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September 27, 2002
a$$ merchants, the
looooook what iiiiii fouuuuunnnd.......
oh holy crap. i came this close to buying a copy. i might still do it.
i am, however, a little disappointed that my name does not appear in the credits of the tinky winky song. who stole the teletubbie souls without which this fine music may not have been recorded? i did. you know it. anyway, go and enjoy, "you ungrateful bastards."
Posted by michele at 12:25 PM | Comments (15)
September 26, 2002
fucking frettchen
p.s. there's a link to my site statistics over in the side bar now too. it is also here if you wanna go look.
Posted by michele at 10:08 AM | Comments (4)
September 25, 2002
but what memory of sushi is not fond?
ok so i have admittedly one roll of hawaii pictures left which haven't been developed yet so you might have to wade thru some more of them. but too bad for you!
and here is some more of my smunched in car.
i am still working on the san diego ones. i don't have the stupid cord which connects the digi and the computer. so eventually you can maybe see pictures of marina's new place and jenny and scott bailey and so on. you know you all care. :)
hmm and so what else is new with me? well the season premeire of Buffy was AWESOME. oh so good. i was so happy. i mean...it was actually funny and had that funny joss whedon spark which has been oh so sadly lacking for so long. props to it. gilmore girls on the other hand was mucho upsetting what with the small jess part and what he was doing
during his tiny on screen time. ARGH! boy was i ever screaming.
tonight we (me, mom, adam, andrea [latest not even 21 ho-"friend" of my brother's]) went to blowfish sushi for dinner. fucking ay but that place is some fantastic food. i even ate ostrich meat. it was wierd. tasted suspiciously like beef. but really good. and umm sushi and green tea cheesecake. i wanna go back! maybe for my birthday? or maybe just because.
speaking of sushi though, i went to onami again while i was in san diego. stuffed myself as per usual. and bemoaned the fact again that i no longer live close to a GOOD all you can eat sushi and that besides that "the eating factory" was evicted. not paying thier rent on time idjits. stoopid. or maybe they had too many cockroaches. but i would prefer not to think about that. (i just tried to make thier link work for a while, but it's totally out of service. oh so sad. end of an era.) i can still remember reading that stupid in-flight magazine one of the many times i flew between seattle and oakland and ripping out the little ad with "the eating factory's" info and then dragging everybody there, (not too hard admittedly). good times. in a word: delectable. but what was the word trevor used? ummm...."ravishing." ha ha ha hooo-ee.
tomorrow: krispy kreme. it's finally opened, kiddos. our own phill/concord kreme-y goodness. it is so close to my house. i am so delighted. i am going to get soo fat. moan.
Posted by michele at 09:02 PM | Comments (7)
September 24, 2002
"bitches, come." and the bitches, they came.
Posted by michele at 10:04 PM | Comments (16)
September 21, 2002
san diego
here i am at jenny's new place of business the helen woodward animal center. there is an umbrella cockatoo here named chachee who, i believe, just asked some father if he was gay. in front of his three year old daughter no less. brilliant. marina covered it up well unknowingly since she thought the bird really did say, "are you ok?" instead of my preferred, "are you gay?"
marina? comments?
ahem. yes. well, i've been sitting in this loverly office for hours now as michele recoups from the lack of internet for several days. as a matter of fact, i'm trapped. in an animal center. fitting really. hopefully soon i will be able to leave and have michele show me around sd as i still haven't gone out that much--with the exception of all those times i've been with bailey and his girlfriend (erica) watching all these little poli sci boys surf. entertaining, especially as the one that i live with is far more "stimulating" to look at in a wetsuit than our dear bailey.
i need to intervene now as michele is trying to teach chachee more bad words.
poooooooooooop.....come on chachee, work with me here.
scott bailey in a wetsuit. let's all picture that please. take a moment to adjust. thank you.
jenny refuses to write anything. however she would like to thank gene for acknowledging her essential hotness. and she says "hi" to everyone else. she is too busy being squeezed by pythons to really talk to you all. and apparently refining on her inherent sex-goddess qualities.
this is michele in san diego signing off.
Posted by michele at 01:26 PM | Comments (10)
September 17, 2002
UPS arches tidbits
didn't we not like her?
and who the hell is this guy? he apparently graduated 2001.
Posted by michele at 10:39 PM | Comments (2)
be he ever so ugly, there's no place....that won't shun him (sigh)
who would trust this man to teach a class on children's literature? i just don't know how i feel about this. besides the fact that it costs $525.
Posted by michele at 12:04 PM | Comments (7)
p-chan!
last night the new season of shows began. or maybe they began earlier but the first one i watched was last night. called 'everwood.' it was ok. not great, but certainly not bad. however, it had one shining moment of glory when in the first couple of minutes the teen idol boy star was walking around being all sullen and angry in a ranma 1/2 p-chan shirt! i squealed in delight. i called nuala at the commercial being as how she was the only person i could think of who might be watching stupid wb shows too. and she was a little horrified that i was already in love with some new boy on some new wb show just because he was wearing a t-shirt from another tv show of a pig-boy who i am also in love with even though he probably knew nothing about p-chan/ryogo/ranma personally and was just wearing the shirt by happanstance. maybe they're trying to market to the hip young anime watching crowd. who knows. cults. the lot of them. whatever.
speaking of screaming though. i also at one point last night walked into the dining room and saw some small long rodent fuzzy body running away from me under the table and without even thinking about it i screamed really loudly. which made my mom look up from the computer in flabbergasted concern to say, 'what?' and that was when i remembered that we have a ferret, and perforce, it is NATURAL to see long hideous rodents running around in one's house. fucker bit me again. i hate him so much. today is my brother's birthday but i am raining on that parade hoo boy you better believe it. he had best be taking that weasel away today or a hissy fit will be thrown by yours truly.
Posted by michele at 10:35 AM | Comments (4)
in other news
in other news i am leaving for a conference in monterey at the assilomar conference center tomorrow morning. apparently i will not be doing much at this thing except setting up some chairs and making sure there's coffee. i've been promised lots of relaxation time. i have taken this to mean that i can hang out a lot on the beach or at the pool. and i can go visit the aquarium and see the otters. oh otters. so cute. :) then, for some unknown reason, my boss has decided that attendence of this conference means that we shouldn't have to work on monday and is giving us the day off. how fucking sweet is that? pretty fucking so, i must say. due to this unexpected wonderfulness i am going to SD this weekend, leaving from monterey on friday morning/noonish. yey for visiting jenny and the newly moved in marina. because fuck hanging out here and def time to procrastinate painting my room for another week and moving all the shit around. heh.
so, jacob, i'm sorry about spirited away. if you want to see it next week i can go after 5 any day except monday. we could just go to the berk theatre since it is like 20 feet from my office and i am all over that shit. but if you see it this weekend without me then (sniff) i will just have to go by myself. have you moved to berk yet, gene? did you want to see it? i am such an unscrupulous movie partner trading whore. (have you noticed my new and improved comment snagging method of referencing people directly in the hopes of harranguing some reply out of them? p.s. where is my internet stalker?)
Posted by michele at 10:17 AM | Comments (4)
mutterings in the ranks
so...this new counter on the CH page.....i know i am just being difficult and contrary now but i don't know if i like it. it only tells you the LAST comment made on your page but i you have multiple postings the same day or something you have to go and check to see if someone commented on one post and then immediately after another one. maybe this is only a problem for me as i am apparently the only one who multiple posts anymore. or ever really, let's be honest. maybe nuala posted more than once in one of that last batch. but no one ever comes to CH anymore. where's the love, people? do not tell me it is dying. i know you're probably all like offended now and are saying, "hey! i commented just yesterday, bizatch!" but you know what i mean. there's like 4 comments a day instead of the previous million zinging flings going on. it just seems so dry and stale. like mold-bread. or the insides of old shoes. maybe i am supposed to be content with the email conversation going on currently about the death of baseball. but that's just depressing and in no way makes me happy or wastes enough time not doing work considering the fact that no one writes back until right before i leave work/after i've left. you know what i'm even going to post this and then check back on it over the course of the day and it will continually taunt me with the lack of comments on it. fucking ay and now i'm whining about it. this is so stupid. grrrrr.
Posted by michele at 10:08 AM | Comments (5)
September 15, 2002
hawaii
hawaii was so much fun!
and while i was there i kept a journal because being away from the computer for so long and not having this stupid outlet for writing was driving me crazy. so i was thinking of transcribbling some of my journal entries into this entry in order to tell you all about all the things i did in hawaii. however, i have discovered that of course i am too lazy to do that. waaaay too lazy. so instead i will recount quickly what i did for you.
beach
sleep
eat
beach
read
sleep
eat
pool
driving
eating
viewing
driving
sleep
walking
lava
sleep
driving
beach
turtle friend
driving
sleep
beach
snorkel
turtle friend
beach
beach
beach
snorkel
snorkel
sleep
kayak
capsize
baby spinner dolphins
beach
eat
snorkel
fish attack
shop
sleep
beach
inflate hippo
shop
beach
sleep
read
beach
you get the gist of it. i made a list of all the beaches i went to. do you care? probably not. i will tell you one: stand and defecate. yes. that is the translation of the hawaiian name of one of the beaches i went to. i slept on it. hmm pooo..... there was a writing in white coral on the lava along the one highway that said "pee." it was like it was placed there just for me. i was so pleased. i made a list of all my fave rave writings too. do you care about that? maybe. well 'MORON' was good. and 'yummy' and 'bunny' and 'nice.' also 'heck.'
man now i want to transcribble. ok.
the first day we were there 9/7 i got to listen to some pseudo surfers (waves on the big island are tiny) talk about a surfing magazine:
"now THAT'S a wave, man."
"look at that roll. and the crush!"
"and it's so shallow there. over coral."
"the height on that wave. it's gotta be like 13 feet."
"nah"
"yeah, man! the surfer is TALL. he's gotta be 6 foot."
"yeah, dude. which would make the wave over 13 feet!"
"and that barrel is HUGE."
"You could....what could you put in there?"
"you could put a BUS in there man. it's big enough to hold a BUS."
"Nah..."
"yeah man! a bus! sheeeet!"
i sheeet you not.
9/11
i was tempted to write on the lava with the coral: "9/11 sucks hiney."
...
we took the kayak back and the kona boy (kona boy's kayak rentals) hit on us some talking about how we should call if we needed anything else.
KB: so where are you staying?
me: the bayclub resort. her parents have a timeshare there.
KB: wow. that's nice. lucky.
me: yeah, it's really nice.
KB: well if you guys need any other help while you're on the island. come on by.
me: ok. thanks.
KB: like if you want any special tips or want to know where any secluded beaches are...give us a call.
me: how secluded? (getting into it.)
KB: gives you lots of privacy, you can do whatever you want.
me: even you?
KB: what?
me: i could even do you?
KB: what?
me: (false innocence) isn't that what you were implying? that you would show us some "secluded" beaches and we could show you our naked bodies? monkey boy?
KB: (stammering hemming and hawing) i never meant that. exactly.
me: (unwrap my towel, currently the only article of clothing besides the bikini that i am wearing, and look up and down my body carefully) why not?
KB: ahhhh.....
me: fascinating. shall we just go around the corner there to your "private" fenced in side yard and do it?
KB: really?
me: kim, give me ten minutes.
kim: (impatient) 5?
me: you drive a hard bargain.
kim: you're wasting your precious 5 minutes.
at least it was the kona boy that showered. buck teeth though. and scraggly. oh well. sex against a wall with a five minute time limit you can't quibble over the non-salient details. at least now i don't have to go look up deserted beaches with the man.
...
while we were kayaking i tried to get the dolphins to come closer by singing to them underwater. this endeavor was hampered by the fact that i had just seen divine secrets of the ya ya sisterhood on the plane trip and was thus humming the song they sing in there like 2ce, 'i see the moon. and the moon sees me...blah blah.' so i sang:
i see the moon
and the moon sees me
and the moon shows me the one i want to see
so dolphin come over here
come to me
so i can take your picture
one two three!
this invariably drew no dolphins. apparently they are not fans of the ashley judd-sandra bullock movie.
9/12
oh the hippo. the hideous monster of a hippo. pink, blue/green, purple. he's a mad, mad hippo of a fella. once i had him (awful long eyelashes for a him) all blown up we decided to take him for a test drive in the ocean. HWEE! i fell off so many times and when i finally managed to be on top of him i was basically lying down with my legs spread all akimbo and probably looked like i was humping the hippo for all i was worth. kim tried to get in on the action by going for his belly. feeling somehow that a hippo sandwich sex escapade at the mauna kea beach resort was a good idea. i was laughing so hard and i had just wasted all lung power blowing up the hippo, so was consequently wheezing away while fornicating on blow-up beach toys. good times, good times.
9/13
heard on the radio a perversion of joan osborne's 'what if god was one of us'
what if god smokes cannabis?
do you think he rolls his own
up in heaven on His throne?
and when the saints go marching home
does god smoke out all alone?
i wish i had been writing thru the whole thing but sadly no. brill song though. brill. there was this whole thing about adam and eve and god planting the seeds in order to give them the munchies so they'd take the apple the snake was always offering.
some good pictures:
lava from kilauea. i was so close to 2000 degrees celsius heat. whoo. steamy.
not admittedly in hawaii (in monterey) but kim and i.
kim and i in hawaii. with the not akake falls. the other one. uh....no idea what it's called.
Posted by michele at 07:33 PM | Comments (5)
spirited away
saturday? anyone? kabuki? little japanese picutres?
Posted by michele at 06:45 PM | Comments (3)
September 10, 2002
mwah!
me in hawaii!!!!!!!! MUAH HA HA HA HA!!!!
love you all lots. you should be getting postcards. some of you. who i have made up addresses for.
Posted by michele at 08:21 PM | Comments (4)
September 06, 2002
ahhh where did the little side title bar by which i live my life go?
the thing that tells who updated last is missing from cementhorizon. i find myself horribly traumatized by this. not only do i have to type in everybody's webpage manually, but i also don't know who's on top! this is crushing my spirit.
in other news. 1 day till hawaii. mwee hwee hwee hee hee.
also i finished my paper (due at 6 today) already for class and sent it off. and it's not 5:10! this is a new record for me.
Posted by michele at 11:45 AM | Comments (2)
September 05, 2002
up and coming
the countdown to hawaii is now at 2 days. yes that's right. 2. soon oh so soon i will be in hawaii. saturday morning = plane. saturday afternoon = tropical weather and no work for a whole week! yey!
suckahs.
Posted by michele at 10:39 AM | Comments (2)
September 04, 2002
The Good Girl
man, i always want to have more time to write these things and i never actually do. sucks ass. let me just say for now that this movie was, i thought, really good. and not just because jake gyllanhaal was in it, although that was definately a plus. i thought some of the camera work was interesting. particularly this was evident in the packing scene when all of a sudden they switched to a hand held camcorder to film jennifer aniston's hasty packing and unsettled state of mind. parts of the end i felt were wholly unecessary. and jennifer aniston's complete corruption of a texan accent and frequent slippage away from even faking it was kind of awful. but on the whole i really thought this movie was a good job. it's portrayal of small time life and the overbearing sameness of it was presented really well. some of the writing was exceptional--the ironic twist of phrase and occasional quick flinging of the come back or the softly muttered expressions of dismay and disgust with life. or even jake's constant outbursts about people not getting him. while at work he is surrounded by powder puff girl iconography.
my fave rave part of the movie:
in the car when jake has just seen jennifer sleeping with bobo (hwee he was so good!) and she tells him to calm down:
"i can't calm down! maybe if i was a slut like you and could calm down all over town, but i'm not!"
baby, you can calm down all over me anytime. shit, he's sex-bomb.
p.s. that's his sister maggie
whose movie secretary will soon be out. hoo boy. wanna see that.
p.p.s. let me just say that i hate macintoshes and i did all of this earlier at work or at least tried to and it was being all fucked up and now i am still awake and working on it at home and i want to be in bed! whine whine whine!
Posted by michele at 05:09 PM | Comments (0)
September 02, 2002
noir script
for your reading pleasure/amusement i give you the noir script i wrote for my film class. it is bad. what can you do? i still got an A, so i think you can imagine how little i care. you can even read the teacher's comments at the bottom.
marina--if you ever find your way to this site and actually read this--here's looking at you, kid. hwee.
Posted by michele at 09:08 PM | Comments (0)