Thursday, December 23, 2004

Whee! I had thought briefly about doing a Christmas-themed template for a while at the beginning of this month, but I knew I'd never get it done until, well, about now, and that would leave about 2.7 days where it was relevant. I like this one, anyways.

Laura and I were in the supermarket the other day, and the Charlie Brown Christmas music came on, and we just could not help ourselves but to walk around a bit slowly, with our heads hanging. I will never, ever be able to listen to that music again without thinking of that episode.

Alyssa, I got your box. Eee! Christmas-y type presents. Very cool. The cookies did not go funky, and were tasty. Loved the Lipsmackers, which I haven't bought in years. I had to remind myself to not revert to first grade and eat my chap stick. Also, nice work on the music videos. I've seen my share, and yours were among the best I've ever seen done. No, seriously. Most people out there can't edit for anything.

Which made me kind of miss editing, and wish I could figure out how to use Windows Movie Maker here at home. I always enjoyed editing to a certain extent, although whenever I did it I was using my own footage which wasn't always that great. My first project would be to take the opening credits sequences to my favorite shows, past and present, and play them all to "The Final Countdown." Just the thought right now makes me giggle.

Has anyone seen the video for Snow Patrol's "Run?" ASOME. Very simple, very evocative, and proof that you don't need a crazy-ass treatment, CGI, a $1 million budget, dozens of extras, and a wet set. Gwen Stefani, I'm looking at you. Her video for "Rich Girl," which I both saw for the first time today, and heard the song for the first time today, made me weep inside. I told Laura I think all of this, her new album, the Harujuku girls she has following her around, the videos, the fashion, all of it, is all designed as a kind of social experiment. Will the public accept this? If we keep telling them it's cool, if we keep playing the videos, and playing the songs, if we have the album in the top ten lists in major magazines, even though it's totally crap, will the public just swallow it? That theory is more feasible than the idea that anyone thought taking one of Tevye's songs from Fiddler on the Roof and making it a dance hall song, then shooting a video on a pirate ship, was a good idea.

Monday, December 20, 2004

I finally mailed my Christmas cards. Huzzah!

I can't find my Civilization CD. Anti-huzzah. :(

Our basement, which is where our computer is, is so cold I think my nose is going to break off. Normally I would get a blanket and a space heater working while I was down here, but I'm lazy and don't want to go shlepp about finding them. I mean, they're right here, I can see the, so I don't actually have to find them, per se, but I'd have to get up, and walk over, and plug things in, and wrap things about my shoulders, and it's just too much work when I can sit here and shiver instead.

Oh my God, Arrested Development was so funny last night. The brief glimpse we saw into Ann's family's Christmas celebration was probably the funniest thing I have ever seen on the show, especially following George Michael's facial expression and the narrator saying, "The word George Michael was searching for was creepy." I missed, like, the next five minutes of the show, I swear. That episode was a master class in set-up and pay-off. Truly brilliant.

Sunday, December 19, 2004

Has anyone seen this years Christmas card photo of Charles, William and Harry? I used to think when I was younger that Prince Charles was, like, totally ugly, and I don't know if it's because I've grown up, or that he just looks better now that he's older, but I find him quite attractive in a very regal way, which is of course entirely appropriate. I would totally date him. Any of them, really. Harry's only two years younger than me, which is completely all right, y'know. Call me, guys!

I can't remember now if I blogged circa-Turkey Day about the opossum that was on our back deck eating the cat's food. Anyways, he was back last night, and we shooed him off, and it was still light enough for us to see him run into the cat's outdoor house. And we've been wondering why we've seen Laura's cat sleeping in the neighbor's dog house. That is why. There's been a mangy opossum in her house. Stupid thing. So I guess we're going to call Animal Control or something. (Although last night my grandpa demonstrated a great way to use a broom handle to break the opossum's neck. We're not going that route.)

Project Runway will be re-airing the first three episodes again this Wednesday, the 22nd, starting at 8pm Eastern. It's so good, and you must watch. And then tell me how much (not if, because you will) you love Austin. I love him this much. (See below.)

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That's a lot.

People are taking naps so now I can't play darts. Bah. We have an electronic dart board that keeps track of your score so you don't have to do any mathing. It's quite fun.

Friday, December 17, 2004

Ugh. I asked my parents, who went to the grocery store tonight, to get a lot of fruits and vegetables, because I feel like all I've eaten recently is meat and starch and Christmas cookies, and it's just too much. I miss buying my own groceries, even though sometimes I didn't have a lot of money and ate, like, cans of green beans for dinner.

Three more days of school and then it's my Christmas break. Working is hard. I never imagined as a kid that it was just as tiresome and monotonous for my teachers as it was for me. And I haven't even been doing it all school year. The Man truly does bring you down.

Oh, I am so sick of the drama in this house. Sarah's freaking out upstairs right now because Laura and I won't just cater to her every whim and pick up after her and do all her chores for her. She is so spoiled. She won't even put away her clothes, she just throws them on the floor. So Laura told her to pick up, and she's just screaming inarticulately upstairs. Fantastic.

Thursday, December 16, 2004

-- What did you do in 2004 that you'd never done before?
Um…watched Lost? Already, I feel dumb.

-- Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I never make any New Year’s resolutions. I make Sunday night “Goddamn it I’m losing weight and starting a diet tomorrow morning!” resolutions that usually last till Wednesday.

-- Did anyone close to you give birth?
My cousin, well, technically his wife, had a baby almost a full year ago they named Torin, which is Irish for chieftain. That’s about it.

-- Did anyone close to you die?
No, thankfully. We haven’t had a death in the immediate family since my freshman year of college.

-- What countries did you visit?
None. Because I am TEH POVERTY.

-- What would you like to have in 2005 that you lacked in 2004?
A social life. Direction. Something. Anything.

-- What dates from 2004 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
Goddamn May 1st, when USC finally deigned to tell me that they hadn’t accepted me into grad school. Because they suck ass. Ass suckers.

-- What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Finishing my screenplay. Which totally is a huge deal, and the first script I’ve finished, and it’s feature length, and I’m very proud of it. And now I know I can do it.

-- What was your biggest failure?
See: Suckers, Ass.

-- Did you suffer illness or injury?
I had Death Cold 2004 earlier this spring, and the Flu of Turkey Day Time that I have finally gotten over three weeks later.

-- What was the best thing you bought?
This wasn’t in 2004, but I don’t care. My cloak is ASOME. And now I can actually wear it, as it’s cold outside.

-- Whose behavior merited celebration?
I don’t understand this question, and I refuse to respond to it.

-- Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
I’ve been really upset with how my brother treats everyone else in the family, moreso than usual since school started again. I don’t know if it’s a high school thing or not, but he’s becoming insufferable, people.

-- Where did most of your money go?
Storage payments, credit card payments, and now I have loan payments to worry about, too.

-- What did you get really, really, really excited about?
The Oscars, because I knew we were going to take it home. Finally getting to see the finale of Arrested Development. DVD releases of Prisoner of Azkaban and ROTK. Not having to fly home for Turkey Day.

-- What song will always remind you of 2004?
“Float On” by Modest Mouse, “Take Me Out” by Franz Ferdinand, “Run” by Snow Patrol, and “Silent All These Years” by Tori Amos, which I think is an older song, but which I only heard the first time this year.

-- Compared to this time last year, are you:
a) happier or sadder?
Well, probably sadder, because I’ve done a lot of thinking about careers and where I’m headed and this is really the first time that something hasn’t worked out for me. But I am glad to be out of school, so it might balance out. I don’t know.
b) thinner or fatter?
Shut up you stupid question I hate you.
c) richer or poorer?
Oh, so poorer.

-- What do you wish you'd done more of?
Doing anything at all besides sitting at home and watching TV. My social life has ground to a halt since I came home, because I just don’t feel like any of my HS friends are still my friends, and I don’t know what we’d do. And it’s not like there’s anything to do in KC to make friends, so I just sit at home. Which is mostly okay, but I occasionally get depressed.

-- What do you wish you'd done less of?
Eh, I can’t think of anything.

-- How will you be spending Christmas?
At home, in the PJs. We do stuff Christmas Eve or on Sarah’s birthday on the 28th, nothing on the 25th itself.

-- Did you fall in love in 2004?
That would be no.

-- How many one-night stands?
See: No.

-- What was your favorite TV program?
Arrested Development, which brings me a religious-type joy. Like, praise Hurwitz, yo.

-- Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
Not really. I probably hate Nicole Kidman more now than last year, but I don’t think that’s what they meant.

-- What was the best book you read?
Oh, Christ. I have no idea. As far as new book this year…Bernard Cornwell is writing historical fiction on the Hundred Years War that I read the first book of, and it was excellent. (He also wrote an amazing trilogy on King Arthur, and a fantastic book on Stonehenge, if you’re into historical fic.)

-- What was your greatest musical discovery?
Haven’t had much this year, because I can’t download music anymore. Probably Keane, whom I love. Very pretty and melodic, and I love that it seems at least a segment of popular music is going that way.

-- What did you want and get?
Heh. Free time? Oh yeah, I got lots of free time.

-- What did you want and not get?
See: Suckers, Ass.

-- What was your favorite film of this year?
ROTK doesn’t count, I would imagine, so as much as I loved Prisoner of Azkaban, I’m going to have to go with Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, which touched me. In special places.

--What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
22, and we went to…Mexican food? Yes, I think Jenny and I went to El Cholo this year. Good times. 

--What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
See: Suckers, Ass.

-- How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2004?
Heh. Jeans and comfortable shirts? That’s pretty much it.

-- What kept you sane?
Laura, since we’ve finished becoming the same person. Last night, we were making fun of Marshall, and I said, “Oh, isn’t he just the rarified gentlemen?” And just as I was getting ready to say, “Let’s get him a brandy sniffer.” Laura totally said, “Drinking from a brandy sniffer.” Which isn’t even, like, the obvious next thing to say, but that’s how it is. So it’s been nice being able to hang out with her more.

-- Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
2004: The Year of Boyd.

-- What political issue stirred you the most?
Amnesty to illegal aliens working in the US. Just…no. I don’t want to get into it, but I was not pleased.

--Who did you miss?
Definitely miss Caroline and Jenny, who were the most awesome of roommates.

-- Who was the best new person you met?
Yeah. See: Social Life, Lack of.

--Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2004:
Apply to more than one grad school.

-- Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:
I can never think of song lyrics off the top of my head. Eh.

So it should be clear from this what the seminal event for me was this past year. I'm mostly over it, but I was totally traumatized until, like, September.

Also, aw, Liv Tyler finally had her baby. Milo William Langdon. I bet he's cuter than anything, people. And finally, a celebrity baby name that isn't just awful in its stupidity and pretentiousness. I'm looking at you, Roberts.

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

I finally got my paycheck for the month of October. Although I am very sad when I see what my gross pay was ($1300) and then I look at the actual number on the check ($1000). Actually, less sad, more fall-to-my-knees-shake-my-fists-at-the-sky-cry-blinding-tears-of-rage, but same diff.

TAR was kind of scary to watch last night. For those who haven't been following, one of the married couples is a completely abusive relationship. He yells at her constantly, and a few episodes ago they were arguing in the back of a taxi and he raised an elbow at her face and stopped just short. She flinched, and it was so obvious that had there not been cameras there he would have popped her one to the jaw, and that he's done so before. Anyways, last night, they were in a footrace to finish first (although at this point in the race it doesn't matter if you come in first or not, as long as you don't come in last). He is a total baby wuss, and dropped his bag because he said he couldn't run with it. She stopped and picked it up, and ran with both their bags. And she was just hysterical, like she knew what was going to happen. He just kept running, and the other team passed her. She is totally freaking out, and what does he do? He shoves the bag on her back as hard as he can and knocks her to the ground. Then they step on to the mat, and Phil has this look on his face, and she just walks off, sobbing. And Phil is like, maybe you should talk to her? And the guy is just like, I told her to leave the bag! And goes over and says this to her. It was unbelievable. On the one hand, I wish they hadn't shown it, as it just made me feel awful watching it knowing it was real, but on the other hand, maybe this woman's family will see it and realize what she's going through (since so many abusers isolate their spouse), or maybe someone else watching will decide they don't need to put up with it. I just can't believe they weren't eliminated. I would think there's a rule against laying hands on your partner.

Anyways, it was just as creepy as hell to watch, and yet oddly fascinating, so that I felt dirty afterwards.

Sunday, December 12, 2004

"Let me take a look at that. Oh, that's balls."

When I get a cell phone, it's totally going to ring 'The Final Countdown.'
Page count: 114. Screenplay status: Completed. Amount of Relief: 9.7.

I’ve been sitting in the basement writing for three straight days, and I have finally finished. I have the actual application forms to fill out, a 2-5 page essay on Why I Want to Go to Grad School, and then I just have to mail everything. It’s an exciting time, people.

There are still some people who have not emailed me their addresses. DO IT. My address book is buried in some pile of crap somewhere, either here or in a box in LA, and I don’t have anything. Yeah.

Cat called me last night, and we talked about many different things (including how crazy the Frenchies are on Haven). She was telling me this story about how she accidentally went to this nude beach in Spain, and there were naked men everywhere, surfing and jogging and such, naked naked naked, and I replied, “Dude, I could never hang out at a beach with gay…” And I stopped, because where the hell did the word “gay” come from? I meant to say “naked,” and my brain supplied “gay” instead. It was totally bizarre.

Anyhoo, Cat, here’s a link to a picture of me. (I'm in the blue sweater.) It’s a couple of years old, but I picked it because it is flattering. And, I guess, anyone else who doesn’t know what I look like, and wants to know, may click. Please, don’t look directly at the scales and the snake hair. You’re my friends, and I don’t want you to turn to stone.

Saw the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory trailer this weekend. So very, very bizarre. It’s just a teaser, which I usually am not a fan of, since they’re almost always a random editing of quick images thrown together under music, and this was the case with this trailer. I didn’t really get a sense of the film at all, except that Johnny Depp looks very scary, kind of gay, and yet strangely attractive. Which was basically what I thought after seeing the first poster, so my view on this film remains unchanged.

Two days until ROTK extended edition! Squee!

Friday, December 10, 2004

I just updated ur all foozes. Eight months in between posts isn't too bad, heh.
Page count: 84. Eek. It's getting down to the wire (it has to be mailed on Tuesday). I think I can get it done, but it'll be cutting it close. Stupid screenplay.

Lost made me cry this week. It was very traumatic. What I like about this show, I guess, is that even though it has plot things that don't really make sense, and over-the-top writing at times, I want to know what happens next, and that's compelling storytelling. I also think that most of the main characters (except KATE OMG) are well-written, and almost all helmed by great actors (except KATE OMG), so when two characters from the ensemble are stuck together, it's going to be interesting, because there's been such a great backdrop already put together for those kinds of interactions.

Arrested Development this week was hilarious. Definitely the best episode of the season so far. Buster and GOB together continue to be pure comedy gold. Just the two of them standing in a room together is funny.

I have been fighting off this horrible case of the flu, or bronchitis, or tonsilitis, or whatever. Today, my left tonsil is finally smaller than a golf ball. It's an exciting time for me. Stupid...no health insurance.

Wednesday, December 8, 2004

Okay, first things first. People who have the time, watch Project Runway tonight on Bravo. I just happened to start watching the premiere last week, and was totally hooked. It was very nice to watch a reality show that for once awarded merit and not stupid alliances and boys vs. girls or whatever. I don’t know anything about fashion (other than that Uggs are fug), but it was still really fascinating. My favorite so far is Austin, who looks like the beautiful, gay lovechild of Andy Warhol and Yves Saint Laurent. Love him.

I am so sick of all these news reports about schools freaking out about Christmas carols or Christmas trees. I am all for religious tolerance and the separation of church and state, but no one is going to explode if they sing “Silent Night” during a Holiday pageant. We had a concert once where we sang a Hannukah song, even though there was not a single Jewish kid in the entire school at that time. We all managed. Hell, I’m pretty much approaching atheism anymore, and I love religious carols not because I think the lyrics are one hundred percent the truth, but because they’re pretty and shiny and traditional. If you, or your kid, is so offended by saying “God” or whatever, pull them out, but don’t force the rest of the school to change what they do.

So, Merry Christmas everyone. That’s right. Not “Happy Holidays.” Merry Christmas.

Monday, December 6, 2004

I can’t find my address book, so if everyone could email me their addresses (specifically the Christmas-circa ones) at kungfuwaynewho@juno.com, I’d appreciate it.

I just went through one of those periods where I don’t want to post because I have nothing to post about. My life is boring. I get up, go substitute, come home, work on applications, watch TV. I know that no one actually cares what I thought about this week’s Lost, and that’s all I have to talk about. Anyway. That’s why I’ve been incommunicado.

Two grad applications mailed, two to go. I have 60 pages done on my screenplay. I need 40-60 more finished by this time next week. NaScreeWriMo didn’t work as well as I had hoped (of course, the week I spent half dying from an awful case of the flu didn’t help). I don’t know if I’m going to get done, or if I do, how good a job it’s going to be. These are the times when my self-loathing just about chokes me. Freaking…six months I could have been working on this, and I wait till the last goddamn minute again. Stupid.

Okay, so this is a cautionary tale for those of you in the workforce: make sure payroll knows you’re working. I started substituting three days a week at the middle school library the last week of October. I get paid once a month, and when my paycheck showed up last week…I was missing about 900 dollars. Because no one told payroll I was working in the library three days a week, and I only got paid for the other subbing I did. And when I called, I was told that I could turn in those days, but they’d be put on the next paycheck. So it’s going to be cutting it close, paying for applications, storage and my first student loan payment. It’s just unbelievable to me that no one turned my work into payroll. (And no, it was not my responsibility to do this. Although in the future, I’ll make sure everyone knows. Oh, yes.)

It’s not all bad, though. Lost was really good this week. Aha.

Tuesday, November 23, 2004

Folks, I'm here to rally the troops for an actual good purpose, instead of our usual jacking around. Oh, it'll still be jacking around, but it'll help people. I want everyone who has a Xanga account, which I think is everyone, to report this site and also post on it. It's here, and it's been put up by someone in Marshall's school, basically saying horrible things about everyone. I normally wouldn't care, because a lot of people at Piper are pretty much losers, but the blogger made fun of Marshall, and that just doesn't fly.

So. I'm going to post in comments. And then report. Join me, won't you?
Page count: 58

First of all, I want to say that the beginning of the new U2 song never fails to make me giggle. Oh, Bono. Fourteen does not come after three, you silly man. Hee.

Getting ready to watch TAR. Am very excited about the fact that this season follows so closely on the heels of the last. Iceland was gorgeous; that’s one of my favorite parts of the show, that they go all these places I just wish I could go, and likely never will. (Although they do go places I have absolutely no desire to see. At all.) I was hoping I’d like the professional wrestling team, just because that’s so odd, but they’re very fight-y and abrasive. The team I had pegged as my team to root for throughout, and inevitably go out fourth, went out first, so that was depressing. There are a few bland “dating models” teams, but other than that, it’s a good set of people. I was reading the recap on TWoP, and while I disagree with Miss Alli on a lot of things, I have to give her credit when she called the reason why TAR is the best reality show on TV: the people really do work hard. So many other shows are just about humiliation, or about the pretty people lazing around on the beach and voting each other out, and this show is really about hard work, and giving it your best (we’re continuing to ignore Flo). Such a positive show, really.

BOMP.

Sunday, November 21, 2004

Okay, I have the most awesome story to share, to anyone who didn't watch 20/20 on Friday. So, the University of Missouri is basically run by these two guys who married the daughters of the Walmart fortune. They essentially got rid of the old basketball coach, built all kinds of new stadiums, yadda yadda. One has a daughter named Paige Laurie, and they named the new basketball stadium after her.

Paige went to USC. Apparently she was in film, and graduated in May, so I probably saw her around or knew of her or whatever, although I didn't recognize her name off the top of my head. Anyways, it came out this Friday that for three and a half years she paid someone, who started off being her roommate but had to transfer to a juco, to write all of her papers. At first, it was just, can you write this one paper? And then ended up having her write everything. This girl even ended up getting Paige's email account so she could email professors and stuff of Paige's behalf. At first, it was supposed to be a favor, and then it became an obligation, and the girl was afraid to quit because Paige Laurie's connected, yo. She had been paying this girl upwards of 2 to 3 thousand dollars ($2000 - $3000) a paper, and the girl was afraid that if she said no, she'd get in trouble with the IRS or something like that, because of the paper trail. (Evidently not realizing that would expose Paige as a cheater, but whatever.) So this girl ended up paying this other girl over $20,000 over the course of three years to basically write every single paper for her. And the girl kept them all. Some have teacher's comments on them, like, "So much better than your in-class exam!"

So they were trying to figure out why Paige would do this, and the girl said that she told her that she was just too busy, and they found all this footage of her partying and being a quasi-socialite. Then they show footage of her at graduation, and an excerpt of a letter from her to the other girl, where she basically bragged about her 3.5 as though she somehow deserved it, and then not-so-gently asked the girl to start writing papers for another friend of hers. That's what drove the girl to go to 20/20, because she was afraid it would start all over again.

Hee. MU's basketball stadium on campus is named after a gigantic cheater. No word yet on whether USC is going to revoke her degree or anything, since there's plenty of proof. The family hasn't commented, although before the story came out, Paige announced that she was looking into either attending graduate school for film or just starting work in the industry. Nice try now, sweetheart.

I wish I had known her though, and remembered her as that snotty princess from discussion section who never knew what she was talking about, who wore Juicy couture and had a beer belly, because that? Would have been most triumphant.

Saturday, November 20, 2004

Page Count: 49

Okay, I'm going to post a couple of excerpts from the latest Terry Pratchett book I am reading, to convince everyone to go out, right now, and read a Terry Pratchett book if you have never done so.

"The voice went into his head, bored down through his memories, riffled through his fears, found the right levers, battened onto them, and pulled. In Moist's case, it found Frau Shambers. In the second year at school, you were precipitated out of the warm, easygoing kindergarten of Frau Tissel, smelling of finger paint, playdough, and inadequate toilet training, and onto the cold benches governed by Frau Shambers, smelling of Education. It was as bad as being born, with the added disadvantage that your mother wasn't there."

"The hub, or nerve center, of the coach business was a big shed next to the stable. It smelled--no, it stank of--no, it fugged of--horses, leather, veterinary medicine, bad coal, brandy, and cheap cigars. That's what a fug was. You could have cut cubes out of the air and sold it for cheap building material."

"'Anghammarad Said She Reminded Him of Lela The Volcano Goddess, Who Smokes All The Time Because The God of Rain Has Rained On Her Lava,' the golem went on."

"Moist reeled under her weight. She was dragging at his collar so hard that he was likely to end up on the floor, and the thought of being found on the floor with Miss Maccalariat was--well, a thought that just couldn't be thoughted. The head would explode before thoughting it."


Hee.


Friday, November 19, 2004

Changed the template. Hobbitses!

So, I just saw this commercial with Antonio Banderas for St. Jude's Children's Hospital. You know how it is. Some celebrity talks about how some little kid got cancer, and the prognosis was dire, but they went to St. Jude's and now they're cancer-free? And the point is to tug at your heart strings and make you write a check?

Except with Antonio Banderas, who has the little girl behind him, and she puts her tiny, baby hands over his eyes, and he laughs and pulls her into his lap, and goes, "And now...she is cancer free." In his accent, and with the baby.

And I cried. Seriously. At a thirty second commercial.

I still don't have any money to send to St. Jude's, but that was quite possibly the most effective commercial I have ever seen. Listen up, advertising people. Just put Antonio Banderas in every single ad ever made from now on, and we, the consumer public, will buy one of everything. Because he has that power.
Read the Scientology thread at Fametracker. God, the creepy. I've caught snippets of that Leah Remini show on VH1 about her being pregnant and stuff, but apparently they recently showed the episode where she gave birth, and she was completely silent throughout. I didn't know she was a clam, and I didn't know about the silent birth thing (because birth trauma is what screws us up, according to the clams), and whoa. Creepy. C-R-E-E-OMG-P-Y. I guess they also have this organization called Sea Org, which is some kind of faux Navy thing where they wear uniforms and stand in defense of the alien spaceships, as the kind of idealized version of what they do, but they're really an intelligence force, gathering dirt on everyone to blackmail them with if they try to leave the church. And the total militant opposition to psychiatry and prescription drugs for mental illness? I mean...Jesus. How can any sane, even slightly intelligent person get duped into this.

And they think we evolved from clams! Although of course the clams don't learn this till they've paid thousands and thousands of dollars for auditing and seminars and all.

Clams!

In other news, this season of Survivor is now officially the most boring ever. Twila needs to grow a spine, already. Just make a decision and stick with it. For three weeks she could have aligned herself with a majority group and been high in their pecking order, and she's just pissed it all away. Stupid. I hate when the whole show depends on the asinine decisions of one dumb person. Bah.

Page count: same. Was busy last night. My mom had taken Sarah out for some school-related outing, and they came back, and Sarah came upstairs all crying and with the hitched breathing, and I have her come sit next to me. "What's wrong?" I ask, very loving and concerned. "I can't breathe!" says Sarah, very upset. "Just calm down and tell me what's wrong, okay?" I tell her, understanding and patient. My dad runs upstairs and starts putting the Albuterol in the breathing treatment machine. "She's having an asthma attack!"

Right. Cue filmy flashback. Sarah: "I can't breathe!" Hokay. So glad I'm A FLAMING IDIOT.

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Page count: 41; number of ear infections: 1; number of times clutched ear and moaned "goddamnit:" 62; number of Laura's prescription pain pills taken: 1

I really enjoyed Lost tonight. So far, my two favorite episodes so far have been written by David Fury, this one tonight and the Locke episode, which is totally surprising as he was my least favorite writer on Buffy and Angel. But he really nails this show, and gets the main plot, the sub-plot, the sub-sub-plot, the humor and drama mix, and the flashbacks all right. And Kate only had, like, four lines! Which is awesome. The actress is pretty, and does a good pensieve 1000-mile stare, but she just has no on-screen charisma. It doesn't help that they're mostly writing her as a complete Mary Sue, so the fact that she didn't do much tonight contributed greatly to my enjoyment.

And Hurley is just too damn cute. Someone (read: Laura) (or whoever) send me Hurley pictures. Yis.

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Page count: 33 (okay); pages written yesterday: 10 (v. good) cigarettes: 0 (perfect streak continues); alcohol units: 0 (all have in house is icky strawberry margarita); number of hours spent playing video game: 2 (bad); number of hours spent playing darts: 1 (good, as is man-type sport and knowledge might be useful in flirty pub situation).


Saw Bridget Jones’s 2 this weekend. While perhaps not as perfectly charming as the original, it was quite good, and I thought all the changes made were good, in that they were filmic and made sense within the context of the film. Colin Firth remains dreamy. I really, really liked the soundtrack; why does music cost money? Why? Why?


I was a little disappointed in Arrested Development this weekend. I think it’s the first episode ever that I didn’t laugh out loud at even just once. Everything felt a little…contrived, and not in the usually good AD way. I don’t know if it was a set-up episode that was trying to get things done for the future, or what, but it just didn’t work for me. (The Lucille/Oscar storyline, which in the past I have enjoyed, felt really over-the-top and unsubtle this week in particular.) Although based on TWoP postings, I'm the only one who feels this way, as everyone else thought it was awesome.

In related news, I did buy the AD season one DVDs, and they are awesome. I haven’t even got to any of the special features yet; I’ve just been going through and watching all the episodes in order (except “Marta Complex,” which I’ve seen way too many times for some reason). When you watch all the episodes that closely together, it’s amazing how little things were introduced very early on with no fanfare, only to be explored in detail later on, which makes you wonder if they’re just really fantastic planners, or if they’re careful studies of their own work.


Tuesday, November 9, 2004

Whoa. The first teaser poster for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is ASOME. This is officially the new movie I am most looking forward to, based on that single image alone. Depp as a slightly effeminate, slightly vampiric, very posh Wonka? Yeah, that'll work.

Went to see The Incredibles this weekend, and although it took me about half an hour to really get into it, I was very pleasantly happy with the film. The trailers and TV commercials did not make it look as good as previous Pixar films, but I can see why marketing had a hard time selling the film, as it is much more an action/family drama that happens to be animated than a typical animated film, all gags and one-liners. I wouldn't rank it with Monsters Inc. or Finding Nemo just yet, but I do think it's a very cute movie, and is way, way better than Shrek 2, which while enjoyable doesn't have the same depth and strength of writing.

Page Count: 16 I've been slacking, which is dumb, since I know when I have to finish this by. Dumb, dumb George Michael.

Thursday, November 4, 2004

Well, I’m happy. I wasn’t going to post, but then I decided that if everyone else can post their reaction to the election, by god, so can I, even if my opinion is the odd one out. Is Bush the perfect president? No. But I voted for him because I thought he was the better choice. The Democrats didn’t put out a viable candidate; they thought anyone other than Bush would win by default. If there had been a strong candidate presented by the Democratic party, someone fiscally conservative and socially liberal (like Arnold Schwarzeneggar, in terms of politics), then I would have seriously considered voting for that candidate. But not John Kerry, who is not someone I want running the country based on his record in Congress. Perhaps it’s the lesser of two evils, but this is my reasoning for my vote. Because I know there was some confusion about how anyone could justify a Bush vote.

I am upset about the gay marriage vote. I think it’s completely ridiculous, and I don’t understand how these amendments can be legal. We need a Gay Rights Movement akin to the Civil Rights Movement of forty years ago; that’s the only way I see something happening anytime soon. Pop culture can help the attrition of out-dated opinions and ideas, but only slowly.

I’ve seen all over the internet today people bemoaning what they believe will be the eventual overturning of Roe v. Wade. I doubt that this will happen, honestly; I think there a lot of people who consider themselves pro-life who realize that there are legitimate reasons why a woman would want an abortion and that the option should be open to them. The extreme pro-lifers who don’t condone abortion in any case, ever, are a minority. There might be some more refining of abortion laws--partial-birth, parental notification--things like that, but I just can’t see, even if Bush appointed one or even two new Supreme Court justices, that the entirety of RvW will be overturned.

One final thing: I hope this doesn’t piss anyone off. I want to preface this by saying that upsetting or angering anyone is not my intent. And I’m not saying this to anyone who reads this blog in particular; what I am addressing here is something I’ve heard not just today, but for the past four years. If you (generic you) are upset that Bush won, and say that you’re going to move to another country, then do it. Seriously. Just move to a country that you won’t ever disagree with the politics therein, and be blissful and content. However, if you’re just saying that to express your disgust, well, boo-hoo, let me wipe away my tears with my plastic hand. How you feel today? Is how we all felt in 1996, when Clinton won again. I hated Clinton. The last two years of his presidency, I couldn’t even watch him on TV. I still can’t. But I never heard any Republicans threatening to leave the country the way I have with people on message boards, and celebrities, etc. People talk about how concerned they are with how polarized and partisan the country is, but if the 50% of the people who feel they lost just give up and move, nothing will be done to heal the divide. Bipartisanship means you have to compromise sometimes, that you have to stick through issues and times you may not support to get to the ones you do. (Bipartisanship, though, is not just the last resort of the minority party. I’m sometimes under the impression that one party only calls for bipartisan efforts if they’re not in the majority, and if they were, they wouldn’t care.) If you’re worried that another Bush term is going to erode abortion rights, then get out and find ways to protect a woman’s right to choose. Whatever your issue is, go out and volunteer, donate, spread the word, do something proactive. If democracy is all about the people, and making our voices heard, that won’t be done if half the electorate just gives up for the next four years. If Kerry had won, I would be disappointed, but nothing about what I support in the political climate of this country would be lost unless I and everyone who voted along with me just gave up. This might sound jingoistic and corny, but I do love this country. We’ve made mistakes, recently and not, just like every other country on this planet. I’m still proud to live here, and while there are things that I’m not happy with, like everyone, I know that there’s a burden on me to get these things done the way I want. If you hate America that much, if you can’t stand to be here, then leave the country to those who actually want to work to make it a better place.

Honestly, though, I just want to conclude with suggesting how we can completely heal this country in four years, after Bush’s second term. Elect Tony Blair. Mmm, Tony Blair.

Tuesday, November 2, 2004

Page Count: 13

I have the worst headache right now. I'm loathe to call it a migraine, because technically it isn't, but it's the best word to make clear the brain-melting pain. I hate headaches. They're totally stupid.

Our first really wintry day today. Cold and bleak. I'm still so used to the Groundhog Day monotony of LA weather that actual winter is still amusing and enjoyable to me. I'm sure that will change come February or so.

I voted. Yay. Like everyone else, it's not like I'm in a battleground state, so it's more a matter of principle than thinking it will make an actual difference.

Monday, November 1, 2004

Yay! One of my professors apparently emailed me back and said he'd be glad to send a letter of recommendation, but I never got the email. So I emailed this morning, and he was all, "I totally sent it!" Although the exuberance might have come from me, not him.

Whew. I am so relieved. So I have all three letters, and all the rest got mailed today.

So, last time I went to Subway, I got one of the fancy subs, with different kinds of meat and a special sauce and stuff. And of course I put vegetables on it and such. I got home, and it was a great sub...except that I couldn't taste the meat. So lately I've just been getting the Veggie Delight, because it's the cheapest sub they have, and it tastes the same as a regular sub, like turkey or whatever, if you get stuff on your subs. So I recommend this miserly approach. Tasteh.

Sunday, October 31, 2004

Halloween! My most favoritest holiday in the whole wide world! We just finished doing our Jack O'Lanterns. Mine kind of looks like a pirate, quite unintentionally. Later Laura and I are going to finish our Halloween baking (seriously), and then start working on Sarah's costume. She has a kimono we bought this summer, so she's going as a geisha girl. We of course told her she was going as a Japanese woman in theater makeup, but she'll be a geisha girl. My mom accidentally said it out loud in front of her, and Sarah asked for three days, "What's a gooshy girl?" before we got her to forget about it.

We watched Dawn of the Dead last night. Really gruesome, but so much so that it went from being disturbing all the way around to not. It wasn't really all that scary, although there were some, "Oh my God that's sick!" moments. Sarah Polley has some seriously messed up teeth, though. And I still haven't forgiven her for My Life Without Boring.

Thursday, October 28, 2004

National Novel Writing Month begins on November 1st. As I have no desire to write a novel, and honestly, no prose-writing talent to do so, I will be using NaNoWriMo to finally finish a complete first draft of a screenplay. I shall call it NaScreeWriMo. And as accountability is a huge motivator for me, I will post my progress (not because I think any of you care, but if I know that people will know that I did no writing, it will make me want to write). Now, I'm cheating a little bit, as I already have seven pages done, but it'll be okay. A jump start, if you will.

The mornings here have been really interesting, all humid and foggy, in manner of greenhouse. Or the produce department. One is misted quite regularly in a fine sheen of water when one leaves the house in the morning. It is not very refreshing at all. It is merely damp.

I emailed three professors on Monday, in three separate emails, about writing letters of recommendation for the UCLA application, which has a postmark deadline for everything on Monday. One prof. immediately got back to me and said he couldn't do it, so I wrote myself my own recommendation letter and am asking my sound department supervisor to sign the bottom and send it in. (Seriously, this is his preferred method of writing recommendation letters.) However, the other two professors haven't replied at all. I'm worrying about whether the emails went through, or if they've even seen them yet. Eek.

Tuesday, October 26, 2004

Didn't work today; stayed at home and worked on my UCLA application. I called their cinema student affairs division and learned they prefer a smaller writing sample of high quality over many writing samples (like USC, bastards), so I should get the rest done tomorrow, which is awesome. And I don't have to send my GRE scores. Thanks, UCLA!

I love Ken Jennings. It would have sucked if the guy to win $2 million on Jeopardy had been some smarmy asshole like that one guy who won Who Wants to Be a Millionaire the first time. I can't imagine watching Jeopardy now without Ken. He should just always be on. Like the Iron Chef. Oh, there's always a challenger, and occasionally the challenger beats the Iron Chef, but that doesn't mean the Iron Chef has to go away. The Iron Chef is the master. He's the one who tests the challenger. Ken is the Iron Chef.


Monday, October 25, 2004

OMG LAURA THROW AWAY THAT PIECE OF APPLE PIE IN YOUR REFRIGERATOR.

Now that that's out of the way, I would just like to say to everyone that I did absolutely nothing this weekend. Nothing. I have not a single piece of information to post about, not one charming anecdote to relate, not a shred of anything interesting for any of you to read.

Caroline: What is your new email address? (My SC email account just expired, so I imagine yours did as well.) (Is it "your's?" I suddenly can't remember if there's an apostrophe or not.)

Thursday, October 21, 2004

Not subbing today. Am staying home and working on grad school applications. Am mortally terrified of still not getting into grad school.

Lost was pretty good last night, although I still don't like Jack (Matthew Fox). I guess it's because he's the pretty boy, and is being set up as the big male lead, and I just don't find him all that interesting. Ah well, the rest of the episode was good, although this was the first time I noticed the music wasn't good. Get a new music person.

The other day I took an orange to work to eat for lunch. I unpeeled it, segmented it, and then ate the first bite, and it was ridiculously sour. But I was hungry, and it wasn't too bad, so I just kept eating it. I was halfway through before I realized it was a grapefruit that I was just eating plain.

And that's about it. God, my life is boring.

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

I was substituting yesterday for the high school debate/theater teacher. She is married to the child molesting library aide and is also the woman who treated Laura like crap, basically forcing her out of Theater Club and the plays. Anyways, the two debate classes are about 80% novices, first year students who are taking debate for the very first time this year. They've had this class for three months now. And they know nothing. It was appalling. Marshall is in the class, and apparently she doesn't teach them anything, saying that she won't "spoonfeed" the students. Isn't that the whole point of being a teacher? That you teach your subject material? I guess she expects the few advanced kids in each class to show the novices the ropes, but they have their own work to do, so the first years are lost. And because I love debate, I was filled with rage. I wonder if the administration knows that she is totally incompetent.

I'm posting this while subbing for a fifth grade class. I'm typing while I watch the room, and kids are staring at me like I'm some kind of wizard, able to type without looking at the keyboard.

Political stuff: Shut up, John Kerry. I think most of Social Security should be privatized, as it was never intended to support everyone past the retirement age, so saying that Bush supports privatization in a loud, indignant voice just confirms what I hate about the liberal, giant government, let's regulate every bit of a person's everyday life, thing. And I think we should privatize health care, too! Aha!

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

Clarification: If Jon Stewart didn't have anything to promote (I know the book already came out, but a ton of media promotion goes on after the movie/book/show/album has come out), and went on Crossfire, and bitched them out, then I wouldn't have cared a whit. But he's garnered a lot of media attention since his appearance, and at the end of much of it a reporter will add, "And America: The Book is in stores now." I would just hate to think that any of what he said was designed for publicity purposes. Does that make sense? Because I heart Jon Stewart, and trust me, I am not a fan of Crossfire, so it honestly has nothing to do with the actual topics raised.

Advise: If you have your hair pulled back and secured with some device, like a butterfly clip, don't absently stick a paper clip into your hair and wiggle it around, as OMG IT WILL GET STUCK.
Okay, so. I debated about posting this, because I know that everyone else disagrees and will probably rag on me, but I decided that damn it, it's my journal, and I will post what I want. I love Jon Stewart. I love the Daily Show. I think Stewart is smart and funny and cute as a button. But I was totally disappointed with his appearance on Crossfire. It really doesn't have anything to do with politics, or even the specifics of what he was upset about. I just think there are certain rules and conventions that go along with the whole guesting on talk shows to promote yourself and your product which will soon be up for sale, and one of them is not using that talk show as a public forum to voice your issues or to screw with the people hosting the show. Stewart, as a talk show host who has guests on to promote their own projects, should know this. If he has such a problem with Crossfire, then don't use that forum to promote your project. If they're so horrible, and such a waste of air time, then don't use the show and those people to your own advantage. I don't think you can have it both ways.

Anyways. I would feel the same way if someone came on a talk show that I hated, and ragged them over the coals for all the legitmately crap things they do, and then said, "And buy my book." It's just...wrong. I don't know.

Monday, October 18, 2004

It's autumn! Trees are turning colors! The air is crisp and has scent in manner of burning wood and leaves! I haven't experienced this since 1999. Terribly exciting, everyone.

So I'm doing my fifth day substituting for the computer teacher today (we didn't have school Friday). They finally told me last night that her sister just died of a brain aneurism. So that sucks. I guess she's supposed to be back tomorrow, though. Speaking of the subbing, I don't want to do too many cutesy kid anecdotes, because I don't want my blog to turn twee, but I had a kindergartener last week who started crying in the middle of class. I went over and asked her what was wrong, and she told me that she missed her mommy. I asked her what she wanted to do, so we ended up coloring. I wonder if she misses her mom so much every day?
I'm sleepy. I can't believe I got up this early for twelve years.

Dudes. Locke on Lost is totally my new favorite character on TV. Wednesday's episode was awesome. I cried at the end. Of course, I cry at the end of most things, so that's not really all that shocking, but still. I'm glad this show has been able, so far, knock on wood, to keep up to the standard it set with the pilot.

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Okay, so. It's been awhile. I went through another of those huge apathetic "I don't care about the hassle involved in getting online, so feh" times. Then Laura was all, you never update! So behold. Unfortunately, there's a reason why I don't update, and that's because all I have to talk about is TV.

Well, that's not entirely true. I just started substituting. I guess our district was desperate for subs, because I became eligible on Friday and have subbed every day since including today, in which I am subbing for an elementary computer class. My God, are kindergarteners annoying. Anyways, it's ridiculously easy money, as I don't do much other than make kids do worksheets and sit quietly, and make sure they don't start hitting each other. Also, I'm going to direct the middle school play in the spring, and do a theater workshop there this fall, so that's a nice $1700 paycheck for working with kids on something I love anyways. Job stuff finally worked out. Now I just need to start applying to graduate schools and finish my goddamn script.

Lost: I didn't think I would enjoy this show as much as I am, as I'm not all that big a J.J. Abrams fan. But there are enough characters I already care about (read: everyone but stupid Matthew Fox, the curiously unemoting Evangeline Lilly (Kate), and that blond girl who has my name), so that I'm interested in what's going to happen. I especially like Charlie, of course, big surprise, but also the big pregnant girl, Hurley, Sayid, and the cranky gun shooting man. Not so much into the Ian Somerholder. I know everyone thinks he's cute as can be, but he's not doing much for me. Dudes, though. Am I the only person that totally didn't recognize Terry O'Quinn (the guy with the orange, who made the whistle)? He shaved off his wee little mustache! I was watching this last week, and he spoke more, and I recognized his voice, and then totally had an apostrophe. I didn't know that little facial hair made that much difference.

I tried to watch Desperate Housewives, and made it through ten minutes. Bah. I just don't like those kinds of dramas. I don't get what the big fuss is about.

CSI: NY is pretty good, although CSI is CSI. I mostly just watch it for Gary Sinise, who is yum, although I am surprised at the fact that I don't really mind Kanakerides, whom I actively hated as a result of her work on Providence, a show I didn't even watch.

I couldn't care less about Survivor this time around. They really need to change the show's format, or do something different, because it's becoming like Mad Libs. "Then [insert tribe member here] promised [tribe member] that he wouldn't vote against him, but then [tribe member] brought up the fact that strong people should be eliminated before individual immunity comes up for grabs, so [tribe member] broke his word. [Tribe member] ranted about ethics and friendship and having integrity." Blah.

Re: movies. Dude. DUDE. Shaun of the Dead is hilarious. Laura and I went to go see it a few weeks ago, and just giggled throughout the whole thing. I totally and unequivocally recommend it.

I bought Eternal Sunshine, and it's just a great, great movie. I love everything about it. I'm pretty sure everyone who reads this has seen it, but if you haven't, DO IT. DO IT.

Monday, September 20, 2004

The Amazing Race! Arrested Development! Arrested Development! The Amazing Race! Yay! Happiness!


but, fcuk u all pachino. bah.


Anyways, Emmys was pretty good, although I was disappointed The Sopranos won. Fashion wasn’t all that interesting, nothing really stand-out gorgeous or hideous that I saw. I was reminded how much I love William Shatner. Hee. I do have to say, though, I was interested this morning to hear on the news how Arrested Development was the second lowest-rated show to win the Best Sitcom Emmy. The lowest rated? Sex and the City. However, the reporter was quick to point out that since it’s on HBO and not on a broadcast network, it doesn’t really count.
Excuse me? More people watch Arrested Development than Sex and the City? They have gone on and on about how AD is so low-rated, and how Sex and the City is just such a cultural watermark (Or is that phrase cultural landmark? I have no idea.), and taps into the psyche of today’s urban woman, blah blah biddy blah, so amazing the show is, yes. And yet more people know who Steve Holt is than know who Big is! (I don’t know who Big is.) Anyways, I completely boggled at the TV, because I didn’t know that Sex and the City had so few people, relatively speaking, watching it, and here the entertainment media was trying to make me feel like an out-of-touch loser all these years for not watching it. Ha.


So, I’m applying to be a substitute teacher in my school district here. Seems like an okay job. I had to go downtown to the health center to get a tuberculosis skin test, though. You’d think it would be enough to just say, yep, don’t have the TB, no blood in my lungs, yea verily. But no. I also have to get my transcripts sent in, and get fingerprinted for a background check. You’d think that we’d recently had a sex offender at our school or something.


Thursday, September 16, 2004

Why didn't Colin and Christie get eliminated? Why? WHY. I just hope they don't intimidate the other two teams into not yielding them, because it appears that's the only way they don't come in first place.

Survivor was good. I'm, afraid about spoiling people, though, so I'll just say that I'm glad the team that went to tribal council didn't just kowtow to the people who decided to alliance up first. Smrt, these people are getting.

I don't CARE about the hurricanes anymore. Stop TALKING about them, news people. Blah blah high winds rain blah blah blah. WE GET IT.


Tuesday, September 14, 2004

This weekend we went to Walmart (as we are wont to do about twice a week), and saw a sign that notified me that Eternal Sunshine is coming out on DVD on September 28th. I actually said "Yay!" out loud. I had figured rather pessimistically that they were going to wait to release it until later in the year, for Oscar season, but thankfully they're doing it now. It's bad enough I have to wait until December 14th for the ROTK Extended Edition. What is that all about?

Caroline, if there is any show you want me to tape for you, let me know. I'd be happy to do it. Or two shows, whatever. I mean, it's probably something I'll be watching anyways, so it would be no trouble. I can't imagine your family is able to cover all sixty hours of TV you watch a week, so...

Saturday, September 11, 2004

This past Wednesday, my friend Courtney drove up from her college, which is south of KU, and Laura and I and her went out for coffee. Afterwards, we went to Borders, where I bought the Prisoner of Azkaban soundtrack. I got back to Laura’s dorm, took off the plastic, finagled off that stupid tape thing at the top, opened the CD case…to reveal the Van Helsing soundtrack. I was completely and totally flummoxed. I probably stared at the CD for thirty full seconds. I flipped the case back closed to make sure I picked up the right CD. I looked at the stupid tape label. I looked at my receipt. The wrong CD was in the case. Totally, totally bizarre; I have never had this happen before, or even heard of it happening to anyone else.

Went back to Borders yesterday, took it in, and the cashier was like, “Yeah…I know how this happened. He’s going to get into trouble.” I didn’t hear any more details, but went back and got another copy of the soundtrack. Noticed that the price was five whole dollars less than what I paid not even 48 hours before. So I exchanged my CD and got five bucks back. And this time, the Harry Potter CD was the one inside, which was a special bonus.

Great soundtrack, by the way. Very medieval, which I found out from reading the insert was inspired by the “Double Trouble” Hogwart’s Choir song Cuaron requested during production. Now, I will listen to a man with a pan flute all day long, so I’ve already listened to the soundtrack twice and really, really love it. I’ve kind of bagged on John Williams in the past, in that I think a lot of his more recent work has been ripping off his earlier work, but most of this soundtrack is very fresh sounding. I recommend it.

Friday, September 10, 2004

Movies I am looking forward to:

I Heart Huckabees: When I first saw the trailer before Garden State, I just thought it looked odd, but it's really grown on me. Any trailer with good music is a plus, but this film just looks interesting, unique and rather charming.

Finding Neverland: Johnny Depp and Kate Winslet. That's about all I need to know. Plus, it's been getting truly awesome reviews and is currently at the front of the Best Picture race.

The Life Aquatic: I liked Rushmore, and I liked The Royal Tenenbaums, so I will probably like this. Bill Murray, Owen Wilson, Cate Blanchett, Angelica Huston, and Willem Dafoe. I'm a little worried about the digital sea creatures, but the rest of the trailer looks cute as hell.

Batman Begins : This doesn't come out until next summer, but Christian Bale playing the Caped Crusader? All hot and tormented? Yeah, I'm in.

Tuesday, September 7, 2004

Yay! I finished the re-design! Yay! Finally!

I'm visiting Laura this week at KU, so I have access to the high-speed internet, which let me download a trial version of Dreamweaver, which let me finally put this thing together. I just wanted to try something new. Now, I'm not totally done yet, as I want to find a place to put an icon, but I just wanted to get the son of a bitch up already.

All my fandoms smooshed together in one happy bunch. Pretty.

Friday, August 27, 2004

There's an independent film that's going to start shooting in Kansas City in the beginning of October, and I'm going to apply for a crew position on the shoot; if that doesn't go through, I'm just going to get a job at some local retail place and be done with it. I got two "thanks for your resume, but we don't even want to interview you" letters this week, and I'm starting to wonder what was the point of spending $35,000 a year if I can't even get a job at a local TV station. Anyways, apparently my parents are severely upset that I've taken a few months off after graduating, and want me to get a job post-haste, so anyways. Good times.

I finally finished the snazzy new background image for my blog template, combining most of my fandoms, but until I get my hands on some kind of html editor or page maker, there's no way I can figure out how to put the template together myself. I've been trying to do some icons, but my dad decreed that we can't download pictures anymore, because he's afraid of getting viruses, so it's like I can't do anything. Very disheartening.

Oh, my God, Caroline. I hate Colin so much, it's not even funny. I shrieked at him this past week; the taxi incident was absolutely absurd. Dude, you talked to the guy first. He doesn't give a shit whether or not you're in a race. The minute you sat down in his cab, you agreed to pay him his specified price. And if you're so worried about safety (which he wasn't; that was so clearly an excuse to try and bolster his case), you can walk around and check the tires before agreeing to get in the cab. I noticed that the moms had taxi trouble too, but they didn't try and get out of paying. But even if Colin's complaint were legitimate, it's TAR. You're in a race. Just pay him and move on, so you don't give up ground to other teams. Honestly, though, I have no sympathy for Christie, either. She's obviously shown him that he can treat her like garbage and not only will she accept it, she'll apologize if she occasionally grows half a brain and tells him to shut up already.

Please momsChipandKimevenBrandonandNicolealthoughIdon'treallylikethem win. I hate Colin and Christie so much, although really not that much more than the twins, who are quite possibly the stupidest people who have ever run this race. They make Alison look like a rocket scientist.

Thursday, August 19, 2004

So. I am at the library, looking up graduate screenwriting programs, and decided that while I had the fast internet connection I would update. With what, I don't know, since all I've done recently is watch the Olympics, Big Brother, TAR (I'll miss you, Charla and Mirna!), and help Laura move into KU. Which was fun, that last bit. She has a single dorm, pretty good-sized, and she bought all kinds of cool shit to put in it. So that was good times, although dude. The difference in the student body between KU, a large state school, and USC, a less large private expensive school? Is huge. Lots and lots and lots of dumb, skanky girls that you know aren't, like, pre-med or anything. I am glad I didn't have to go to school with that.

Why do all these schools make me submit letters of recommendation? Why? I don't want to ask all my teachers to write me letters again. It's embarrassing. "Hey, you know how I asked you to write me a letter last year? Yeah, so I totally did not get in. I suck. So write me another, mmkay?"

Bah.

Apparently, my dad heard on the news yesterday that they're planning on making a new movie, with Freddy and Jason versus Ash. That is so awesome. They're not even in pre-production, and I cannot wait.

And...that's all, I think. My life is so boring.

Wednesday, July 21, 2004

So, I'm working the next two weeks at the community college, just to earn a spot of cash, and as such had internet access today ([Gov. Swann] Huzzah! [/Gov. Swann]); I decided that I want to do a massive template overhaul on this site, so I looked up how to design such a thing oneself instead of searching for pre-made templates by others. Came up with an idea, so I started searching for various pictures of many different fandom things. Was searching for Alan Rickman pictures and came across a message board. Oh, the pain. This is an actual post:

"omg u guys i luv this pic. i luv his hair. the pic is from 1988 (when i wuz born!!)."

Wow. That's just...wow.

If anyone, leik, finds a copy of the Dreamweaver MX program floating about (much like I found a copy of Photoshop floating about, via Jenny), feel free to send it my way. As I don't want to spend $400, innit. I'm sorry, that's just too much for software. It's ridiculous. Bah.

Thursday, July 15, 2004

Lots of TV to talk about. First of all, VH1’s I Love The 90s: 1993 talked about XF, and I was quite pleased with how complimentary everyone was. It appears that people aren’t holding the last two seasons against the memory of the show, which is nice. I knew Kevin Smith was a fan, but “best show ever realized” was some awfully high praise. It was cool.

I can’t believe Alison and Donny are gone from TAR. I think that the producers knew there were many fans who pay very close attention to what Phil says at the end of the recap at the beginning, and decided to mess with us, because when he intoned, “Who will be eliminated…NEXT?” I turned to Laura and said, “Surely this isn’t a non-elimination round. They’ve never had one this early. But he didn’t say tonight! He said next!” And then, and it became clear that Alison and Donny were going to come in last, the clue said, “The last team to check in at the pit stop may be eliminated.” I was like, no. May? They’re going to let the two of them off. Damn it. But no, TAR pulled through, and they’re gone. It was a joyous night, indeed.

I’m glad that the two teams with older members are doing well. Just to spite the young teams (although there isn’t a team with two young male friends, is there? There usually is.), whom I think come in counting older teams and go, well, that’s four gone before we have to worry. I hate that attitude. I also hate Chip and Kim (well, mostly Chip), and I hope they leave soon. I think they will, as they don’t appear to be very good racers.

Emmy nominations came out today. Alan Rickman got nominated! Yay! But, he’s up against Al Pacino from Angels in America, which doesn’t bode well. Laura sent me this in an email this morning:

AR got nominated for STLM (yeah!), but the bad part about this is that Angels in America had 5432 nominations and he's going against Al-freaking-Pacino. At least we'll see him at the awards all fancy.

Yis. Also nominated were Arrested Development (yay!), Jeffery Tambor (yay!), Tony Shalhoub (yay!), 24 (yay!), Kiefer Sutherland (yay!), and TAR (yay!). Unfortunately, no one from Angel got nominated (I wasn’t holding my breath, but still), and Jason Bateman didn’t get a nom (I think the posthumous nod to John Ritter took his spot). Also, I’m so sick of the Sopranos that I want to hurt someone, but thank Jesus that Sex and the City is over and done with. Shut up, HBO. Unless you make a TV-movie with Alan Rickman. But otherwise, shut up.

Tuesday, July 13, 2004

Back from vacation. The in-car usage of the TV/DVD player was a complete success. If by success, you mean failure. Marshall and Sarah possibly fought even more than they normally do, culminating in Marshall telling our dad that he hates him. Twice.

Sunday morning I woke up at 2am, and the sides of my head hurt horribly. Not an inside headache, but on the outside. I ran my hands up through my hair and thought I felt lumps. I didn't want to wake anyone up, so I just layed in bed and miserabled. I was trying to think of reasons why I would have huge lumps on both sides of my head. Perhaps I had been bitten by some horrible VENOMOUS INSECT. Or maybe they were swellings caused by VIRAL MENINGITIS. Mayhap they represented the first abnormalities as I became a NEW ELEPHANT MAN.

At 8am, when Laura woke up and groggily asked what the problem was, and then told me that I probably knocked my head against the neck harnass on one of the roller coasters, I thought, yeah, that makes more sense.

Except that when I woke up in the morning, what I thought were lumps were revealed to be merely the natural contours of my skull. The outside of my head did still hurt, though; like someone had half-scalped me and pulled down the rest of the skin to cover up the bottom of my head. Very strange.

Watched the first half of Truly Madly Deeply. Very cute, I recommend it.

Thursday, July 8, 2004

I was going to blog about TAR, but that Harry Potter bar and the new icons on the side took me all fa-reaking day, as certain people (dadmarshallsarah) will not get off the computer already.

We're going on a little vacation this weekend, and my parents bought a wee little TV/DVD player combo to take with us in the van, to return when we're done. Aha.

Wednesday, July 7, 2004

Fourth of July Extended Weekend Recap

Friday: The day before I decided that goddamn it, I was going to find a copy of Truly Madly Deeply, but the only copy in our public library system was in the main branch down on 6th and Gang Shooting Ave. (which my parents talk of as though it were the most fiendishly dangerous place in all the world, but which, after four years in South Central LA, instead seemed totally anticlimactic); I drove down, found the case, and took it to the desk to check it out. Except that one can only check out three movies at a time, and I had already checked out three at our local branch; I didn’t know they kept track of such things system-wide. So I drove back home, disheartened. Enter Friday, when Laura and I decided to go out and such. At Wal-Mart, we bought Quigley Down Under. At Best Buy, we bought Sense and Sensibility. We had resigned ourselves to never finding the elusive movie we truly desired. At the last minute, we decided to drive to the Half-Price Bookstore, which is one of my favorite places in the world. I walked over to VHS, and of course it wasn’t there. I walked over to DVD…and they had it. I was totally flabbergasted. I think I yelped out loud a bit. We still have not watched this movie, as the rest of the weekend did not permit the time, but it is enough now that we have it.

As we drove home, we were no more than five miles from the intersection of 635 and I-70, which is where the ConAgra plant is, where that one guy who killed five co-workers and then killed himself. Of course, the shooting happened about two hours after we got home, but still. It was all over the local news the whole weekend, and it was especially odd to see the story on national news. Like, whoa.

Saturday: Food preparation. Shut up, kitchen, I hate you.

Sunday: So, there have been a few white trash families move to our street, a matter of some concern to Laura and me. White trash families in the Midwest speak with Southern accents, even though they are not from the south. They like Nascar, beer and country music. Their evil little children run pell-mell all through the neighborhood, shoeless and without manners, wandering into your garages and backyards. So of course these families invite all their stupid white trash relatives out for the Fourth, drunk before they arrive. One guy decided it would be fun to get on his motorcycle after dark, when everyone’s in the street lighting fireworks, and race up and down the street at speeds approaching 60 mph, doing wheelies and spins and glaring at kids who dared stand in the street with their wee sparklers and such. We called the cops. The cops did not arrive, but the trash peeled out, so we think they had a police scanner on them or something.

We also went to see Spiderman in the morning. It was a family thing, I could not get out of it. The movie was frighteningly boring for the first hour at least. See, the problem was, they did wrap-up from the first movie, which took up twenty minutes or so, and then they set up this movie, so it was like watching two first-acts, and then a quickly assembled third act. Eeeexxxxppppoooossssiiiittttiiiioooonnnn…..movieomgwtf!

Monday: Laura and I go to see Prisoner of Azkaban again, leaving the house while our parents’ mocking laughter trails after us. Shut up, parents. We like the movie. We ended up sitting in front of this fifty (50!) year old man who chuckled throughout the entire movie. Like, “Oh, Harry, you corker. Heh.” Also, if I have to see the preview for that stupid Hillary Duff movie one more time, I’m going to kill someone. But all in all, the movie was good the third time around.

This concludes the recap. My life is boring. Since this is already a really long entry, I’ll save my waxing poetical on The Amazing Race: Best Show Ever OMG for another day. Suffice it to say that when little person-sister said, “I can’t wait to see Phil; he’s gorgeous,” and then Phil got a glamour shot with little tinkly music, I was very excited.

Wednesday, June 30, 2004

OMGWTF!!1 Dueling Snape!


Saturday, June 26, 2004

First and foremost, the library and Blockbuster, neither, had Truly, Madly, Deeply, which Catherine assures me has prime Alan Rickman. Like has happened before, now that I cannot easily secure this film, I am consumed with thoughts of how I might get it. Why does my Blockbuster not have random British movies? Why? Why?

We did, however, watch Sense and Sensibility, which I had never seen before. Why, I don’t know, as it was perfectly lovely, and I generally have an affection for Victorian-era British movies with misunderstandings and romantic turmoil aplenty. Laura and I spent the entirety of the movie very upset and tense that Rickman’s Colonel Brandon was all in love with Kate Winslet and she was in love with some loser, and that he would end up all alone and sad. And then even when loser ended up being engaged to someone else, Kate was still all weepy about him, and not Colonel Brandon! Who is so sweet and caring and very dashing in his coats and hats and his pretty floppy hair! And then, she goes outside in the rain and gets pneumonia or whatever, and he carries her in, and then he reads to her, and then he gets her a piano, and I must admit, I was still very concerned that they would not end up together. And then they tied up Emma Thompson and Hugh Grant’s storyline, and I figured that was as much resolution as Colonel Brandon would get. But then, the little kids run up to the hill to what is obviously a wedding, and it’s Colonel Brandon and Kate Winslet! I actually said, “Yes!” out loud. It was very exciting. And Colonel Brandon looked very handsome indeed in his military outfit, all happy and stuff.

I like to pretend that I like movies that are all cinematic and fraught with meaning, but really, it’s all about pretty boys and them being happy.
People emailed me! I less than three you, for serious! I just spent the past hour reading the blog posts and summaries, and now I am fulfilled and happy. Danke muchly.

So, I was going to try and fiddle around with Windows Movie Maker, but I could not figure out how to put in video that wasn’t off a DV cam. Can you do it with DVDs or with media that is, like, burned on a CD? I’m terribly confused, and you would think I could figure this out, but you would be wrong.

Has anyone heard anything about the Arrested Development DVDs? Have they put a release date on them, yet? I am so woefully uninformed about everything now. Curse you, dialup! Curse you, and all the halflings! Wait, no…

Yes, I did in fact watch the entirety of LotR again this week. I just don’t have the endurance to watch all three back to back, which would be the best, so it was one a day. I cannot wait for November, and the ROTK Extended Edition. But then, sniff, it will be over. Oh, the misery.

Am I the only person who cares not one iota about Spiderman 2?

Friday, June 25, 2004

Hokay, so. I still have not gotten a job, although I haven’t really looked for one. You would think I would have had the opportunity, then, to get online more often, but not so much. First of all, I have set up a new email account at kungfuwaynewho@juno.com, which I don’t have to get online to check. What would be brilliant is if y’all could copy and paste your blog updates into an email, because I haven’t read anyone’s blogs, I don’t know what anyone is doing, and [whale song] IIIIIII-iiiii MIIIIIIIIIISSSSSS YOUUUUUU-ouuuu [/whale song]. Yis.

So I went to see Prisoner of Azkaban again, and that was just an excellent movie. I adored the iris opening and closing for the fade in/fade outs to black. That’s one of my favorite transition techniques that no one seems to use anymore. Also, this time around, and after having read all the books, I have come to the conclusion that I love Snape. Yes, I love him. In the film, when Lupin turns into a werewolf, and Snape runs up and stands in front of the three kids with his arms spread out, I went, “Afp;oei fnklds” out loud. I always like characters that had bad times of it and become snide, sarcastic mean people as a result, but who deep down you know just want to be loved (think Spike). SPOILERS OMG I think the fact that Snape is still a member of the Order speaks to this END SPOILERS OMG. Speaking of which, I’m sorry, Maya. For some reason I had thought I was the only person who hadn’t read the books. But it’s cool; I plan to have a little talk with Rowling so we can straighten that whole mess out, and not kill characters I like goddamn it.

Back to Snape. I think part of the reason I’ve decided I like him so much is Alan Rickman. As has happened to me before, I am aware of an actor and like him all right, and then see a film and go, oh yeah, he’s cool. AND THEN OBSESS. Luckily, Laura has decided she quite likes Alan Rickman as well, so we have begun renting his body of work from the library. Quigley Down Under is truly a great, great film, yea verily. I didn’t really like Love Actually, though, but I don’t want to spoil it for anyone who hasn’t seen it. Oh yes, I have learned my lesson. Anyways, Sarah heard of our plan and came and watched us fast-forwarding through Die Hard, and said, “That’s the guy you like? Him? You like Snape?!? We keep thinking eventually she will be assimilated, but not quite yet, apparently.

Other than that, things have been boring. We had a really great storm a week or so ago. Regular thunder and lightning and rain, but truly awesome wind. We were all standing by the back door, watching the storm, and we literally watched the eighty (80)-foot tall oak tree in our next door neighbor’s back yard fall over. It buckled the ground all up, hit another tree, and demolished the back of their fence. It was quite cool. Then we came back inside only to see that our wee little smoke tree in the front had fallen down. It was perhaps anticlimactic after seeing some real storm destruction, but it was still rather interesting. Of course, as soon as you have a storm like that, the weather people on the local news shows start cutting in constantly, telling you there’s a thunderstorm an hour south of us or whatever, thinking they’re all important and saving lives or something, so it’s really a double-edged sword, the storm thing.

Alyssa? I completely forgot I told you I’d make you a copy of Photoshop. Do you still need it, or have you gotten it from someplace else? Let me know and I will burn it for you if you need it. (And I also left your address written down on a piece of paper now packed in a box in LA.) Yis.

Wednesday, June 9, 2004

SIRIUS BLACK IS NOT DEAD. NO. I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THIS. SOMEONE MAKE J.K. ROWLING TAKE IT BACK.

Thursday, June 3, 2004

Oh my God, internet so slow. Is like to cry. I'm sitting here, trying to post on Caro's tagboard, and I have no idea if my post ever did in fact go through, but I just don't care anymore. I have been reloading for twenty minutes, but after trying to load all the boyfriend pictures, my browser just stops working.

Marshall is in a band. He plays drums, there's a bass player, and a guitarist who does vocals. They do mostly Nirvana covers, although apparently they have two original songs. They are playing tonight at some little coffee house, and he and my mom are having a huge fight over shoes. He has this pair of Converse high-tops that are falling apart at the seams that he wants to wear. My mom is like, I do not want you wearing those shoes in public. So Marshall goes, okay, I'll get a new pair. Except he doesn't have any money and wants my mom to buy them. They've gone back and forth for almost a week, and today, Marshall started claiming that she told him she'd buy them, when she definitely did not, and it's just so very entertaining to listen to. It's like TV, but for real.

I decided to watch all the LOTR documentaries on the DVDs, as there are many I have not seen. I'm just going down the menu, one after the other. In fact, this is how exciting my summer has been.

I finished reading the first three Harry Potter books. Laura tells me she has lost all respect for me. They're all right, although the third was definitely the best. I just started the fourth, and my God, the exposition. It was page 170 before they got to Hogwarts! That seems a little extreme. But anyways, I guess I'll be taking Marshall to go see the movie tomorrow, as neither of my parents want to go. The movie does look good, and I'm always excited to see Gary Oldman.

current mood: bored
listening to: "Pirates of the Caribbean" soundtrack

Friday, May 28, 2004

Hokay, so. Everyone with the possible exception of Jesus gradutated this year. Me, Laura, our cousins Duncan and Elliot, children of my mother's friends...did Jesus graduate this year? Mayhap. Anyways, we ate nothing but party food for, like, a week and a half. Just this endless stream of brisket and hot dogs and casseroles and sheet cakes. The party of Laura, held here, went fairly well. We had, like, seven thousand of those bags of confetti (with little caps and little people in cap and gown and little "Congrats Grad!" things and stars and whatall) and I think we opened them all, so I'm still finding confetti around the house.

Laura found some confetti in her food.

Jack Sparrow is acclimating pretty well in the house. He's going upstairs, he stays in rooms with people, and he lets other people pet him. He is, however, freaked out by Mr. Phoenix and the Presence of the Outside. We had the back door open the other day, as it was cool and we turned off the air conditioning (as Gimli would say, bad idea, as it became Satan hot the next day), and he sat at the back door for hours. 'Twas cute.

I have yet to watch the season finale of 24. I taped it because I was watching ROTK and just kind of haven't gotten around to putting the tape in. Which is stupid, as I have played, like, seventeen hours of Civilization the last three days, but anyways. I am sad that there is no new TV until Big Brother and The Amazing Race, but I guess I'll manage. I mean, I do have Phil to look forward to, and that's some looking forward if you know what I mean. And I think you do.

Friday, May 21, 2004

Heh. Well, I've had a fairly relaxing week at home. I've already read three books and have logged about ten hour of Civ playing time, so it's been good. Laura's graduation party is tomorrow, so we've been cleaning and setting up. That's not been so good. But yeah, good flight, am home, the summer has commenced.

Oh, Angel. I thought the first half was a little exposition-y, but I liked seeing everyone on what they wanted to do on what could be their last day (loved Spike going to the poetry slam), loved that Connor came back (although I would have loved it more had they not put Kartheiser's name in the opening credits), cried when Wes died (thanks stupid tagboard troll, thanks a lot), and cried some more after the Joss Whedon tag came up, when I realized it was all over. Then I was filled with some anger after I saw the WB "thanks so much you guys!" thing, when they were the bastards that cancelled it for a show they ended up not putting on their fall schedule. But after I washed that out of my mouth, I was very pleased with the finale. I like that they left it open, with the gang still fighting the good fight. That's how it should be.

24 was also very good. I flung my hands up over my mouth when Jasmine turned her gun on Lady Mac, and then was like, man, good plot twist, not knowing that Sherry was going to get killed. Wow. I totally did not see that coming. Also loved Stephen giving in as they dragged Jane to the hotel doors: very tense and very well acted.

Eee two new shows to watch this fall. First of all, Lost was officially picked up, which is good. But also? CSI: New York. Yeah. It's got Gary Sinise. I totally less than three him, and will watch that show just for him. There's not many actors I would do that for. (Watch a movie? Yeah, that's just two hours. But a TV show? It takes someone like Sinise for me to make that kind of commitment.)

So now we're going to Mr. Bulky's to get purple and white M&Ms and dinner mints for the party, then home to clean some more. You'd think we'd have run out of things to clean by now. Not so much.

Friday, May 14, 2004

omg so tyred fcuk u comencement & stroage.

Oh, Gary Rydstrom gave the bestest commencement speech ever. "The future is bright! It's about fourteen foot candles."

Aha.

Wednesday, May 12, 2004

Made a whole bunch of Josh Groban icons for Laura. Whew. Stupid Photoshop crashed twice, so it took longer than I expected. Anyhoo.

Got a haircut today, as I was looking wooly and most unattractive. Now it's all sleek and shiny. Am pleased, muchly.

I hate packing. Bah! I'm ready to just get my clothes and movies and torch the place.

current mood: okay
listening to: Clint Mansell, "Hope Overture"

Tuesday, May 11, 2004

Finals are done with. Picked up my yearbook, then went over to Housing to cancel my contract for the fall. Technically, if one doesn't cancel by March 26th, you get charged the $400 confirmation fee regardless of whether you live in housing or not (it's credited back to you at the end of the year). So, I was all, I am not paying $400 when it was USC that didn't inform me in time to cancel. I ended up talking to three different people before I talked to someone in charge enough to grant me an exception and rescind the $400 fee. I SO PWN USC HOUSING AHA.

Said goodbye to everyone at the sound department. This is very sad. I had a wonderful time working there this past year, and I can't believe that it's over. I was really, really looking forward to TAing this fall, and I think this is what I'm disappointed about, moreso than the graduate school. Sigh.

Came home and called American Airlines about shipping Jack home. They don't do any direct flights from LAX to KCI, so we'd have to make a second trip back up to the airport Sunday night to pick him up. My mom sounded less than enthused about this. I guess I'll see if anyone here in Los Angeles wants to watch him indefinitely, but I doubt anyone will.

Now it's time to really start packing in earnest. These are the times I am truly boggled by how much stuff I have managed to accumulate. I think I'm going to try and throw some stuff out, stuff that I don't use or need. But still, I mean, did I really need to bring my collection of stuffed animals out here? Why do have an entire box filled only with toys? I just don't understand.

Caroline, Im'ma take your phone though, okay? Unless you wanted it mailed to you.

Alyssa, I need you to send me your address again. Jenny had a CD of Photoshop 7.0, I burned a copy for myself for this summer, so if you want a copy of Photoshop I can mail it to you. But I need your address. Ergo, my request for your address.

Casey, I still have your tapes. I wasn't able to dub them, as either the TV/VCR wasn't set up to do so, or I couldn't grok how to do it. Either way, yis.

current mood: working
listening to: Muse, "Butterflies and Hurricanes"

Sunday, May 9, 2004

Whoa. They changed the Blogger posting template. I don't even remember what I came here to post.

Oh, yes. Stupid medieval civilization final. *shakes fist*

current mood: stressed
listening to: Radiohead, "Life in a Glass House"
Oh, the crazy at Haven, it burns us. Every now and then some random person will try to jump in with the Troika+2, and they think they're just as funny as us, but of course they have no idea what we're talking about. This funfest started when said random person (RP) started a new thread asking Maya why she was upset. Maya was not upset. We were all like, what? Then she proceeded to say that we all seemed irritated, then expressed great shock at the fact that I was not a boy, then decided I was gay, and then disparaged Dom. It was totally, totally bizarre. Maya, Alyssa and I were on MSN just boggling. Like...first of all, if you think some stranger on a message board is upset and you want to counsel them or whatever, don't post a public thread. Private message them or something. Second of all, don't jump in all chummy. We don't know you, and it's weird.

Bah. I have no idea.

current mood: bitchy
listening to: Rufus Wainwright, "Chocolate Milk and Cigarettes"

Saturday, May 8, 2004

People have to sign up and do this with me. Let me know as soon as possible if you want to start nations in the same region, because I want to sign up soon. Hokay? Hokay.

Friday, May 7, 2004

I just posted fifteen separate icons from the "Ciao." scene in last night's Angel, which was one of the greatest things I've ever seen in the whole world, and that includes things like sunrises and babies. Oh, the love I have for that flashback, I don't think I can express in words.

current mood: productive
listening to: British Sea Power, "Fear of Drowning"

Thursday, May 6, 2004

Friends has ended, and I didn't think I would be as upset about it as I am. I didn't start watching the show until the end of the fourth season; we caught the last few episodes, and then Laura, my dad and I watched everything else that summer in syndication. I've missed quite a bit of the episodes this season, and a few from last season, and I do think that the quality had declined a bit, but it was still a great show. And I'm definitely going to miss it; it's amazing how many jokes and lines of dialogue and words I've incorporated into my own lexicon. I mean, I don't even realize I'm doing a Friends quote when I tell someone that it's a moo point, could they be any louder? that what they just said isn't even a word! that after they've said something strange, I tell them that they're so pretty. And so on. Maya said earlier tonight that it was sad seeing the apartment empty, because it felt so familiar, and it's true. Friends was one of those things that was always there. You can turn on the TV at almost any time of the day and catch an episode, and I suppose that you will be able to for a long time yet, but there will be nothing new. Which is sad.

I'd like to commemorate with my top five favorite Friends moments, which are all fresh in my mind thanks to the special beforehand.

5) The Routine.

4) "What's not to like? Custard? Good. Jam? Good. Meat? Gooooood."

3) The leather pants. "The lotion and powder have combined to make some kind of paste!"

2) Ross's bleached teeth. I honestly don't know that I've ever laughed harder in my life than when she turned the black light on.

1) "The One With the Embryos." There's too much to cut it down to one moment. Definitely my favorite episode of the series. "Actually, it's Miss Chanandelor Bong." "I majored in lightning rounds, all right? We're gonna destroy you." "Standard shotgun rules: I'm in sight of the room and I call it." "What was Monica's nickname when she was a field-hockey goalie?" "Big fat goalie!"

Sniff.

current mood: satisfied
listening to: "Requiem"
Mixing for Undergraduates versus Mixing for Graduates: A Comprehensive Analysis by Shannon

1. Undergrads respect your authoritah as a mixer, and ask your opinion on scenes, and understand that perhaps you have a better idea of how to design sound so to make the scene work. Graduates tell you what to do.

2. Undergrads sit quietly and watch while you work, making comments when they have something specific they want changed, usually in a brief, informed manner. Graduates yammer incessantly and want everything changed.

3. If undergrads don't understand a particular concept but know they want something specific, they will talk to you until you are both on the same page. Graduates use the word "reverb" when they mean "equalization" and say things like, "But I want this scene to be different."

4. Undergrads make good cue sheets, where the regions are clearly labeled, and where like sounds are on the same track. Graduates don't show up with time sheets, don't relabel their regions so everything is "BG_Day_1133_02" and put music, effects, foley and ambience on the same track.

5. Undergrads bring pizza and beer. Grads bring fruit and bagels.

Needless to say, I mixed two graduate films today. I was supposed to mix from 1:30 to 5:30, two hours per film. I left at 8:00pm, spending over three hours per film. We spent an hour trying to layback a five and a half minute film to mini-DV because the director insisted one effect was two frames early. Two frames. That's imperceptible. For a hard effect, maybe. Something like a door slam that is clearly in frame, maybe. But generally, anything less than three to four frames simply can't be distiguished. And we spent an hour on it.

current mood: irritated
listening to: Oasis, "Wonderwall"