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November 29, 2004
still talking about Buttleman...
ok, Frank and Pamie have already given the details on how to see Buttleman in your very own home - but I might as well repeat the facts:
Go to The Had To Be Made Film Festival website and register to vote.
if you're in illinois, go to Specialty Video and look for the It Had To Be Made dvds/tapes.
Volume 9 is the one with Buttleman. in case you were wondering.
watch, enjoy, and if it's everything I said it was, I'm pretty sure you'll tell everyone how much you liked it.
I'd invite you all over to see it, if I could but you already know what I think.
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you know how you're supposed to get better at things, if you practice? because, I've been doing the whole lipliner/lipstick thing at least twice a week since I was 14, and I still come out looking like my makeup was applied by Corky, using Claire's technique. seriously. I'm afraid of what may happen if I try eyeliner....I'd end up like the woman from Un Chien Andalou.
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ok, I was going to blog, but I forgot to take my vertigo meds this morning and everything is so very, very difficult today..... so, instead, I crib from my IM conversations. because I am just that much of a communication cannibal. ("watch me pat myself on the back for being so clever! ") Blondie : how did your interview go?????????? PicturePicture : ass suckingly bad. Blondie : oh no PicturePicture : nope, I kicked some interview ass. but they failed their portion of the interview. the woman (who had so much weeping acne on her face it looked like someone chewed on it) only asked me two questions, one of which was stupid: PicturePicture : and I was there 1 hour 15 minutes. asking her about 1 question every 5 minutes, most of which she failed to answer (I don't know! Good Question! I'll have to find that out! wow, you ask a lot of questions!) Blondie : find the place ok?!?! PicturePicture : I know. I understand it was meant as a courtesy question, but, in the face of the whole "one of two questions asked in an interview" it takes on a whole new level. Blondie : like, do you like the wallpaper I chose? PicturePicture : do these pants make me look like I have two legs? Blondie : is there something on my face? PicturePicture : difficult to make that call, doll. but. . . .she had one of those fake flower vases on her desk, with fake water in? you know? Blondie : I love those. PicturePicture : well, like 'em or hate 'em, she kept moving her vase around - she put it on the floor so I could see her from where I was sitting across the desk, then put it on the desk when she had me come round to see her screen, then again on the floor...then back to the desk.... Blondie : you know, if they're that much of a problem, get rid of them PicturePicture : seriously! PicturePicture : whatever, dude. yes. so you see. my life is so full and throbbing with joy that I have in-depth discussions about fake plants with fake water. yippee.
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Went to see Birth last night with Blondie. I wish I could have a grand review, filled with themed quips and clever almost-spoilers, but all I got is a couple of notes:November 23, 2004
trivial girl stuff.
November 16, 2004
because she said I should blog about it.
Blondie : why?
Blondie : wrong outfit?
1) did you find the place ok?
2) do you think you could do this job?
Blondie : WTF?!
Blondie : you know, she's just one person, albeit incompetent, but don't judge the whole job on her.
Blondie : but plants hate and shun me.
Blondie : fake ones are all I can do.
PicturePicture : I wanted to kill her.
PicturePicture : I like live plants, but I’m good with them.
PicturePicture : men, not so much, but plants, I can keep.
Blondie : mind you, I don't OWN any flowers with fake water.
Blondie : so don't lose ALL respect for me
Blondie : I'm just not above possibly considering buying some sometime in the future.
Blondie : if I really liked them and had "the perfect place for them"
PicturePicture : we all have our shameful weaknesses.
PicturePicture : and I hate the fake water things. but mostly because I've never seen one that has three good elements:
1) bubble-free fake water
2)a nicely shaped vase
3) real-looking, pretty flowers.
PicturePicture : because I'm pickier about decorative plants than I am about oh, let's see....men? jobs? skin care? November 09, 2004
because I love my sister, I love her dog.
November 03, 2004
birth and egg foo young.
Ok, that's all I got on the movie. if you liked Repulsion, or French New Wave Thrillers, you'll probably like this flim.
Anyway. Before the movie, while we were eating dinner at the fantabulous 50's american-style "Canton Tea Garden" we wondered:
is it a midwestern thing to actually remove the chinese takeout from the beautifully shaped cartons and arrange everything on a plate before eating?
Because Blondie and I reflected upon this topic (ultra important, on this election night) : when we watch movies, and tv, and look at the magazines and holodeck presentations, people always are eating their takeout directly from the carton with chopsticks. waving the chopsticks in the air like they're not wishing the barbecue pork fried rice had a little goo from the mongolian beef, laughing and smiling and chewing and whatnot.
now, I'm a big fan of chopsticks, use 'em all the time, but the eating straight from the carton? who does that? I mean. really. How unsanitary. and, how do you get the rice all in there, to get all the tasty eggfooyoung goo, if you eat out of the carton?
yeah. I know. it's not all that important. but, while sitting with our tea and cookies, with our chicken kow and our egg drop soup, it was an end-all, be-all curiosity.
so, anyway. how do you-all eat chinese takeout?
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