Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Every time I go home on break, I tell myself that I will continue to post, even though dialup is a plague and will destroy one's soul. And inevitably, when I go downstairs and get on the computer, and weigh the time it takes me to dialup, log on to Blogger, wait for it to publish, et cetera, against the time I could use instead to play a game, the game always wins out. And anyway, nothing exciting hardly ever happens at home. Honestly, the most exciting things that happened in the last two and a half weeks were cleaning up after the puppy. And that got old real quick.

But I'm not back in Austin a half hour that something interesting happens. I'm on the bus, and it's like the Voice of God, just out of nowhere, the sudden realization that I didn't actually check to make sure that my apartment keys were still in my backpack. And yea verily, they were not. Of course, when I got to my apartment complex, I just went into the office and picked up some spare keys, and it was no big deal, but that doesn't retroactively get rid of the 20 minutes of irrational and inexplicable panic before I made it to the complex. (Would the office be open, even though it normally doesn't close for another hour and a half? Would they have spares? What if they didn't? Repeat, ad nauseaum.)

And even that isn't that interesting a story. This is why I didn't post.

(Oh! Although my perfume showed up in Austin THE DAY that I flew home, and UT Laura was kind enough to pick it up for me and forward it on, and as is the nature of samples, a few of the scents were all right, one I didn't particularly care for, but two were fantastic and I am waiting for my loan to finish clearing before I order actual bottles. It was very exciting. Alas, Laura's didn't come in before I left, as fate is clearly fickle and capricious, and she is very sad, as am I, for I wanted to check out her samples before making another order. Ah well.)

(That's not that interesting, either.)

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Here is the first clip I've seen of Babel, the new movie coming out this fall with Brad Pitt and Cate Blanchett. All things considered, it's a pretty boring clip, but it's Brad and Cate, so I was fairly captivated anyway. And, they just signed on to do another movie together, which is very exciting.

I got my AD revision done a little ahead of schedule (and how often does that happen?), so I had a chance to rewatch the VM finale, and I was surprised I liked it more this time around since so much of what I loved the first time I watched it was how shocking it was (and yes, totally surprised that it was Spoiler, as I just don't put things together ahead of time). Again, was totally in love with the Pieta shot, and I wish that they would do more things like that as opposed to fussing with filters and After Effects on flashbacks/dreams/theories. I sometimes feel like their production schedule is a little rushed, so I appreciate beautiful compositions like that all the more.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

It was very weird watching Lost live. I haven't done that hardly at all this season, as I've had class Wednesday nights both semesters. I much prefer to watch TV live, even if it's not big important appointment TV. It's just much more enjoyable.

Two more days till I go home for a mini-break. It's very exciting. I just wish I had gotten my perfume samples before going home, but alas, they haven't shipped out yet and I am very sad. I had no idea when I ordered April 1st they wouldn't have gotten here before now.

And...that's about as exciting as my day has been.

Monday, May 8, 2006

Muzaks Wot For To Make You Happy:

Catatonia - Karaoke Queen

Fiona Apple - Extraordinary Machine (You can really hear the influence of Jon Brion on this track; it wouldn't have felt out-of-place on the Eternal Sunshine soundtrack.)

Sarah Slean - Day One

OK Go - You're So Damn Hot

Muzaks Wot are Prettyful:

Catatonia - Strange Glue

Tom McRae - Human Remains

Stars - One More Night

The Dresden Dolls - Truce

Sunday, May 7, 2006

Liv Tyler's iTunes playlist. It makes sense that someone whose fathers are Todd Rundgren and Stephen Tyler would have such good taste in music; all babies should have Neil Young played to them. I think Dr. Spock wrote that, actually.

Anyway, there's not really a point to this post other than that I love Liv Tyler.
This past week I watched Passion Fish, as I make my slow but inexorable way through the works of Mary McDonnell. I liked the movie quite a bit, which was surprising as I'm not the biggest John Sayles fan. It's about a soap actress (MMD) who is paralyzed from the waist down in a car accident and goes back home to Louisiana; Alfre Woodard plays her nurse/companion, and it's a quiet little movie that mostly explores the friendship between the two women. When I was finished with it, I was like, how the hell did MMD not win the Oscar for Best Actress that year? How? Who could have possibly beaten her? (Meaning: she was completely awesome.) So I looked it up...and it was Emma Thompson. Which, like...I can't really argue with that. Because then I would be complaining about Emma Thompson having not won. If ever there were a year for a tie, seriously.

My family adopted a Wheaten terrier puppy they've already named Winston Churchill. (Churchhill? They both look wrong.) Apparently he's frolicking about in the backyard right now, suspiciously watched by Mr. Phoenix. I'm glad I only have to wait six days before I get to see the puppy; yay mini-break!

Friday, May 5, 2006

Oh, that was a long week. Yesterday I went to Greek myth class, interviewed for a summer internship that I'm waiting to hear back from, then went to TV writing class. Afterwards we walked to a pub south of campus, and hung out there for, I'm not kidding, five hours. We played Scrabble. We talked about every single movie coming out this summer. Finally, UT Laura and I leave, at 10:15.

It's sprinkling out, but it's no big. But five minutes later, the skies OPEN UP and it becomes apocalyptic torrential rain. Wind so strong it's blowing the rain directly into our eyeballs. We could barely stand upright. We make it to campus and duck inside a building for a bit. Somehow, it starts raining harder, so we decide to just run to the next building. On the way there, it starts hailing. We can't make it to another building, so we stand next to one. The wind is blowing between buildings like a wind funnel, and tree limbs are snapping off, and lightning is cracking overhead. After that break, we walk down the center of campus, where the water is pooling mid-calf deep and pouring down the steps like something out of Day After Tomorrow. We break underneath a bus stop, next to the creek that runs through campus. Normally, it's just a trickle. It's completely flooded, the water moving like rapids, not even an exaggeration. The roar of the water was unbelievable.

It took us an hour and fifteen minutes to make it from the pub to her car, a distance of no more than a mile and a half. And it's not even like we could have waited somewhere for the storm to blow over; when I went to bed at 1:30, it was raining just as hard.

So, it was like, the coolest thing ever. Seriously. We had the best time.

Thursday, May 4, 2006

Oh my God, you guys. OH MY GOD. Over at imdb, they updated the HP-GOF page to include the director: Terry Gilliam. Nothing official has come out yet, but can you even imagine? CAN YOU EVEN IMAGINE?! Terry Gilliam directing HP. It's, like, beautiful. Like newborn baby and sunset beautiful. Oh please oh please I hope it's true.

(It would be even better if he were directing OotP, but we can't have everything we want in life.)

Wednesday, May 3, 2006

Now my pocket watch is working again.

O_o
I'M AFRAID WOODY GOODMAN IS GOING TO EAT MY SOUL.

*shudders*

Two more days of class yay! I still have a final and writing due after that, but I don't have to go to class, which is exciting.

ETA: Right. I meant to post about last night's sleep paralysis, but I forgot. (I decided I want to keep track of how often they happen/what's entailed, because I don't usually think about it much.)

So, I wake up, and there are no hallucinations at all, which is rare. I don't hear anything, or feel anything. Usually, when that's happened before, I've just felt like someone was in the room with me. Instead, I wake up, and before I can even process that I can't move, I'm just like, OMG I AM GOING TO DIE RIGHT NOW. I AM GOING TO DIE. Complete, total terror, and over nothing. Just...absolute certainty that something terribly awful was happening and this was it. And...thirty seconds later, I unlocked, and everything was okay. And forty-five minutes later, the last of the adrenaline had drained away, and I was able to fall back asleep.

Monday, May 1, 2006

I almost forgot: Happy Beltaine!
A while back, my Grandpa gave me a pocket watch he got when he left his old work. He had taken the battery out, so it just needed a new battery put back in. Right? Except that when we did so, it didn't work. Finally (and we're talking, like, over a year later), I got the time to take it into an actual watch repair place. So, today I ride the bus up there, and it's a hassle, and I give it to the guy, and he goes in the back or whatever, and fifteen minutes later he brings it out. And it works! It's just ticking along, and I'm very happy, and I pay fifteen bucks for the new battery and for him to tinker or whathaveyou.

Half an hour later, on the bus back home, I check the watch, and it's stopped again. You know that deep disappointment and woeangst you get and you can't decide if you're feeling sick to your stomach or if you're going to cry? That's how I felt.

For possible future reference, the last three pages of an Arrested Development script are really hard to write.