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Straight from the hip
"I don't care if you think I'm dead. I am the love of your life, motherfucker."
Um, yeah, that would be me, in anticipation of the season premiere of Alias this weekend.
posted @ 6:23 PM |
Jumping the gun
Last night, my sister called me and asked what I wanted for Christmas (and my birthday, as both events are so wretchedly, unfortunately close together). I was completely unprepared, as I feel September is a little too early to be asking such questions. She reminded me that she was a busy mother of two and that she couldn't just come home and do "whatever" like I do.
It's true. Frequently I just do whatever. And I refuse to shop until at least halfway through December. You can look forward to the "god, I hate shopping" and "why did I leave this all to the last minute?" blogs in three months.
posted @ 10:49 AM |
While we're on the subject
You didn't know we were on a subject, did you? Well, we are, and it is this: People I know who look like people I don't know, i.e. celebrities. For instance, Jasper here definitely looks like Sir Didymus from Labyrinth. It's obvious. And equally obvious, Sam Rockwell is actually Biz Stone. I know I shouldn't reveal that in a public forum, but what are you going to do? I'm in the presence of greatness daily, people. I guess I'm just lucky that way.
posted @ 3:53 PM |
Disappointed and disillusioned
I finally went to see Matchstick Men last night. I love when Nic Cage gets twitchy and Sam Rockwell is swiftly earning a place in my heart (and don't you think he looks like Stone? Just me? Okay). Sadly, yet another movie has let me down. Ridley Scott started it off well, but the movie fell flat by the end. I have a history of enjoying con artist flicks; The Grifters being by far the best of the lot, which is interesting because the protagonists in both MM and the Grifters are named Roy. Coincidence? It must be, because that's where all similarities end. I knew I should have just listened to Ethan, but sometimes you have to find out for yourself.
I've only got Lost in Translation and Once Upon a Time in Mexico left to see now. (Okay, I also want to see Thirteen, but I suspect it's the kind of really good but also really depressing that I can see on video.) If I don't see a good flick soon, I may lose my faith in movies entirely.
posted @ 11:05 AM |
Anticipation
Nov. 22. How am I supposed to wait that long until my next basketball fix? And the NWBL won't start until next year. I guess I could watch the men's game. But ... why would I want to?
posted @ 1:56 PM |
Total immersion therapy
I finished watching season 2 of 24 last night. Sure, it meant sacrificing a little more sleep, but I had to know what happened next. I don't know how I'm going to deal with only seeing this show one hour at time once season 3 starts. I felt totally immersed in their world last night -- this show makes me incredibly paranoid -- and this morning I feel ... bereft. Alone. Who's going to save us if not Jack? Who's going to fuck up but totally take it on the chin later if not Tony? Who's going to have a fetching flushed and guilty look at all times if not Michelle? Who's going to act like a complete ninny if not Kim?
My life does seem really boring after watching this show, now that you mention it. And, yes, I do sound like a raving lunatic. But, no, I'm not going into therapy. I have my blog and season 3 is just around the corner. I'll be fine.
posted @ 8:52 AM |
Don't look at me
For some unknown reason, today I'm getting hits for Stacey Pressman. (Okay, I know why I'm getting the hits -- I bitched about her in June -- but I don't know why today.) Anyone looking for Ms. Pressman and her idiotic, chauvinistic, and (let's face it) homophobic commentary, look elsewhere. (As for where to find nude photos of her? Search me.)
posted @ 3:27 PM |
The soul selects her own society
Apparently, Susie didn't learn the handshake. A case of woeful neglect on the part of her FYM (or was it a FC in her day? Hmm). I'm here to tell you, there is a secret society of women -- no, not like in the Skulls (though Josh Jackson was mega-hot in that movie). Wellesley is just one of a number of fine institutions which supports said society.
And, no, I won't show you the handshake.
posted @ 10:27 AM |
Underwhelmed
I went to see Underworld yesterday, choosing cheesy vampire goodness over other titles on my list of to-see (Lost in Translation, Once Upon a Time in Mexico, Matchstick Men). Sadly, I was not rewarded for choosing fluff over substance, eye candy over brain food, Scott Speedman over Bill Murray. While I expected little from a flick about the blood fued between vampires and werewolves, I was kinda hoping the dialogue wouldn't be quite that bad or quite so woodenly delivered. Mabye it would have been better if Scott had a bigger part. Or just better hair.
posted @ 10:29 AM |
I can't get no
Seemingly all around me, my friends are doing big, important things: pursuing new avenues in their careers, getting married, having babies. My most recent accomplishment? I bought shoes.
I bought shoes, people.
posted @ 11:39 AM |
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