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August 30, 2002
eeeeeek!
i forgot to mention too that i got my car back. yes that's right. 2 months and 9 days later, my lovely little car was finally returned to me. i am now driving it again and i keep getting really confused by the height and the steering and the brakes. it seems very tempting to buy a new car. a smaller car. possibly a slightly less responsive car. everyone else is doing it. why can't i get a new car too?
ok so i have a paper due today. TODAY. am i done writing it? have i started? no and no. and here it is my last day at work too. and i need to be typing typing. and instead i am looking at cars and schools and writing on this webpage. argh! such procrastination! so dumb!
now this is what i have so far:
"Due to an increasing awareness of globalization, my personal approach to film theory has become eclectic. While attending a class wherein one can ask a person of Chinese descent currently living in China what a certain usage of language really translates to, is an example of the eradication of boundaries between seekers of knowledge and learning. Being introduced to other cultures by travel is a novel experience but one which can not be accomplished too frequently due to money concerns. On the other hand, immersing ones self in a movie for 2 hours is an easy and economical way of becoming more acquainted with foreign cultures and ideas. While watching the films for this paper, my consciousness was bombarded with images in direct contradiction to one another. The Virgin Suicides is an idyllic, nostalgic look at a faded time and a lifestyle striving to attain perfection while ultimately failing. The Storm Riders is a stylistic tour de force wire-fu film trying to capture a moment in time that is changing and potentially dying. The two films do not seem as they would have much in common—an Indie romantic drama and a Hong Kong action blockbuster—however I would argue that actually they have much in common with their approach to creating something new; albeit for slightly differing reasons, use of music to convey mood, "
that's where i've stopped. groan. oh man i am so screwed.
Posted by michele at 10:48 AM | Comments (1)
August 29, 2002
crap all around
this is henceforth my clean up blog entry. too many little things and i feel the need to write them all down.
i did not win those shoes. someone named urbanbiotch did. i in fact forgot about them entirely which is something i blame on the stike and my lackadaisal attitude towards being up/being online. very upsetting anyway. such nice shoes.
stupid landlord's wife woman made me give back the keys, complained about the scratches on the floor, the broken back door, the leaning outer wall on the left of the porch, the cat pee, the broken front screen, the black sides of the stairs, etc etc. i blamed the scratches on her, the screen being that way since we moved in, the screw in the back door being gone forever and no idea how or where, the leaning wall being something i couldn't have managed to do myself, the stairs having been black on the sides forever anyway, the cat urine...well couldn't really deny that but said we had shampooed it some ourselves and that's why we paid a cat deposit anyway. she did not know we paid a cat deposit. which made me begin to doubt that we paid one. besides the fact that our main deposit was only $600 total. wtf? cheap ass man. anyway. that's the current rental house situation for those who care.
i got a new job starting next tuesday. with the california writing project. doing accounting, conference planning, webpage maintenance (hopefully), publishing stuff, travelling, reimbursements, payroll, and i don't know what else. i'm pretty excited. there's a window. and a brand new computer. and...tall ceilings. and a window. and clean shiny walls. WINDOW WINDOW WINDOW! it's on the corner of bancroft and shattuck and if anyone is looking to go eating lunch around there you should let me know. cause i like food. and i will be oh so far away from nuala and kristen in cory hall that i will need new people to eat with. bus schmus. :P
i have a paper due tomorrow. have i started? no. am i screwed? yes. it is going to be such a bad paper too. oh so bad. ha ha ha. it's on the virgin suicides and storm riders. why? i don't know. prob because i have both of those movies and they fit the criteria of being an american made movie that we have watched for class and a foriegn movie.
i watched 3 dvd's of anime episodes (roughly 30 episodes) while on strike. along with 6 other movies. the anime was card captor sakura. the movies: pandaemonium (not bad), the attic expeditions (um...interesting plus seth green), olive juice (bad), harry potter (much better the longer away one is from reading the books), cinderella 2 (argh.), rock and roll high school (i've gained a new appreciation for the ramones), and van wilder (i really like this movie...other than the beating off the dog part.)
the bachelor party is this saturday. hoo boy. naked girls in my house. me being kicked out. bitches. whatever.
i'm going to hawaii in 10 days! maybe i need a little counter downer in the margins....hmmm...maybe i'm too lazy to do that.
def i'm too lazy to continue with this boring boring entry. maybe tomorrow will be better. probably not.
Posted by michele at 01:01 PM | Comments (9)
August 27, 2002
happy birthday, nuala!
Posted by michele at 12:29 PM | Comments (7)
August 26, 2002
some mexicans came and moved the fridge out of my house.
once upon a time, erica, michele, and jacob got a house together. and when michele and jacob were signing the lease the subject matter of who exactly prunes the hedges came up.
ali, the landlord--not he of the 40 theives, replied quite unconcernedly, "oh some mexicans will come and take care of that every once in a while. the townhouse community hires out to mexican workers."
"oh yes?" michele replied, "illegal immigrant mexicans?" *
"i couldn't say," ali replied, unfazed by the quickly exchanged horrified giggling faces of michele, jason, and jacob.
all this from a man who is obviously middle eastern, phd in pharmocology aside. thin ice to judge a mexican strawberry picker on, lemme tell you.
this morning as i lay peacefully slumbering in my new bed in my new yellow room, ali's bitch of a wife, nancy, called. now yesterday, as erica and i were cleaning the kitchen and mopping the floor this harridan of a woman stopped by to inform us that after all we would have to remove the fridge, washer, and dryer ourselves as the people she rented the house too (filth notwithstanding) already had thier own. i was too flabbergasted by her gall to speak.
she had already said to us, mind you, "tired girls? well you wouldn't be so tired if you cleaned once a week instead of once a year."
affrontery. whore.
i was so sick yesterday, but even so i had trouble falling asleep as i lay pondering all the things i would have to do today: finish cleaning, get rid of the washer, dryer, and fridge SOMEHOW, return the tv box and modem box, clean my room, try to get fatus out from under the bed (does not move well), try to sign up for this class at dvc, go to the grocery store, and lay in bed to watch movies all day. over and over again my list of chores was gnawing at the corners of my mind as the snot was dripping steadily down the back of my throat to congeal in my lungs.
back to the story at hand (i blame it on the drugs) the old, wrinkled ho-bag who called this morning said that she had found some people who would very much like a free washer, dryer, and fridge and could pick them up today at 1pm.
she went on to inform my mother (who was fielding this call as i was still wheezing in bed) that, "these people could really use these things and i want to help them in any way i can since i wouldn't rent the house to them."
turns out "these people" had come to see the house but based on their appearence she didn't trust them to be able to pay rent. she had expected them to want to pick the appliances up in the evening but since they wanted to do it at 1pm and she would be at work, she called me to come and supervise it.
"you can't miss him" she told my mom, "he's a short mexican. i really just couldn't rent to them, they didn't look like they could afford the rent. you know, it was like they were biting off more than they could chew."
i shit you not. why did she feel compelled to tell all this to my mother?
it's come full circle, my friends. we moved in to the house on scottsdale rd, and some mexicans trimmed our shrubbery. we moved out and some mexicans removed our refrigerator. i'm going to miss that place. hell, i miss it already.
*note. i never really said that.
Posted by michele at 10:20 PM | Comments (13)
August 23, 2002
sugar shoes
i want these shoes so badly. and i will have them. oh yes i will. i am currently bidding on them on ebay. they are at $10.99 and have 5 days left. i'll keep you posted.
Posted by michele at 09:22 AM | Comments (48)
August 22, 2002
things to do today: update site. check.
what is wrong with you people today? are you all being tortured and are thus too busy to do anything to your webpages? maybe you are strung up in some freakish experiment to see how long the human leg can really be pulled?
not that i am any paragon of updatedness since it is 4:30 and i haven't done anything till now. but i was waiting for someone else to get it together so that i could swoop down and beat them to the top of the counter pile. this chance never came. sushi has been at the top since noon. a new record i think. and one to be justifiably proud of perhaps. and no, it was not my comment that was the last one on the site keeping it there at the top. it was jason. friend jason. he was probably just paying me back for the see's candy bribe though, let's be honest.
perhaps in reality the reason none of us has updated is because we all spent time in the real world together yesterday. a scary place the real world, and one which apparently infringes on our virtual society of amicable chatting, constant posting, and make-believe entries. (let's disregard the fact that sean made an entry *today* since he did it at some godawful hour of the morning when all normal people should have been asleep. and besides, he updates so infrequently he doesn't really count.) no offense there, sean. after all, your page is the "best" one out of all of ours. nominally because of the air of mystery that accumulates around the lack of 3 posts a day and the humor which has NOTHING to do with inside jokes and the rest of the cementhorizon.commmunity. you think you're so special.......i am not bitter......shut up.
what have we learned from this post?
* michele is still overly fanatical about the counter thing on the homepage. and has developed bizarre rules and regulations to govern her actions so as not to infringe on other people being on top by forcing herself to the top.
* sean is cooler than everybody else. but today everybody else is trying to be cooler than sean by not updating thier pages.
* cheese is the new meat.
* party of five is a good show.
* nuala has a lot of candy upstairs and i am now really, really ill.
Posted by michele at 04:50 PM | Comments (9)
August 21, 2002
GFS
in class right now there are 4 students and the teacher. the 4th student just arrived and the teacher honest to god wrote, "Great - another guy has arrived :-)" he says things like this kind of often really. i want to fucking smack him. too bad he's in texas or where ever the hell he is. what a dumbass. texan dumbass.
eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! then he wrote me after class and asked about the anime paper i had mentioned and if he could read it. and i said...well...it's too big to email but here is the shitty shitty webpage of un-updated version of it. and then he wrote back this:
I just took a quick glance through the site and am definitely impressed - I will definitely return to focus more on it later. Also, can I link to your site from the site for the anime course I taught in May (and in future incarnations of the Web site)?
what a wonderful, wonderful man.
p.s. this is the webpage address which might link to me eventually.
Posted by michele at 12:28 PM | Comments (8)
argh! stress!
i am so stressed about moving out of my current house. there is so much shit to do still that hasn't been done yet. and it sucks! suckity suck! and all i want to do is sleep. mmm sleeeeeep..... it's tempting to skip baseball especially since we have no bat. and it's also tempting to quit my job now since i've been offered another one already starting sept. 1. i think i'n definately going to have to flake on sushi tomorrow. which sucks. maybe i can still do it. ah fuck it. i'm taking monday off from work. erica and jacob--do you have to work monday? do you want to clean monday instead? fuck this whole out by friday night thing. it's not going to happen. we can move anything that's left into the garage sunday and clean partially and move everything that's left out of the garage on monday. which would mean i could help erica take the bed to goodwill and gene could come get his fucking couch and i could still make sushi tomorrow with ellie and whoever else wants to come. there is no point in stressing over this. i hate stressing. it makes me all angry.
this is not as good as aiee! oof. but it is close.
and this is FUCKING SUPER SWEET.
Posted by michele at 08:26 AM | Comments (9)
August 20, 2002
who knew of thier existance?
Posted by michele at 02:50 PM | Comments (9)
donuts!
donuts for the staff meeting today! donuts! and my stupid office manager gave them to ME to carry up to the meeting. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! DONUTS!!
Posted by michele at 09:49 AM | Comments (9)
ups
jolie's back to being on the home page of ups.edu. go check her out plus the newly designed coolio webpage.
Posted by michele at 09:04 AM | Comments (7)
risk!
sunday evening risk game at jason's house!
hmmm this is a 6 person game...which means....me, kristen, jason, jacob, richard? jolie? erica?? sean? man we have too many people to play risk! can we play on teams? or we could buy a second board.....logistics.....hmmm.....
Posted by michele at 08:17 AM | Comments (2)
August 19, 2002
little green pea
you know what else i don't like? speaking of things i don't like. that thing on the mainpage of CH that says who updated last. man that thing chaps my hide. i mean on the one hand it's very useful cause then i don't have to go to all the individual webpages and check on who's updated. but on the other hand it's this constant battle to be on the top. king of the hill! top dog! princess at the top, pea on the bottom! i just don't want to be the pea. it's so dumb though. and overly competitive and brings home to me the fact that i am overly competitive and then i am mad at myself for being so and then i continue to update and comment and refresh and i feel bitter when i comment on someone else's page and they they're on top of me. but i do it anywy! argh! so dumb! grrr at myself!
Posted by michele at 03:33 PM | Comments (2)
commie red or chinamen yellow?
i have to say that game sucked ass. if ever there was a game whose sole purpose was to go "i'm funnier than you! na na nee na na!" this is that game. consequently people's feelings get hurt. there's ill will on all sides. (mind you...not that i give a scabby rat's ass about a little non-racist color jokes. cause i can color within the lines. oh yes i can. give me a fucking crayon. (harold and the purple crayon.)) the thing is just that on the whole it was a pretty dumb game anyway. there's no point to laughing at some cards when we could just be talking and laughing anyway. semi-visual humor be damned. let's play some risk and get really angry at each other over world domination or something more important than who's funny and who's not or who can take a joke and who can't.
Posted by michele at 01:40 PM | Comments (22)
blue crush
surf lingo! hee hee hee! who are they kidding? this movie was awful. it was so awful. i can't even describe how awful it was. if only i could get my hands on a copy of the script....well all thier talk of 'killer waves,' 'awesome pipes,' and 'bliggity blob flog bob' aside. the plot! holy shit. let me paraphrase a scene for you of the budding romance between the surfer chick and the football jock from the mainland.
her: tell me what i should do!'
him: you know what you need to do.
her: no! no i don't. that's why i'm asking you. i need you to tell me what to do.
him: be the girl on the beach.
her: what?
him: the girl i met on the beach.
her: what would she do?
him: she would never ask some guy to tell her what to do.
her: (thoughtful face)
scene end.
BWAHAHAHAHA!! it is even more priceless when you consider the fact that they've known each other less than a week. and she already is dumping all of our emotional bullshit on him instead of talking to her best friends.
anyway this movie was horrid. you say you heard good reviews? ignore them. trust me on this. whatever you do, do not spent 8.75 on this movie. you could maybe rent it. or watch it when someone else rents it. (a la dustin and titanic). which is not to say that i am not glad that i saw it. cause i did really want to see it. but i think i had more fun laughing at it then actually enjoying it. mmmm but the bikinis were nice.....
Posted by michele at 11:58 AM | Comments (1)
August 16, 2002
angry screaming michele
apparently the car which was supposed to be back TODAY. is now a potential next tuesday. next fucking tuesday. how long has it been now? 2 MONTHS AND 4 DAYS!!! THEY SAID 15 DAYS ORIGINALLY! FIF-FUCKING-TEEN! ARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!! (picture angry tearing out hair michele.) i don't even remember what it feels like to sit inside of my own car at this point.
Posted by michele at 04:22 PM | Comments (2)
August 15, 2002
mighty ducks killer!
this is my favorite line from the link to the deodorant stone thing of ian's:
Hunters - rub the Stone over the entire body after showering - completely kills the human scent.
cause hunters are using this animal friendly product too. you can use tom's of maine deodorant too. hey though whatever you do don't get their fennel or gingermint toothpaste. good lord those things are naaaassty.
i was turning onto contra costa yesterday on my way to baseball and there was this big truck in front of me and the liscense plate was: DUCKS. and the holder thing said, "duck hunting rules! ducks ducks ducks."
hoo boy, i said. hoo boy.
Posted by michele at 04:56 PM | Comments (7)
potential inheritance
this great aunt who i don't think i've ever met except maybe once died recently. a couple of minutes ago i got an email from my mom saying that there are letters from Pennsylvania for my brother and me from some lawyer. could this potentially be a windfall inheritance? maybe i could buy the pink castle.
ARGH!!!
dammit. just got another email from my mom:
There will be money at some later date, but not now. Adam just got home and read his. She left her money in trust for Uncle John until his death. After that there are donations to charity and the rest is divided between your Grandfather Edward's children or issue and Uncle Matt's kids or issue. I would assume that Uncle John's will be much the same so when he dies you will get a portion from each of whatever is left. I know that Uncle John had quite a bit of money, but he has been living off it in retirement for some time. No telling how much will be left whenever. and at the moment he is healthy except for some senility. No need to rush about for that.
Love,
Mom
fucking bitches. crushing my pink castle dreams in the sky. smunch! smunch-smunch!
Posted by michele at 04:00 PM | Comments (1)
future of blog/camgirls
Using blogs, individuals or groups post a running commentary on topics that interest them--politics, technology, pop culture....nearly anything at all. The sites typically include links to other web resources and a space for readers to provide feedback on interact. They are updated frequently, even several times a day, as new information flows in. Estimates put the number of weblogs currently online at anywhere from 200,000 to 500,000."
uc berkeley is turning blogging into a class! a class! i wish i could take that actually....
speaking of blogs though. i found a fascinating new subculture of blogs. the webcam girls. oh jesus christ. these things are amazing. there's semi-naked pictures. if you go to the hardcore one (camwhores) then there's uhhh....really nasty stuff going on. anyway all they do is blog about thier lives and things they're doing and ask for presents. they actually ask for presents! they all have links to amazon wishlists. and they all appear to know one another and talk about one another and link to one another. and generally they seem to range between 16-18 years of age. it's insane. i am so impressed by this whole concept. (sexpot)
i like the layout of this one and how she talks about being a camgirl all the fucking time.
and this one got some poor schmo to but her a $450 digital camera. fer fuck's sake.
goddammit. i just got totally sucked back into that world for like the last 45 minutes. did i finish this post? no? am i taking lunch? no. fuck me. argh. don't go look at these camgirls. and whatver you do don't then start looking at other ones off of theirs. it's a vicious vicious cycle.
Posted by michele at 12:20 PM | Comments (14)
August 14, 2002
reincarnation
the people in my office are in the kitchen having lunch and talking about reincarnation. yes. reincarnation. hoo boy.
"cedar souls" by someone named gary..or john edwards... says stuff about soul mates and how people's souls hang out somewhere and then choose where they want to be/go/gender/race/whatever and then go and hang out for a while before dying again but then come back relatively the same with the same semi group of people. could you see that?
we're all in some ectoplasmic plane meeting and greeting in order to decide who we want to spend forever being reincarnated with. that doesn't seem very plausible.
"hello person who will become my arch-nemisis....let's hang out forever."
who is my arch-nemesis? hmmm.....maybe....umm.....i dunno.
now they're fighting over the testament and church-going. fucking ay. they are all up in arms about things now.
go look for past lives stories of your very own here.
Posted by michele at 12:56 PM | Comments (11)
tootsbag
what's a tootsbag you ask? bag o candy i tell you.
three candies. three of them.
Posted by michele at 11:47 AM | Comments (1)
nuala's blog
just so youse all know. nuala's blog nuts to you has just been updated to MT and can now be commented on. comment away little squirrels. orrrr...scary bucky face! ar! one tooth!
Posted by michele at 09:38 AM | Comments (0)
August 13, 2002
green party 2
i would just like to say that i am not particularly against mexican immigrants. but neither am i particularly for them. the thing is that i don't KNOW what it really means to give them california DL's or to accept them into our country. does it mean that we pay higher taxes in order to support thier unemployment checks? because i'm not really down with that. or does giving them a DL irregardless of driving ability or financial stability with which to purchase a car just create a rash of accidents and car theivery? it's possible. not very likely, but once again i don't know. does thier illegal entry into our country have really any effect on my upper middle class life whatsoever? not noticeably so far. and would their legal acceptance change that? i don't know.
the immigration and naturalization service
i think my point is that i'm not trying to be a hater of immigrants. i'm just questioning whether or not it's an ok thing or a very bad thing. even with all of the above i still don't feel either fully imformed or decision making ready. but then again, what is my decision really worth? not a whole hell of a lot, i admit. but i think it's worth something to question the feasibility of granting amnesties right and left.
Posted by michele at 04:31 PM | Comments (0)
green party
the other day kim sent some of us an email about how we all have to vote for peter miguel camejo for california governor in november. green party i said. ehh what? so today i went and looked at his i-page. i learned many interesting things:
oh really? walnut creek you say? published author? hmmm.....
3 things on his "platform":
"End addiction by focusing on demand."
what does that even mean?
"require labeling and regulation of genetically modified foods."
you mean they're not doing that now?
should we really be further overcrowding out state? i just don't know where i stand on this one. my mother substituted at a predominantly spanish speaking school and none of the kids would listen to her and called her a whole bunch of really dirty words and practically drove her to tears. that ain't cool. i can't hold with that kind of behavior.
however in this other article, it talks about how "his wife would kill" him if he became govenor. and how he ate at the cheesecake factory. and you know how i love the cheesecake factory. and the whole, 'voting for him because the other ones are so bad' theory is starting to sound pretty good.
who knows? i don't know. i'm not political. i'm like a deep dark hole thru which politics can find no purchase. none. it's like spelunking. only in the dark. and with very very mossy slime walls and no grips. hmmm...let's get away from the people spelunking in me image. that's just not kosher.
Posted by michele at 02:26 PM | Comments (17)
shaolin soccer
this movie is so good i swear. punchy punchy kicky kicky! soccer ball!(the link is admittedly...in chinese...but watch it just for the opening animated sequence thingy.)
what brings on this vehement display of affection? well i went to see spykids2. (yes spykids 2. i saw spykids 1 too. whaddaya think about that, huh?) and one of the previews was for shaolin soccer. now at first i was a little confused because this movie already came out and i have seen it on dvd which i rented from my boyfriend at dvd depot. hot diggity damn. but they appear to be dubbing it and releasing it thru miramax in the states. i want you all to see it. jacob will see it. jacob will be uber excited. because jacob saw it already with me. yeah me and jacob! seeing the coolest shaolin monks playing soccer movie of all time.
the girl on the left in this picture is cecilia cheung.cecilia cheung for fuck's sake people. she's cameo-ing. be sure to also check out the legend of zu and help!!!, (both of those have ekin chang in them too. love him. love him so much.) she's no kristy yeung, but that's ok.
hmmm....i just found this review. now i am a little nervous. they cut things? and the dubbing is bad? it sounded ok in the preview.....
Posted by michele at 10:44 AM | Comments (14)
french dept penis suckers
(not YOU, kristen and tracy.)
Posted by michele at 09:25 AM | Comments (5)
August 09, 2002
YESSSSSSSS!!!
YYYEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!
Posted by michele at 05:53 PM | Comments (3)
August 02, 2002
icf kaiser
ok these pictures predominantly kind of suck, but still the thought is really nice.
a memorial page my dad's secretary (from ICF Kaiser) put together for him from work pictures.
Posted by michele at 04:53 PM | Comments (41)
tat2 2
do you dare me? come on, dare me.
does this not look like a stained glass window a little?
and i like the IDEA of this, but not actually this.
Posted by michele at 09:25 AM | Comments (11)
August 01, 2002
ellie's ok.
for all those who were concerned about ellie being fatally injured last night in baseball:
begin ellie email
hey there button. how you feelin? i am quite fine, just so you know. doing my ellie is clumsy at times and tumbles and bumps her head check in, hate to have to do em but am getting used to them.
this whole new structure of baseball is throwing me way off. i feel like now that we have actual teams and they play well that we now need uniforms and chew. maybe some silly mascot running around trying to make the park tramps cheer for their side, all the while trying not to fall over his big anime eyes and boobs (at this point you are to imagine some overly exagerated anime chick, big pouty eyes and porn star tits like only the anime chicks have, maybe that little white sheen in the hair to imply reflection caused by very healthy shinny hair and studio lights). ahh yeah, the big time baby, we are now in the show."
end ellie email
i think she has a good point about the mascot. maybe i could volunteer since i think my shins will crack in half if i play baseball one more time.
Posted by michele at 01:42 PM | Comments (2)
film noir
ok kiddies, i have an interactive project for us today.
i have to write a scene from a film noir script for my film class, and i am going to enlist all of your help in doing so. mind you this is just for fun and i won't actually USE it or anything to turn in for my assignment. ahem. cause i'm not a thief or anything.
so this is the required scene set up according to my dumbass teacher (which, mind you, needs a voiceover AND a flashback at some point.):
Scene: Our protagonist, a hardboiled detective down on his luck, is drinking in a bar. A fight between 2 gangstas breaks out in the back. A woman, our femme fatale, tries to break up the fight, but is pushed roughly out of the way by one of them. Our protagonist tries to help her, but the other gangsta throws him hard to the ground. At the sound of police sirens, the gangstas rush from the bar. Our femme fatale helps the detective to his feet and offers to buy him a drink. He reluctantly agrees.
HOWEVER, we do not need to follow this scripted scene AT ALL. feel free to diverge. go wacky. it doesn't matter.
umm...so i guess i'll begin then.
film opens on a cloud of smoke, and credits appearing out of the smoke. occasionally glimpses of a woman's face can be seen, but never too much all at once. sometimes the eyes, or the lips, or a profile in shadows. (we need a good title now...maybe we could decide on it later though.) when the credits end the voiceover begins. i don't know what the fuck it says though. anyway, the camera zooms in thru the smoke to come out the other side, and the woman blows out her next puff to the side and we see her face in the light fully for the first time. she is gorgeous (obviously) with full pouting red lips, flawless skin, and long shiny hair artfully arranged in that careless windblown look. she is wearing a tight black sheath with a plunging neckline and stiletto heels, which looks very uncomfortable, but she pulls it off effortlessly. the camera pans back a little to reveal that she is ensconced at a bar in a slightly dingy jazz club. light jazz music has been playing all this time, and as the camera angles back a little more to showcase more of the bar dregs, the music picks up a little and sultry female vocals join the band to produce an aurally mesmerizing sound of vocals soaring around and entwining with the instruments that creates a blend of sensual atmosphere to make even the hearing impaired weep. the woman gives a half smile that is so unconsciously sexy that it hurts. and in the background 2 gangstas walk into the bar, see the woman and with with leering faces begin to walk towards her with purposeful strides....
Posted by michele at 11:08 AM | Comments (8)