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October 31, 2002
Scooby-land
You're a rebel with a capital yeow! But even though your closet is chock-full of skeletons, you've also got a side that's mushier than the softer side of Sears. Maybe it's that special someone who holds the key to your rapidly expanding heart--and hey, if the Grinch can turn things around, we've got faith in you.
take the test yourself to find out your scooby personality.
Posted by michele at 12:45 PM | Comments (15)
in which i break copy machines and read inspirational literature
this morning i was sent down to the second floor to make TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY copies of a 43 page study guide thing. i of course only managed to make 72 copies before the paper started jamming like a mofo. so aggravating!
while i was uber-busy sitting there watching the copy machine do all the grunt labor, i read a book that came in the mail yesterday to our department. it is entitled, "The Inner World of the Immigrant Child" by Cristina Igoa. so maybe there's just something wrong with me right now but this book which was just talking about teaching children who come to america from foriegn countries and how they have problems learning how to fit in was making me cry! in front of the copy machine! it wasn't even particularly heart-wrenching. i was just feeling so badly for all these immigrant children and how they are lonely, solitary little beings who don't get to play on the playground or speak english. simple, emotional prose is apprarently a sure-fire way to get under my skin. goddamm easy waterspout. ahem let me give you a few gristly passages to reflect on.
"While working with the children from war-torn countries, I recalled my own experience of dislocation from one country to another during wartime and empathized as they spoke or wrote about the horrors of war. I was born in the Philippines and was 5 years old when my family left the islands two months before the end of the World War II. Manila was still occupied by the Japanese when our entire family boarded a U.S. Army transport for the United States. Aboard ship, wartime regulations were in force. All the women and small children were confined to one side of the ship, the men to the other. We had constant drills on what to do in case of submarine or air attack. We were told not to throw pieces of paper over the side of the ship because the enemy might track our progress by seeing bits of paper floating on the water." (5)
"Lonliness is the deep, deserted feeling that a person experiences when he or she feels different, alone, and separate. It is an inability to be in touch with one's self--a feeling of disconnectedness. Sometimes, the deeper the loneliness, the more intense the sadness, unhappiness, and desire to find some connection with life or with oneself. Loneliness, said a little Filipino girl, is "a bear with no friends." (54)
Posted by michele at 12:15 PM | Comments (4)
October 30, 2002
really, really ugly cat
this is something that my cousin john is coercing me to post on my webpage. i do not feel good about it. i advise against going to look at it. it's gross and it will haunt your memory for a long time to come. but if you're feeling ultimately braver than me, you go right ahead on with your bad selves.
Posted by michele at 07:45 PM | Comments (26)
October 29, 2002
31 days hath september, arpil, june, and december
it's almost that time again, kiddos. almost.
31-25 carry the 2, add the november, turkey days 5 finger drawing, multiply by the abstract of the halloween fright, third colum tally up tally ho(!)
seven days......seven days.....
Posted by michele at 07:02 PM | Comments (0)
still freaked out about marriage
yesterday i read my horoscope in the berkeleyan newspaper on the bus as i was traveling towards nuala for my ride home and it said:
the question of marriage looms large presently.
i shit you not.
but then today i discovered the following:
July 27, 2002 � Cecil and Michele G* of Farmington, a daughter, Bethany Marie.
so apparently i am in the clear. because not only am i married to someone named cecil, he took MY last name (pansy ass), i live in exeter (where the hell is exeter?), and i have a daughter named bethany marie. sch-weet. suck on that, relatives with the piggy eyes. suck on that.
i came to the decision this morning while hopped up on krispy kremes that i'm going to at least have to take a date to the wedding this summer. going with my mother to another wedding is just not going to cut it. even i've got standards.
Posted by michele at 02:14 PM | Comments (9)
October 28, 2002
in which i am found charming and catherine martin would really like me.
when i went to see la boheme (my review here) on saturday, we (my mom, nuala, nuala's mom rosemary), went out dinner with one of the ensemble cast members who is friend's with nuala's sister ady. and she liked my sugar shoes. (cause who doesn't?) and made the all together startling and complimentary remark that catherine martin (baz luhrmann's wife and the production/costume designer for his projects) would really like me. this was thrilling. i always wanted to be a clothing designer. i had a dream. and then i went and got an english degree. useless. fucking useless. and now i'll probably get an english masters in 19th century british literature too. why? no good reason. well one good reason: just to write a paper about the pre-raphaelites and art/lit. it's not a very good reason. but neither is going to the university of london simply to study and hear lectures under laura mulvey, one of the most brilliant film critics around these days in my opinion. what use will a masters or phd in film theory really be? REALLY?
in other news. moosers has a cold. she keeps sneezing. and making these whuffling noises and then snot comes out her nose. she is a snot machine. it's kind of cutely gross. fuk-o also tried to kill fatus in the side yard yesterday morning but came out the worse for wear with his ruff all scragged and his claws broken. he is a defeated cock of the walk currently. but that didn't stop him from trying to beat the shit out of my fatus again this morning. this is an unpleasant development.
and people think i'm charming? well, they just do. apparently.
Posted by michele at 11:51 AM | Comments (6)
marriage is what brings us together today...
ok so this morning i got an email from my cousin's (john) girlfriend (katherine). in it the revelatory, and extremely unexpected, news of their forthcoming marriage was revealed. ok. marriage. i immediately was thrown into a giddy fright. DO ANY OF YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?!?
1) weddings
2) children
3) the beginning of the end
john is the oldest cousin so it stands to reason that he should get married first. this i do not have a problem with. katherine is fantastic and i adore her, so the fact that she is the one joining the family i also do not have a problem with. my problem is that old though he may be, he's still only like 25! and she is 2 years younger than me, which puts her at a whopping 21! this to me seems really really young to get married. admittedly, i never really had any doubts that they would get married eventually. but next summer?! that's a little like a shot gun wedding! only...not really like one of those at all.
this means that adam is next. and then neal. AND THEN ME. i'm third in line now! third! i don't even have a boyfriend! at least adam and EVEN FUCKING NEAL have girlfriends. sort of.
family pressure has now been upped. we're all going to have to be spitting forth babies in record numbers by the time we're 30. i've only got 6 years!
nuala recommended deep breaths. nuala is on crack! (no offense to any heroin junkies or nuala.)
deep breath. ok. so i'm really happy for them deep down. really, really happy. because they are a fucking adorable couple. seriously you should see them. it's insane. and she's even started reading the anita books. and you know she can't be bad if you know what i'm talking about. but next summer...everything's going to change. this christmas even. this christmas...where she will be...and we will all be...and all the aunt and uncles will be looking at my aunt mary jealously thinking of how she is gaining a super sweet daughter in law and the potential for grandchildren way sooner than them. and then their vicious little piggy (no offense to pigs or kristen) will turn on the rest of us and I'M THIRD IN LINE!
this is really just no good from my standpoint on myself at all.
Posted by michele at 10:51 AM | Comments (12)
la boheme
admittedly la boheme is an opera and not a movie, but since it's baz luhrmann's production and he is somewhat of a movie guy i am cheating and posting what i thought of it here.
it's gorgeous. i can't even begin to describe how incredible the sets are. they are so amazing it's scary. it's basically as if you were sitting on the sound stage of moulin rouge and watching them build paris in front of you. they have these huge transferred photo backdrops, three story buildings, larger than life signs and constructions. and it's all on this tiny little stage at the curran theatre on geary street in san francisco.
for those of you who don't know, the opera is merely opening here in san francisco for a preliminary run before moving straight to broadway in november. if you want to read the san francisco chronicle's review, go here.
the singing, the acting, the cast were all great but really it was the elaborate, while still attuned to the smallest detail, staging and set design that really struck me about this theatrical experience. although going out to dinner with one of the ensemble members and hearing lots of backstage dirt on the production was pretty fucking sweet too.
so although i would love to say, hey peeps go see this. i really don't feel i will because i spent $90 on a ticket and i know there is no fucking way any of you who read this would ever spend that much to see an opera. but it was incredible and i at least am so glad i got the oppurtunity not only to go, but also to have some of the best seats in the house thanks to mansard connections. (go ady!)
Posted by michele at 10:34 AM | Comments (1)
October 25, 2002
tenacious d
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Your song is... You don't always have to fuck her hard. Sometimes that's not right to do. Sometimes you gotta make some love, and fuckin' give her some smooches too. |  |
What's your Tenacious D song?
Posted by michele at 04:08 PM | Comments (9)
the low road of mcnuggets
last week on west wing (not this week when there was a lame-ass re-run. not that the episode was lame. just the state of repeat was lame. yes lame. ass. sniff it.) ahem. last week on west wing, there was this scene, which to me, was pretty damn appropriate and telling to our society and social consciousness.
josh and donna were in his office and he was asking her about this book seminar she went to by some guy named tombo (spelling? i just don't know tuuuumbaaa...) who was involved in the opposing republican party's nominee for president's campaign somehow. i want to force you all to hear/read the dialogue that occurred between them because it made an impact on me, and so....i like to share. i am a nerd.
donna: nothing he (tomba) said was wrong or objectionable, as opposed to the man sitting next to me who was named fern.
josh: open this book to any page.
.......(there follows a less interesting passage where josh bashes some quote the guy used.)
josh: give me another one.
donna: look outside the cave.
josh: right. that's from an old paper back called the republic by plato. good thing tombo's been able to put it on a fortune cookie so it suits the attention span of the republican nominee...here he quotes Robert Frost, 'good fences make good neighbors.' did he talk about that?
donna: yeah
josh: what did he say?
donna: basically, if you stay within your personal space you'll end up getting along fine with everyone.
josh: you had to study modern poetry.
donna: yes.
josh: is that what frost meant?
donna: no, he meant that boundaries are what separate us from each other.
josh: why did he say 'good fences make good neighbors'?
donna: he was being ironic, but i still don't.....
josh: because what does it remind you of? i believe in hope not fear...i'm a leader not a politician...it's time for an american leader...america's earned a change...i before e except after c. it's the fortune cookie candidacy! these are important thinkers and understanding them can be very useful. and it's not ever going to happen at a four hour seminar. when the president's got an embassy surrounded in haiti, or a keyhole photograph of a heavy water reactor, or any of the 50 life and death matters that walk across his desk everyday, i don't know if he's thinking about emmanuel kant or not, i doubt it. but if he does i am comforted at least in my certainty that he's doing his best to reach for ALL of it and not just the mcnuggets. is it possible we would be willing to require any less from the person sitting in that chair?--the low road?--i don't think it is.
do you think president george w. bush eats mcnuggets? i think he does. it's amazing to me sometimes how closely a tv show like the west wing will align itself with current events. maybe they do it unthinkingly (unlikely) but maybe they do it tongue in cheekily. and come on, what this country needs is more public media disparaging the imbecile we put behind that desk. as an english major i've got to be horrified at people who mis-interpret great literature. and as a citizen i've got to be resentful of stupid people dictating to the world at large. and what else is bush but a regime led by a bully whose aspirations of political global domination are forcing america down the low road of supreme grand patriarchal leadership of the world?
that's a rhetorical question, knuckleheads.
Posted by michele at 03:43 PM | Comments (3)
motley (not the crue)
today as i was driving to work down north 13 highway before it turns into ashby there were many plunkings against my windshield and roof as the leaves on the trees began a merry fall dance, a swirling barrage of happy death, and heralding of the new season. almost halloween. almost thanksgiving. almost christmas.
i was torn this morning while reviewing the webpages on whether to reply to jason on his private comment page or to just let it slide and see what he said to himself next. sadly about 20 minutes later this exercise was lost in futility as both kristen and doug invdaded the sacred jason space. not that i'm upset about this. it certainly solved my dilemna about what i should do or not do. and that was really tearing me apart inside, you have no idea the pain i was going through. intense. no really.
scaberous tattoos peel off black scabs. isn't that fascinating? i have big black bits of skin flaking off my leg right now. i am totally enthralled. it's difficult not to stare at me all the time, constantly, like a radish spirit visual pull, i got the power. the scabby power. hmmm ok it's not quite as hardcore as the radish. he had tusk/breast feelers after all. (for those of you who have no idea what i'm talking about maybe you should consider seeing spirited away a little more intently.)
pottery class is crazy fun. flinging bits of wet clay everywhere, getting all muddy, and it's erotic. when you're spinning the wheel and forcing the clay up into a cone shape...well hello phallus. and then when you're opening the clay up to make a bowl/cup/whatever shape...how ya doing vagina. perhaps no one needed to know about my secret clay fantasties. but maybe you all really DID need to know.
seeing the ring tonight. after jacob's brief but horrifying story of his friend who saw it and then slept in the dryer so that he could see all the entrances and exits i am a little afeared for my sanity mentality. i warn anyone who is going now, i will most likely be terrifiedly alternately clutching and punching like a maniac whoever is sitting next to me. speaking of this movie, did you all know that it's actually a re-make of a japanese movie called ringu that had a slew of sequels? and it's based on a series of books by nakata koji, also, i believe, called ringu. not for lack of trying, but it seems impossible to get any of the originals over here. the books haven't been translated into english, netflix doesn't have any of the movies, and neither did amazon...as far as i could tell. i think maybe they might have it and were just trying to hide it from me out of sheer perversity. damn you, amazon.
Posted by michele at 09:34 AM | Comments (14)
October 23, 2002
the donnas
ok so my officemate Katie has 2 tickets to see the donnas in san francisco this thursday. who the fuck are the donnas you ask? well it is a good question. for those of you who have seen the movie drive me crazy with adrien grenier and melissa joan hart (they both look really fucking scary in their pictures on imdb), well they were named the electrocutes back then, and they played at the prom in the movie. (so it was some of the songs that WEREN'T by a certain britney spears.) ummm so they play girly punk rock music and are young and loud. if you go to the first link off "the donnas" above you can listen to some of their music.
POtentially i might want to go see them. but the show starts at 9 and i have pottery class till 9. but there are 2 opening acts....so mabe i could go anyway. but there remains the fact there there are two tickets.....so basically what i'm wondering here is: does anyone have any interest in seeing the donnas? i won't actually know if i get the tickets until thursday, because admittedly she already offered them to someone else first and is waiting to see if that friend contacts her about them.
Posted by michele at 01:14 PM | Comments (26)
October 21, 2002
summing it up pretty well
Posted by michele at 10:08 PM | Comments (3)
found art day
original "poetry" by Kristen. hwee.
Posted by michele at 07:07 PM | Comments (32)
chuckanut drive
for those of you wondering what anderson happens to be doing with his time. go check out his new band's webpage at :
chuckanut drive
for those of you not wondering what the sperm whale happens to be doing with his time. well for you i reserve my pity. and my scorn. because i'm mean like that.
ok so this weekend i got tattooed, poison oaked, and had a fantabuloous time (minus the nuala losing her purse section) at kristen's bday bash. i like to boogey. i like to get down. go-go girls in men's white briefs, legwarmers, and wife-beaters can not be beaten. 26 mix you are the bomb-diggity of my world. HOWever, and i cannot stress this point enough, playing pool with strangers is not my cup of tea. first off: do i like strangers? no! i loathe strangers! am i socially outgoing? no! i am a reclusive clam! and then to top it off i lost to him! i do not like losing, sam i am. admittedly at no point did i actually have to pay to play pool. and i did at least beat a certain fancy pants. though possibly that is more due to the fact the i "sank" one of my balls by hand and circumvented losing the 8 ball in the middle of the game by a judicious use of the palm in the pocket technique. shit, i am totally a cheater. why do you people even acknowledge me? more the fool you.
thinking back (ah memory lane) i cannot even recollect when i first started cheating. perhaps it was in high school when i would stack the deuces deck for whichever boy i happened to be feeling beneficial towards at the time. generally this seemed to be adam. damn him and his ability to toy with my affections. but occasionally it would be jimmy if he was making me laugh. or jason if i was copying his physics homework on the sly. or long-hai if he was promising to give me free airheads or cool artwork. (i am going to find aforementioned art and post it. because eventually that boy is going to be famous and i want to feel securely attached to the illustrious coat tails.) but maybe it was when i was like 5 and my grandmother (father's) taught me to play rummy, or when i was 6 and my dad taught me to play cribbage, or when i was 7 and the family (mom's) taught me to play pinochole. hmmm....but morally upright child that i am, i cannot for the life of me remember EVER cheating when playing against my family, (brother does not count). i save it all for you, dear friends. dear, dear easily flummoxed friends.
Posted by michele at 01:07 PM | Comments (11)
October 20, 2002
Shie Ji Li
although most of you saw this when you made me stand up on a bench in the middle of a crowded restaurant, here is my tattooed leg. yes, i got a tattoo. yes, it hurt like hell. yes, i fucking love it. yes, i will probably get another one. who's got the tattoo fever? i do. once you break the skin the first time, the fear of what it's going to be like is pretty much over. and if you've already got some defacement of the body action going on, what's really standing in the way of "ruining" it a bit more? when really the ruining could also be considered as 'enhancement.' grins. no but really, i honestly don't think it's a bit deal. but then i am fairly adaptable to things. sure people can talk all they want about how in 5 years or 10 years or when i'm old i'm going to hate it and question my sanity and wish i'd never done it. but who the fuck cares. i wanted to do it RIGHT NOW. and that's all that really matters. i'm not going to look back to this time in my life and be regretful about the things i've done, especially not when it was something as important to me as this is.
i got jason fong to translate it for me. it's pronounced Shie Ji Li and stands for, 'appreciation,' 'chivalous/rightous,' and 'strength/energy.' i don't think any of you really saw my father near the end of his life, but i did. and i can say that he tried really hard to be strong for us and showed my mom and brother, who were primarily taking care of him, how grateful he was and how much he loved them. he didn't like feeling helpless and he didn't want a lot of fuss, but he made it all the way thru our last christmas day together before passing away quietly in the night.
Shie Ji Li is the chinese name that he was given in Hong Kong, which was one of the foriegn lands he went to work in after first being diagnosed with prostrate cancer. Even though perhaps his going away was a cowardly tactic at dealing with the problem, it was his way of coping and he certainly never forgot us. And while he was working overseas he definately left a legacy of works to be proud of: the new international airport in Manilla, the railway connecting mainland China to Hong Kong in preperation for the Turnover, and the re-designed highways around London. So, my tattoo and Adam's tattoo are in memory of our father. Shie Ji Li.
Posted by michele at 03:37 PM | Comments (2)
October 17, 2002
O.G. Pig is in the HoooooUUse!
(the proo' house)
Happy Birthday O.G. Pig!
Posted by michele at 10:55 PM | Comments (11)
October 15, 2002
tattoos-ville
hee hee i scanned my brother's arm. so this is what the tattoo looks like.
Posted by michele at 09:15 PM | Comments (24)
October 14, 2002
oh to be a five year old again.
this was basically me inside of the exploratorium on saturday. going "wheeeeeeeeee......eeeeeeeee..........EEEEEEEE......(and just when you think i am done)....EEEEEEE!!!!!"
seriously though i got into that place and i turned into a five year old on meth. it was that bad. i ran from exhibit to various mechanical doodad with levers. and i pulled those levers! without reading the instructions or the science-y knowledge which might have helped me later in life to know about magnetism, or electricity, or why a straight bar can fit through a curved hole (sex, anyone? although admittedly on a slightly different....no a totally different object usage. forget i said anything.) I just yanked things and then ran on. it was exhausting. and then came the whole bubble making area with the metal circles with handles and the soapy, enticing water. and the stupid children who wouldn't go away and let ME play with the bubbles. mine, all mine! bubbles!
Wheeeeee.........eeeeeee..........eeeeee........EEEEEEE!!!!!!
Kristen biking like there's no tomorrow. With a face.
Kristen and I face off. Like there's no tomorrow. And she makes the same face.
Erica and I in the distorted room.
Chop stick WAR! hi-ya! kung fu!
Erica and Marc at sushi dinner.
Ellie opening all her oopsy daisy gear.
And finally I present you with jc, JESUS.
Posted by michele at 10:16 PM | Comments (7)
eee eee eee difficulty breathing. hwee.
it's amazing how much i can ignore the fact of what a dork i am. but i lose it over him. totally. serious solid. i do at least blame this one on nuala. ho.
Posted by michele at 03:03 PM | Comments (34)
soup that is not quite for the soul. but apparently is for the animal instink in all of us.
Posted by michele at 01:59 PM | Comments (5)
8 femmes
On Sunday I took my mom to see the french movie 8 Women at the Dome (not in the Dome, mind you, because of course my fucking big cock fat ass greek stoopid wedding is back in the dome.) Imagine my surprise when the movie turned out to have musical numbers. color me shockfaced. it was a fjords revelation, i'm telling you.
the movie was good. intrigue, 8 female characters and pretty much nothing else, lots of lesbians on the sly, fake settings, fucking song and dance numbers, (i mean come on it doesn't get much better than emmanualle beart singing about how she lives her life up or down taking chances and seductive swinging and ludivine with virginie and catherine deneuve singing backup on how her father doesn't know everything. poppy number...pop pop poppy pa pa pa. pa pa pa. mon pere, mon dieu!)
It's in french with subtitles, of course. and the pacing is kind of slow. but some of the shots are fantastic, the plot is convulted and only a little hole-y. the twist is good though a little expected. one of the revelations is wholly unecessary and completely undealt with. but whatever. actually more than one of them. hmm.... still an intertesting movie based mainly on the casting and playing of all female leads and the setting in basically one room of one house and the inability to leave (due to snow. but also to feminine trapped syndrome.)
my advice: video is nice. make sure you watch it in widescreen though. spending $8 though is probably not necessary.
Posted by michele at 01:01 PM | Comments (3)
October 10, 2002
happy birthday jacob!
happy birthday jacob! you get crap art! man i like this crap little children's artwork. now we shall see if i get in serious dipshit trouble for stealing a picture from his webpage without asking for it first. i probably will. something will piss him off and then it'll be all over. i'm screwed.
p.s. jacob-what kind of present might you be most interested in receiving?
Posted by michele at 01:51 PM | Comments (18)
October 09, 2002
i get to be the "cheif of pleasure"! what do you get to be?
Today, John wrote this to me:
When I become emporer I'm going to have two large harems, one full of beatifull women and one full of raging hot studs. However, Katherine made it clear that I don't get to visit the harem. So, I'm forced to leave them open to my loyal and single aids during my reign (I'll watch of course, because I'm sure I'll be a completely debase and perverted emporer). Anyway, I realized last night that you didn't have an aid position yet, so you'll be my "Cheif of Pleasure". Your job will be to recruit and maintain both harems. You'll also be required to "test" them as needed to ensure that they are of the highest calibur. The tests remain up to you...
-John
fucking sweet ass, doods.
Posted by michele at 10:31 AM | Comments (4)
October 08, 2002
tarepanda wishes you a happy birthday too.
Posted by michele at 01:37 PM | Comments (10)
spam?
this is the forward i received today. you decide whether it is spam or not.
Hello, my name is ______ and I suffer from the guilt of not forwarding 50
billion fucking chain letters sent to me by people who actually believe that
if you send them on, a poor 6-year-old girl in Arkansas with a breast on her
forehead will be able to raise enough money to have it removed before her
redneck parents sell her to a traveling freak show.
Do you honestly believe that Bill Gates is going to give you, and everyone
to whom you send "his" email, $1000?
How stupid are you?
"Ooooh, looky here! If I scroll down this page and make a wish, I'll get
laid by a model I just happen to run into the next day!"
Bullshit!
Maybe the evil chain letter leprechauns will come into my house and sodomize
me in my sleep for not continuing a chain letter that was started by Peter
in 5 AD and brought to this country by midget pilgrims on the Mayflower.
Fuck 'em.
If you're going to forward something, at least send me something mildly
amusing. I've seen all the "send this to 10 of your closest friends, and
this poor, wretched excuse for a human being will somehow receive a nickel
from some omniscient being. Show a little intelligence and think about what
you're actually contributing to by sending out these forwards. Chances are,
it's our own unpopularity.
The point being? If you get some chain letter that's threatening to leave
you shagless or luckless for the rest of your life, delete it.
If it's funny, send it on.
Don't piss people off by making them feel guilty about a leper in Botswana
with no teeth who has been tied to the ass of a dead elephant for 27 years
and whose only salvation is the 5 cents per letter he'll receive if you
forward this email. Now forward this to everyone you know.
Otherwise, tomorrow morning your underwear will turn carnivorous and will
consume your genitals.
Have a nice day!
Posted by michele at 01:29 PM | Comments (3)
Spirited Away
Spirited Away is an incredible masterpiece of a movie. The art, direction, cinematography, and animation quality were intensely good. Even the dubbing was fantastic, and I very seldom like dubbing.
It begins in a car. And we all know what happens then. Well ok. most of us know what happens then.
"excuse me....i think maybe you've forgotten me back here. could i have some water? it's very cramped. I can't see or feel my toes. Have you seen them? maybe could we move some of these boxes? i think i'm allergic to flowers. is anybody up there? excuse me?....."
Chihiro is a very whiny child. Just like the one in the actual car on the actual I-5 so long ago. And she's bratty. But over the course of the movie she starts to grow up and take responsibility for herself and to save her parents. Even there are some semi-frightening scenes in this movie, it is still one whose target audience is actually children. Miyazaki said in an interview about SA that he wanted children to learn through watching one little girl who is left alone in a scary place and how she counters her own fear and makes new friends. And even finds love with a gorgeous fun water dragon. (laughs. Ah Michele and her incessant and improbable love of anime boys.)
There are so many really good parts to this movie and I don't really want to give away any more than I have because I think everybody should see this movie.
THIS MEANS YOU, UNCLE SAM.
It's even better than Princess Mononoke. It's like a cross between the scary/mystical of PM and the cutesy of My Neighbor Totoro. But most of all it's just a wonderful, wonderful movie. And it's currently playing in the Dome. So go, go, GO!
French Site
US Site
IMDB Site
Amazon box set for sale
Posted by michele at 11:41 AM | Comments (4)
hayao miyazaki
And how happy does this make me? Pretty fucking happy. One could even say, happy as those chicks there.
One could. I won't.
You can go here to see why i am so happy to have bought things by miyazaki.
Posted by michele at 10:23 AM | Comments (3)
October 03, 2002
drug deal going down at the corner of center and contra costa in front of the 7-11
this morning as i was driving to work, i decided to take a short cut thru the 7-11/los panchos parking lot in order to avoid the light at the corner. tearing my way thru it i get to the exit and notice some boys rounding the corner in front of me to enter the pothole polka dotted landscape. one of them peers uncertainly into my front window and i notice he's wearing a wildebeats sweatshirt.
"hmmm," i say to myself, "could it be?"
it is! happily content with this early morning encounter i roll down my passenger side window and call outside,
"you want your money?"
"sure," he replies.
so i reach into my wallet, pull out $200 cash, and hand it to him. some freakishly skinny fellow big b worker is with him and he loiters around outside while we converse briefly and jokingly about compounded interest on this deal.
on saturday my brother is getting a tattoo on his forearm of our dad's name in mandarin chinese lettering. and i, for some misbegotten reasoning, volunteered to lend him the money to do it so he doesn't have to ask our mom. i am really excited about this tattoo and am thinking maybe of getting one myself. honestly i think it's a wonderful idea because being in hong kong meant so much to my dad and if ever a tattoo was going to be meaningful to me/my family personally this would probably be it. i'm so proud of my bro for thinking of it and possibly this is why i've lent him the money--because it makes me happy that he's doing something memorializing like this.
Posted by michele at 01:51 PM | Comments (6)
toe-tapping
strangers commented on my sugar shoes entry. how bizarre. i did email the gianna one to ask abou the shoes. maybe there are cute, cute shoes in my future after all.
Posted by michele at 01:38 PM | Comments (2)
October 02, 2002
possibly the last hawaii pictures.
that title is a lie. i just remembered the ones kim gave to me which have the brilliant pictures of me being viciously attacked by schools of fish. that's some shit you've got to see. except for how all of my readers, (well almost all), have seen them already. it was better when i was putting absurd amounts of pictures on here and no one had seen all my film rolls yet at a group gathering. now though it's sort of a moot photo gallery. so it's stupid, and i'm stupid, for continuing to put them up here. then again, according to my wierd site statistics lots of foriegners are reading this (and not commenting. slackers.) so maybe i DO need to put them up.
Posted by michele at 10:45 PM | Comments (14)
mooser poosers!
ohhhh look at that face! that's such a cute face!
Posted by michele at 10:39 PM | Comments (0)
you can't ride two horses with one ass, sugarplum.
grrr says the coon. grrrrrrowwwwwl. and then he tries to attack me from behind! bastard! of course quickly he changes him mind in the whole enemy/friend categorical index when i hold out my hand full of tasty, tasty cat food. who's the biotch now, mr coon?
speaking of things that go grrr though. i have actually managed to chemically burn my scalp. my hairdresser was so mad at me. i guess that's what happens when you dye it one weekend, dye it again the next weekend, and then dye it three times in one weekend 2 weekends after the last dye job. overusage of the hair aisle, i'm telling you: learn from my mistakes. it's fucking itchy! and it makes me go grrrrrr coon grrrrr!
Posted by michele at 10:36 PM | Comments (6)
hella silly, a whole lot drunk
the other day i had to call my brother for some illegal activity advice. and he was fucking drunk as a skunk and could not emphasize enough the importance of a *******. so he's going on and on about the criminal element and cops and ******** and i am laughing my ass off at him while sitting in the movie theatre waiting for sweet home alabama to start. eventually i asked him outright if he was drunk and there was a brief pause in his tirade against nosy neighbors before he admitted to it and went off again on *******. this post would make a lot more sense if i could tell you what the hell i need criminal info for. unfortunately for all of you this is a top secret undercover op of which the secrets cannot be divulged until the mission is accomplished. live in longing, people. roll in it like dirty piggies.
Posted by michele at 11:22 AM | Comments (2)
flesh solid. thru and thru. get it hard. service the girl.
last night erica came over to watch buffy and gilmore girls with me. and i was so happy. out of all the things i've lost what with almost all of my friends and former housemates moving away, the thing i miss most is watching our tv shows / fave rave movies (note) with erica. so basically if there had been some confusion about the location of a car last night i would have been wiggling on the floor with glee out of delight. but it was still pretty damn delightful.
Posted by michele at 11:07 AM | Comments (0)
ellie's birthday.
make your own sushi party. everything will be prepared, you just kind of grab and glob together and then scarf. it is primarily vegetarian because i am not quite confident enough in using raw meat. but it is tons of fun and really tasty and there is a pool table in the garage.
where: my house (email me for directions)
when: monday oct 7, 6:15pm-10ish
what: ellie's bday (admittedly her actual bday was on sept 29th but whatever.)
Posted by michele at 10:55 AM | Comments (0)