjoyed. granted, I have to do the whole re-install and re-establish and re-set up, but I'm very used to that, now. fourth time's a charm, isn't it?
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February 10, 2003
The Guru. Honestly.
Went to see The Guru last night, therefore officially ending my love affair with the romantic comedy. the affair was going on too long, as it is - I can't remember the last ro-com that I enjoyed. seriously. I mean, I wasn't expecting brilliance, really, but when you see a movie that's supposedly 'spoofing' indian musicals and only has, like, 3 musical numbers, you're allowed to be profoundly disappointed.
over coffee after the movie, we were trying to think of good romantic movies - The Princess Bride, Say Anything, When Harry Met Sally came to mind, dating us thoroughly. Failing to add to this list (bad movies came up, like Jerry Macguire, I Love Trouble, French Kiss...), we moved on to 'good' lines from bad movies, my favorite being from Addicted to Love: " The only way she's coming back to you is if a blast of semen propels her out the window and across the street. "
what's your favorite movie line?
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February 09, 2003
Titus!
I've been tivo-ing movies at all hours and watching them in measured increments, between classes and reading and all that other fun stuff.
Watched Titus over the past few days - man, what a fabulous, horrifying flick. I love Julie Taymor for bringing this to the big screen, and love her even more for casting Alan Cumming in the yummy petulant-emperor role. Surreal in art direction, sexy-club-kid in costume design <with contrasting grim middle-ages-meets-WWI military attire>, and typical 'doing Shakespeare with fun visual elements' in concept, I'd recommend Titus to anyone, but can't see myself watching it again all the way through - it's one of his tragic history plays, and every single terrifying moment of the Andronicus 'family' is played for emotional effect, and man, is it effective. And beautiful. Oh yeah, I almost forgot the overlap of Anthony Hopkins' Hannibal with his Titus - nice to see his obvious motivation for the performance of Lecter...<oh god, you MUST check out the photo gallery on that site - this one is how I imagine my friend Tim would pose if he had a fan site...>
soon to come: Vatel, which my friend Taylor describes as "well, this guy, Vatel, he, like, invented the party. And he was like this control freak, he had to do everything, from the catering to the scenery...and there was Uma Thurman, dude."
I'm sold. Granted, the discovery of the other company members- depardieu, roth, stoppard - doesn't hurt, either...
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February 04, 2003
Shorts are simply wrong.
Found the old photo files, thank goodness. Found one I had forgotten about - the only photograph ever taken of me hiking. The only photograph that ever will be taken of me hiking - don't be deceived by the smile, I'd just been kissed before the pic was taken...somewhere outside of san francisco. yes, the shorts and shoes are ridiculous. hopefully, the summer bod makes up for everything.
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February 02, 2003
Near Death - Digital Death
Oh My God. I'm just now recovering from the second near-death of my stupid freakin computer.
The kind of near-death where you have to hope that you've backed everything up.
The kind of near-death where you forget to back up your money stuff and your photos and the e-mails between you and your ex and now you can pretend it never happened except when you install eudora and it downloads all the e-mail you forgot to delete from the server and a big beautiful photo of the both of you fills your entire screen 'cause you neglected to re-size the windows before opening.
it's been that kind of weekend. Except that the stupid freakin computer is finally working, thanks to people <unlike myself> who take computer-problem solving as an interesting challenge, rather than as another excuse to unplug everything, climb up to the roof, drop the cpu onto the concrete, and jump after it, hoping to further compress the prickly computer shards. so far, I've dropped 3 computers, jumped all over their shardy bits, and each time I've felt better. but those times, I had a job. let me tell you, unemployment doesn't pay near enough to replace a computer. Seriously. I checked. I was *that close* to it, I tell you.
apropos of nothing: I went with my sister to meet the photographer she's hiring for her wedding. he's a total fuckin babe. one of those people you want to hire to photograph your wedding, just so he could hang all over your older sister and snog off all her lipstick. Here's hoping! And no, I'm not going to link to his site. 'cause then, he'll see my URL in his referral logs and think "what the hell?' and click it just to see what site he missed in his weekly bridal-website-referral check, and will read my journal and see that i think he's a total babe and e-mail all his friends to tell him what a dork I am and that just can't happen. 'cause I'm five. I'd totally die. so, don't ask, okay?