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November 30, 2002
gimme gimme gimme
oh holy crap. not that any of you will really care about this, but i bet people searching for sugar shoes will care. all those girls that find that long ago post and then KEEP ASKING FOR LINKS ON WHERE TO FIND THE SHOES EVEN THOUGH IT SAYS RIGHT THERE. fucking stupid girls. don't deserve the sugar shoes. but i think everybody, and particularly me whose birthday is not so far off (shut up), deserves every single item of sugar makeup, lotion, bath bubbles, fun fun cute cute! whee!
seriously, this sephora magazine thing just came to me in the mail. in the mail. and i'm flipping thru it going, hmm de hmm whatevs yo, and i turn the page and there! there right in front of my face is some of the fucking cutest make-up ever. fuck i wonder if they test on animals. goddammit. if i can't buy this makeup i am going to be so fucking pissed. mainly at them for not being ethically aware, but still...
you know what's funny is that some people make posts about the world, politics, reality. and i, i make posts about make-up and how much consumerrily i want some. yes i know that's not a word. but isn't it a good one?
mono no aware.
Posted by michele at 10:37 PM | Comments (8)
mmm paint
i went to the big b to see the big daddy to buy some paint so this guest bedroom could become more than just a theoretical thing. i got paid effusive compliments again about how nice i smell newly showered. i chewed him out for not coming to christmas with me so that now jeff is coming instead and made him promise to come next year. i got funny looks from the real men at the hardware store. i'm betting big daddy got some jovial ribbing about the girl he spent over 30 minutes with in the corner "making paint." and i think, i *think*, i indirectly got asked out. and not that i could go on a date with the big d, even if i particularly wanted to because my bro would fucking blow a fuse a mile high and i would not want to be around when that happened, but still...maybe i should have indirectly accepted. maybe.
Posted by michele at 01:58 PM | Comments (3)
November 27, 2002
enough pictures
wellllllp. on tuesday, (that would be yesterday though it seems like DAYS ago. fuck i'm tired.), i went to the city because brian was going to be there. just so we're not confused what with all the brians we seem to know lately, this one happens to actually be named brian hangar. i haven't seen him since....um...last summer? and i admittedly haven't talked to him since then except for last week when he randomly emailed me and was like, 'hey i'm going to be in town.' and i was like what shit really eh you haven't talked to me in months, what the fuck is up? i cannot believe i am writing about this here since i told him i would let him know again what my webpage address is (he hasn't visited since the advent of ninja porn). but suffice it to say that i did some things the last time he was here that i was none too proud of. and i wasn't sure if things would be wierd/awkward with him being here again. but you know what? things were just peachy. and i had a truckload of fun even with the pounding music and the expensive taste buds. hanging out with people from ups/any one who was affiliated with ups is always....good. it's nice to feel sort of reinserted in the times that we all used to share. and the conversations are always so hilarious because we all share this bizarre sense of humor that can feed off each other. laughing, joking, telling stories it's what this group is all about and so it's great sometimes to feel completely free to do exactly that while not having something else on the agenda.
in the course of the evening, brian dropped a bombshell on us (i probably shouldn't be writing about this either...but...uh...whatever i guess. if anyone is upset by it though i'm sorry, but it's still my webpage and so i'm just going to be writing about what i'm feeling with little regard to others. problem? get your own damn page.)
brian is going to be the best man. at doug's wedding. on JULY 5TH.
an actual date. to an actual wedding. to which none of us have been invited yet. which is totally not odd, since july is pretty far off and invitations for weddings don't get sent out till closer to the wedding. but i'm wondering if we will even be invited. like i'm sure jacob will be. and maybe jason. but me? will i get invited? i didn't get invited to my friend scott's wedding even though i know a couple of other people from high school did. and i didn't even shack up with him for 2 years like i did with doug. i'm just...i'm wondering if ex-girlfriend status exempts one from the first wedding of the ups crew. and i'm not trying to be all whiny bitchy or something in super advance mode which maybe some of you are thinking. i am just sighing and missing a time long gone and questioning whether i even deserve to share in the happiness of someone who i didn't love enough to stay with forever.
i'm sorry i'm taking away comments on this one. but i don't really want to discuss this. but it's just no comments this once so don't get up in arms.
Posted by michele at 05:15 PM
my trip in europe with kristen (and also nuala, but since this is a post only about kristen, we'll just overlook that for the moment.)
why kristen, what very nice red, straight hair you have. and such pretty feet. what's that you ask? 'what time is it?' time for you to get your own fucking watch! oh well that's not very nice. missy.
this is all i have to say to you. and don't you forget it.
i love ya, cutie!
Posted by michele at 04:47 PM | Comments (5)
itty bitty yellow polka dot...
now you can all stay the fuck away from my mother, but holy sweet fuzzy jesus, look at that picture. why can't i look like that? goddamm.
even at a young age i was drawn towards....THE COMPUTER OF THE FUTURE!
Posted by michele at 04:33 PM | Comments (4)
seriously you shouldn't ask for these things.
pictures from my father's funeral. (if i am in the picture i am working on my tan. if there is a small blond child in the picture his name is vaden.)
some things never change, ie me and chocolate never develop a disliking for one another.
ha! dood i should find the picture now of me burning barbies in an oil slick puddle...
my brother taught me all kinds of things...
about frogs... about coming in second place... about sitting pretty for the camera, (why the fuck does it look like he's wearing make-up?)
fashion choices: the early years:
one of the ill-fitting perms. but would you look at that outfit? holy shit. i love it i love it.
this was my absolute favorite fucking dress.
original house pictures. these are far more cool if you've been to my house and know what it looks like now. try to ignore the bandage over my brother's eye. he had surgery. he was a fucking pirate for like a year.
exterior of the house.
family room
kitchen.
series of wet images. what were my parents thinking? that if they just kept my brother and i wet thru our entire childhoods we would stay out of bigger troubles? it kind of explains my whole predilection for water though i guess.
#1
#2
#3
#4
last picture. =P
my mom.
Posted by michele at 10:02 AM | Comments (14)
November 26, 2002
the cousins of mine
i'm still working on finding that picture of kristen's. but i did umm find a whole hell of a lot more little kid pictures of me and stuff...and i was wondering though, do you guys actually LOOK at all the pictures i put up? do you even CARE? because not only do i feel bad using up so much of gene's webspace, but i also just am not sure if it's really interesting looking at pictures of a mini-michele. maybe i go overboard with the scanning and the pop-up images. so what do you think? should i post more pictures? you let me know. potentially if you're mean enough or vehement enough in your opposition i will even agree to your suggestions.
Posted by michele at 11:35 PM | Comments (8)
Lucky Surprise-o winner is...!
ahhh! i was going to have this huge ta-da ceremony thing when my comments reached 1000, but now i have spaced out and am at 1013 and have no idea who the lucky licky thousandth commenter was. and you could have gotten a surprise too....
i just ate 5 scoops (only paid for 4) of mondo gelato. can you claim the same?
oooommmmnnngguuuuhh... why did i eat all those tasty scoops of creamy goodness? why?
Posted by michele at 02:21 PM | Comments (7)
November 24, 2002
puppetttttssssss....
last night when i was driving home and listening to my brother's wacky stereo satellite system thing, this song came on between two completely ordinary alt rock songs which went a little something like this:
push the flowers up and make them grow! push the flowers up and make them grow! push the flowers up and make them grow! push the flowers up and make them grow! push the flowers up and make them grow! push the flowers up and make them grow! push the flowers up and make them grow!
it went on like this for a good three minutes. i was throughly creeped out. especially when the insane voice started lengthing all the vowels. so it would be:
puuu-ush the flooww-ers up and maaay-aake them groo-oowww!"
holy sweet fucking jesus. of course actually changing the station seemed like a bad idea because i felt that if i reached towards the dial the satanic little troll would snatch me. and i seriously was not looking for a snatching. i really wish i had the ability to do wav files right now, because you need to hear what this sounded like i think to truly understand how seriously whack it was. someday maybe i'll put on an impromptu concert of it for you.
then i noticed that the window to the back bed of the truck was open. cause i had opened it earlier in order to throw things back there to make more room in the "backseat" (it's soooo not a seat). and the open-ness of it reminded me that the back hatch doesn't lock anymore so at any point when i wasn't in the car, ie at the bar or at denny's, someone could have crawled in the back and been hiding there without my knowledge. so after the fucking scary ass puppet song/voice i kept looking back there expecting to see a long haired freak with a grimace and a knife. it was difficult keeping my eyes on the forward drive and not in the rearview mirror.
but i made it home safely. grin. as you can tell. and then got laughing shit from my mother this morning about how late i got home. which was admittedly funny since usually i am totally home and in bed by midnight at the very latest. so four in the morning was a bit of a shocker all around. mmmmm i had so much fun this weekend though! and now a two day week stretches ahead of me in its simple minuteness and i am made so happy just by the thought of it.
Posted by michele at 09:54 PM | Comments (12)
from my great aunt dorothy
"the government announced today that it is changing its emblem to a condom because it more clearly reflects the government's political stance. a condom stands up to inflation, halts production, destroys the next generation, protects a punch of pricks, and gives you a sense of security while you're actually being screwed. damn, it just doesn't get more accurate than that!"
if you actually knew my aunt dorothy this would be a whole hell of a lot funnier. she's this little tiny old woman who lives in new mexico and wears bulky turquoise jewlery, hair in a bun, and is about 5 feet tall. she's also a fantastic photographer and has incredibly intelligent and wierd children. but that's besides the point. the point is that she forwarded an email about condoms and the gov't to my mother. fiesty.
Posted by michele at 09:41 PM | Comments (0)
aunt mary day
today is being unofficially declared as my aunt mary's day, because SHE out of everybody that has taken that horrible quiz of mine got an 80%! and seriously she should have gotten a 100, because the two she missed were the food one and the watching movies one, which was funny as whenever i would go to her house while i was still at school all we would do all weekend was go to the movie theatre and at least one meal would be chinese. she claimed spaciness as the cause of her brief forgetting, i love my aunt mary.
(aunt mary, me with curls that were courtesy of aunt mary, and my mom at the beachhouse [it even had a spa] in newport, oregon.)
Posted by michele at 09:35 PM | Comments (7)
haroun
we went and saw haroun and the sea of stories for jason's birthday on saturday. as a surprise, i think it worked well. i mean...he was surprised. i think. =) i'm still sticking with my avant-garde classification (avant-garde--adj : radically new or original; "an avant-garde theater piece") hmmm it wasn't radically new so much though i guess. but it certainly was unusual. what with the stage, the narrator, the video screen, the horrible translation from book to play, and (of course) the clubfoot. which is not to say i didn't like it. it was pretty fucking fantastic really for something so bizarre. thank god i managed to get the $16 tickets though because i seriously wouldn't have been as pleased if i paid $43. (me=cheapskate. what can you do rhetoric?)
Posted by michele at 09:16 PM | Comments (0)
pah-lease
as long as some of you know what i'm trying to say here, that's enough for me.
Posted by michele at 09:06 PM | Comments (2)
November 22, 2002
slippery noodles
i just went out to lunch with tracy, kristen, and brian to long life noodle house. and i've got to say we all need to go out to lunch more often. i don't mean just the four of us today but everyone i know in general. going out to lunch is so much more fun than sitting in the office for 8-9 hours straight. and besides when you go out to lunch you get to add "in bed" to all your fortune cookies, and how could that possilbly be surpassed by processing travel reimbursements for people you've never met nor considered caring for? food=good. and if i can't be in bed i'd rather be eating. or demanding icy cold water.
wo xiang-yao yi-bei bing-shun, people. choppy choppy.
Posted by michele at 01:28 PM | Comments (6)
bitch level
this test found at the zannah page linked off carthage. actually pretty funny. but what else would you expect from thespark.
Posted by michele at 09:59 AM | Comments (9)
November 21, 2002
signs
the other day when i was at this place getting something for a certain surprise for a boy named mr. s who we all know i saw this big um truck machine thing on the street that was making lots of construction type noises and being dirty, polluting the air. as it drove off though, i finally noticed the lettering on the side. "ditch witch."
yesterday i took bart to and from work so that i could leave a little early and meet ellie to see frida again in the dome, there was a sign hung at the station:
WHACK! POW! WHOOSH! KABLAM! But in a tender, loving way."
uh-huh. baby, if you'll just come back to me, i'll promise to never hit you again.
it was for a pair of diamond earrings. wtf?
Posted by michele at 09:53 AM | Comments (6)
November 20, 2002
pre-judged, dismissed, un-trusted
yesterday at work we were having this worker meeting to organize the schedule and update our boss on what was going on in the office because she's away at meetings a lot. the talking of the three of us was over and my boss was like:
"ok well that's it then i guess. michele can you stay here for a minute?"
"sure."
brief pause while katie leaves.
"michele, it's gotten to the point where i have to say something because i find myself beginning to not trust you and i don't want that. so i'm going to be upfront and speak my mind and lay it on the table."
now at this point i'm like, aw shit. but i say, "ok."
so she goes into this accusation that i haven't been satisfying the dean with how i process this entertainment reimbursement and that i should have done it right the first time and it's been 2 months and that is not acceptable. blah blah blah, right? and i'm sitting there getting more and more pissed. because 1)they never explained how SPECIFICALLY they wanted it done. and everytime the dean sent it back to me with these little scrawled notes which made no sense, but which i followed anyway and sent it back again. is it therefore MY fault that it takes her 2-3 weeks to send it back with more instructions? i mean maybe it's partially my fault for not knowing by osmosis how to do it right the first time. but maybe if they'd explained it better or sent me to a class to learn how to do it better. but no, it's always just throw things at michele and let her figure it out for herself. so i listen to this politely and basically agree sure it's all my fault and that i should have known.
THEN. she says, "i've noticed that whenever i come around the corner you're juggling between multiple screens on the desktop, and that makes me feel like i can't trust you. i need you to be here doing your work. and if you need more work, you need to ask for it, or if you have nothing to do you need to tell us. what is it that you're doing there when i come around the corner?"
i am stunned. i don't take a lunch, i don't take 15 minute breaks in the morning and afternoon. i do all of my work. i do everything they give me right away. i'm fast and efficient. i'm here from 8-4:45. and yeah i do a lot of other stuff on the internet too but not when i have actual work that really needs to be done.
so i tell her, "sometimes i have my personal email account open. but not all the time. and i'm not letting it interfere with my work."
"well it just seems to have escalated recently that everytime i come around the corner you're opening and closing windows and whoosh they're there and gone and you know how badly we got burned with the last person who sat in your chair...so i don't want to feel like i can't trust you."
let me explain. the last person who sat in my chair was fired for bad work ethics. she used to bury invoices. she processed all the payments wrong. never processed payments for my boss. was mean on the phone to everyone who called. screwed up payments on purpose. ruined relationships with several hotels. never ever ever could i be as bad as her. but will i ever manage to convince my boss that i'm not going to turn into her? hell no. will i ever be trusted? nope. are they now going to keep an eye on my computer all the time to see what i'm doing? probably. does katie have this problem? nope, because she is practically the daughter my boss never had, they've known each other for like 15 years.
and i am getting so fucking sick of this shit. if they're not even going to give me a chance to do the work i can do and be all the time distrusting my efforts, what's the fucking point? besides the fact that over 50% of the work i am currently doing for them was NOT in my job description, and i should be given a huge raise for the extra responsibilities they've pushed off onto me so katie can concentrate on this ONE project. but i don't think i'll be getting a raise. and at the rate this is going i am seriously beginning to doubt that i will even still be working here by summer when my 6 month probationary period is over. i think that fact that i don't NEED this job has not occurred to them. and maybe if they keep picking on me at the rate of once a week or more i will just quit and fulfill all their expectations of me as someone not to be trusted. cause fuck if i care enough to stay and be subjected to rudeness. obviously i really am just not suited to entry level, underappreciated, administrative work. i REALLY need to find a job that i can enjoy one of these days. or at least a job where they'll leave me the fuck alone as long as i'm doing thier work for them.
whine whine bitch bitch. enough of this.
Posted by michele at 03:43 PM | Comments (2)
the emptiness of pants
now that pants has left the country for 2 weeks or whatever it is, i think it is our chance to take over his webpage and defile it. what do you say? all this requires is a constant little message from everybody once a day on the last post. completely unrelated to the post and to each other preferebly. hop to it, monkey children. hop hop hop.
the object of our defecation. (cute poo. cute.)
Posted by michele at 03:36 PM | Comments (6)
November 19, 2002
my big fat greek wedding 2
not 2 as in they're making another movie, but 2 as in THEY'RE MAKING A TV SPINOFF.
"In the works for Rita Wilson: Exec producing a half-hour series based on "Wedding" to debut midseason on CBS."
it's even going to star nia vardalos from the movie. this is fucked up. will this damn movie never just go away and leave me in peace?
yeah i don't know why i take it so personally either. i think i'm just irritated by how they keep taking movies i want to see out of the dome the day before i'm going to go see them in order to put big fat fuck movie back in. maybe i should spray some windex on my heart to soothe it's achey breakey.
Posted by michele at 08:30 AM | Comments (0)
November 18, 2002
varekai
on sunday i went and saw cirque du soleil's varekai show.
FUCKING AMAZING.
seriously. it was incredible. the costumes of all the wierd little residents of this cane pole underworld were so bright and flashy and full of wierd little tendrils that stuck out all over the place. and the aerial acts were amazing. these russian men that flung themselves all thru the air in bright red costumes with fantastic headdresses. i took a picture with my action camera thing so we shall see if that comes out at all. and i got the program so when i get home i'll scan a picture or two to put up. too bad i was too lazy and busy curling my hair to do it yesterday. =P
i bought a magnet and the soundtrack too. i couldn't stop myself. 1) the music was awesome. and 2) i love magnets.
it was just so gorgeous and made me so jealous of people who can DO that sort of thing. i mean fucking ay that girl was flexible and those men with all the muscles and the flinging thru the air and the stylized grippy things they did while suspended. and the costumes were just so very cool. and most of them looked kind of like they were sewn into them, they were that crazy in appearence and with such a high tightness factor. so now i want to join the circus. not admittedly to be in it. cause, hell no i can't do that stuff. but wouldn't it be so neat to work for them and get to see more shows and have a job that was INTERESTING? maybe the dream is better than the reality. grass is greener and all that, and really is the grass in canada THAT much greener? i just don't know. i've never been to canada.
well if any of you want to see something incredible i recommend going. it's totally worth every penny. although the cheapest seats are $45.00. but all of the vantage points are good in my opinion, none of the seats were bad. and it's in this huge blue and yellow tent in the parking lot at the PacBell stadium. so it's fun and really like a circus and everything. here's the ticket info. parking right next to it in the same parking lot is $15.00 for the event, which was certainly the easiest though maybe most expensive option. but you can take BART or park in one of the other lots a little further away and walk in. I don't know why i bother, i totally know none of you are going to go anyway. sigh. whatevs yo. =)
p.s. though alegria, is coming to san francisco eventually someday so maybe when i know more i will adverize again and see if anyone wants to go to it. i am totally going again. and again. and next time we go to vegas, hell yeah i am plunking down that 100 bucks and seeing "O".
Posted by michele at 11:10 AM | Comments (11)
harry potter and the chamber of secrets
they found the funny! they found the funny! oh man this movie was so good. and i was so happy that it made me laugh this time.
let's be honest here the first harry potter movie kind of sucked ass. they were trying so hard to do everything that was in the book that they kind of forgot to have any fun with it. or experiment with slightly different angles on it or anything. and so it was boring and long and even vaguely poorly filmed what with the whole inability to change light effects gradually thus giving people migraines in the theatre. but this one, oh man. i laughed so much more. considering i laughed maybe once the first time and although maybe i was laughing a lot in this one at inappropriate times. such as when lucias malfoy tells Harry that he'll meet a "sticky end." and my mind flashed to this report i heard on the radio last week about a truck that overturned that was carrying glue and how the clean-up crew was attempting to remove the glue from the highway and i was like, "sticky! harry potter! glue! sticky! hwee hwee eee heee!" you see what i'm saying? totally inappropriate and possibly unrelated. but whatever it was still so much better.
even though their voices are kind of changing and they do look a little old to be 12 year olds, (i mean, look how young they were in the first one! crap!. and possibly they're shifting the ron-Hermoine (and just look at her! she's so cute!) hook up to a harry-hermoine hook up. that's just my opinion, mind. (well and also erica's) but you know how in the books the implication between ron and hermoine's interactions is that they really like each other too much whereas her and harry can be a bit more open because they're just friends? well in the movie at the end when she goes to hug harry and ron. her hug with a harry is a trifle TOO much. it goes on just a little too long and the joy in their faces while they get to hug is a little bit more than just friends. besides that at the beginning when she finds him in diagon alley and you expect them to hug but she doesn't? it seemed like the hesitent tension was there between them. i don't know. it was odd. and you've got to kind of wonder since we know j.k. rowling has written the last chapter of the seventh book and thus the ending for each character is clear, you've got to wonder, right, whether they know already in the filming process what's going to happen since she is giving advice on set for certain things too. i mean...she already told hagrid what happens to him.
my brain totally works overtime at the movies doesn't it? ah well.
some parts of course were just gross. but they all did a really good job i thought. although watching harris sometimes was kind of sad, and near the end i was pretty sure that some of the angles they were doing and way they were filming his final scene with harry were due to the fact that they had to hide that it was some stand in actor and not really richard harris anymore.
on the whole though my opinion: harry potter 2 is super 8 great and i want to see it again already!
p.s. i forgot to mention that kennth branagh as gilderoy lockheart was really a huge hammy goodness too.
Posted by michele at 09:43 AM | Comments (31)
8 mile
this entire movie i was sitting there panicking over eminem. like i was honestly WORRIED about him. it was amazing. i mean...let's be honest here i'm not the hugest fan. i don't own any cd's. i don't listen to rap anyway. but that boy can act. holy shit. and the amazing thing about it was that at times you wondered if it was acting or if it was him. what with all the real-life type connections they were trying to draw. it was wierd. what got to me was how....hurt he always looked. and hopeful and afraid of rejection, terribly afraid. and i was so scared that he would be rejected and i was so nervous when he had to do the battle things that he would lose or choke up again. i was curious if his fear in the movie was fear of the what his character was going through or what he in real-life would go thru when this movie came out. does he live in a state of trepidition more than one would reasonably assume if all one knew was his lyrics? or do his lyrics reflect this too? i wouldn't know not really having made a study of them.
my point, i guess, is that 8 mile was really good. HE was really really good. and even if you don't like him, maybe you should see it because it's hard at least not to feel something for him while watching this.
and britney murphy's really good too and kim basinger. and the little girl that played his sister (?).
Posted by michele at 09:12 AM | Comments (12)
November 15, 2002
random wanderings
today in my internet rambles i visited a page where a little script thing followed around my pointer cursor saying, "i'm your stalker now." considering that this was occuring on a page by a mad phrophet with a schizophrenic personality, one of which was depressed geek and one of which was inane WEREWOLF, this was actually a little more frightening than funny.
i then went to a page by this couple that met on the internet and are now getting married. she's 23 and he's 26, from america and britian respectively. hmm i said to myself, i want to find a husband in the UK over the internet.... but i do not want to be her because holy shit. i don't think that page could have been any more cutesy. it was revolting. she sold these little doll graphics. well...sold as in you could steal them for free. and they're free anyway cause you can get them anywhere. fucking dumb. however, don't you think tracy could pass for this one, or vice versa?:
i even had a brief fling with a tagboard on my page before i realized i had to pay 20/year to have it refresh itself automatically and decided it really wasn't worth it. even though i'd already customized all the color shit. sad waste of time.
i soooo can't keep my mouth shut. i have tons of shit to say. even if not all of it is very interesting or amusing. or spelled good.
place where i found above pages: http://www.losers.org/
p.s. tracy has a 15 year old alter ego at redhot. (take away one of the t's at her url. i refuse to link these people, what if they find me and are mad?) whoa i just got sucked into his page. and his 15 year old girlfriend's page (arielle) good lord. 15 year olds. man.
Posted by michele at 02:36 PM | Comments (6)
mwah!
if only this was a picture of my ass and something other than hearts, i'd feel better. but apparently there's nothing else to say.
Posted by michele at 02:08 PM | Comments (2)
kristen
goddammit! you took away comments again!
3 things.
1. cop out.
2. it's fun to look at his archives and see how much better he's gotten since then.
Posted by michele at 09:06 AM | Comments (5)
November 14, 2002
bloody ar ar
i just got this email from my mom. hwee:
went to read your comments just for fun as I figure I should try out your website every few months.
WASH YOUR MOUTH OUT WITH SOAP FOR ALL THE F#$(*&$#**&'s, okay?
See you tonight.
Posted by michele at 04:51 PM | Comments (7)
mashed potatoes
"My breast flipped inside out so my nipple touched my heart." has been quantifiably defined as the sexiest sentence ever. fyi.
there's this internet browser called ghostzilla that makes itself all secretive so you can use it at work without being caught. theoretically.
gandalf from lord of the peeps!
peep peep peep. peepity peep! peep peep!
Posted by michele at 02:36 PM | Comments (0)
the $150 dress
gene just sent me this huge picture file to ask what the occasion was for the picture project he's doing for cementhorizon. it practically broke my inbox. which is totally fine since stupid hotmail account is almost all used up. anyway the point is that it's a picture from our junior prom of the dateless wonders. ah dateless wonders. good times. good times. i never had a date in high school, you know. not one. this was primarily due to me being unwilling to date anyone i knew in high school/me having wierd social phobia issues. not much has changed really.
and why am i putting this picture on my own page when eventually it will be in the much cooler picture database? well because i am impatient. that is my reason. sticking to it. besides i fucking loved that dress. loved it. no idea where it is now either. it was probably the single most expensive item of clothing that i've ever bought in my entire life. for senior ball i didn't buy a costly dress, i just bought this victoria's secret nightgown to which i sewed feather boas. that was a fucking great dress too. but i know what happened to it. fucking cats peed on it. sob story really. wouldn't you agree?
Posted by michele at 10:54 AM | Comments (9)
netflix list
i finally managed to get my entire netflix rental history and now every movie i've ever gotten from them is there in the sidetitle bar. it makes me happy to have a running history of what i've rented from them. and now if you're thinking of trying netflix, or thinking about one of those movies or whatever, you can ask me, if you want, if it was any good. or something. and for those of you who have dvd players and do not have netflix (although i don't think i know any one like that) you should seriously consider getting it. because it is the best thing EVER.
Posted by michele at 09:26 AM | Comments (2)
the horrific-ness which was my life yesterday
yesterday i almost lit the house on fire. how did i do this you might ask? well possible it had to do with the propane flame torch i was using in an attempt to solder a faucet back together so the water would not be leaking out like a son of a bitch so that we could turn the water in the house back on and be able to do normal things like....brush our teeth, flush our toilets, shower, wash hands, DO ANYTHING. I SPENT TWO FUCKING HOURS TRYING TO FIX A FUCKING WATER LEAK LAST NIGHT. IT WAS COLD AND WET AND NOW I AM MISERABLY SICK. I HATE NOT HAVING WATER, I HATE IT SOOOOO MUCH.
but michele, you say, 2 hours spent soldering and you still have no water, how is this possible? it's possible i tell you. it's possible and it's shitty and maybe it won't even be fixed by the time i get home today. and why is this? it's because the faucet copper tubing doesn't actually fit in the hole. and it's because the water was still leaking a little while i was trying to shove solder in there with the flame torch. and it's because flux is the most useless fucking invention i've ever seen even if it does bubble when hot and burn green. or maybe that was the copper. or the side of the house. or the cat that almost got lit up like a fucking christmas tree.
honest to god if i hold my hand up right now and let it just rest in air there it won't stop shaking. am i faint from hunger? am i on too many drugs? did i not get enough sleep since the shower shcedule this morning was rigidly scheduled around when my brother could come and turn the water on for us for a bare half hour before he had to go to work? whatever. the point is that the past however many hours except when i was comatose (and even that was not so good since moosers chose to play inside a bag right next to the head of my bed while i was trying to sleep) have been incredibly awful.
i apologize for my petty petty complaints and all this irritating whining. i should be slapped and told how at least i'm not sleeping outside like the person nestled up against the corner of my office building. and at least i had some food to eat this morning even if it was only a banana and a granola bar since lots of people have nothing to eat. and lots of people for that matter don't even have homes either with water or without.
now if only my hands would stop shaking. and if only i hadn't taken three different kinds of drugs in addition to using my inhaler this morning maybe i would be able to type properly or get some work done.
Posted by michele at 08:41 AM | Comments (8)
November 13, 2002
pictures i stole from marina
oh man. i think you should all realize what a huge love of pictures i have by now. and so i apologize in advance (though i'm not really sorry) but i'm going to put more pictures on here. and what's more i want you to know that i somehow managed to find these in my room even though i wasn't cleaning it OR looking for them. now, if any of you knows what my room currently looks like, you will understand what a feat this is. seriously.
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erica's story
erica asked me to relate a school story for her. you all know how she tells little kid stories. ahem.
on tuesday in class, the teacher was having all the little chitlins repeat words after her to teach pronunciation and possibly spelling. so teacher says, "sleepy, repeat after me, 'sleepy'." and all those little ankle biters pipe up with "sleepy!" and then eventually somewhere later on down the road the teacher said, "ok repeat this word after me: 'carrots'." and when all the little munchies went to say "carrots" four of them chose sneezing really loudly instead.
carrot bits everywhere! blech!
Posted by michele at 11:00 AM | Comments (32)
gentle uterus
so kristen sent me this link which has tons of anime characters and seiyuu's (voice actors) birthdays so that you can check and see who shares your birthday. no honestly this is an incredibly dumb thing, but of course i went to check on who gets to be part of my illustrious birthday (february 8th for those of you who are wondering/can't remember, you bastards.) and imagine my surprise to find sailor star healer. i thought to myself at this point, "please oh please let this be the transvestite, hermaphrodite sailor whose super power is gentle uterus. oh please please." but i totally couldn't remember if it was so i went to go look it up, at which point i screamed (internally, of course). i am not gentle uterus. i am sensitive inferno. sigh. s/he is not nearly as cool.
I suppose this is a little more like me though....hwee. BWAH!
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November 12, 2002
spellbound
alfred hitchcock. ingrid bergman. gregory peck. salvador dali.
basically this movie was kind of....not so great. i mean the writing...oh god the writing...let me sum it up for you with the following scene:
fake dr. edwards/peck and dr peterson/bergman are off on a picnic falling in love at first site, ok? and in order to fully illustrate how they are now in love, he offers her a choice between a ham sandwich and a liverwurst sandwich. and she, she in the most romantic, lyrical, longing, sentimental voice possible says,
"liiiveerrwuuurst."
it was painful to watch this. my explanation for how this fits into the plot is the following. ham is sane. liverwurst is insane. she chooses the insane choice. peck is playing a schizophrenic guilt complex insane man. she's rather "love/live" with the "worst" choice possible than live alone with plain old ham, boring spinsterhood.
however the dream sequence which is gorgeously art directed by salvador dali is incredible. and if you only watch 5 minutes of this movie, please let it be those 5 minutes. fucking insanely incredible.
and one last thing. why is it that hitchcock's supposed twist endings are always so flagrantly see through? it is so patently obvious who the killer is the entire movie that i was vaguely disgusted with the whole buildup to the point where ingrid bergman says, while clucthing peck's head to her bosum, "it was an accident! you didn't kill your brother! it was just a childhood accident!" you stupid psychological medical nonsense.
when i said one last thing, i meant wait for it there's going to be another one. there's this one line. brilliant. "women make the best psycho analysts. until they fall in love, and then they make the best patients." ha ha ha! what a knee slapper, you silly old man. just you sit down and let me make you some coffee. with an egg in it. (WTF?!!)
Posted by michele at 11:55 AM | Comments (0)
November 11, 2002
all about lily chou chou
this movie looks fascinating. although i have to admit that the additional information that was not in the paper about it's being almost 3 hours long does make it a little more off putting to me. that's a fucking long ass time to be sitting in uncomfortable movie chairs. but maybe i am willing to risk the numb butt syndrome. here is the imdb review of all about lily chou chou (although similar in title to "all about my mother", i am still pleased with the lily chou chou part of it. a lot.):
"A harsh, almost 3 hour coming of age film, All About Lilly Chou Chou takes a number of real happenings in Japan-juvenile rape, violence, degradation, murder and pop idol fixation-and throws them together for effect. It centers on Ichihara, the persecuted protagonist who eventually finds himself atop a group of persecutors. He's in adult situations, but doesn't have adult faculties, and any grown-up that could help him escape the escalating sadomasochism of his friends is too clueless or apathetic to help. Ichihara fixates on Lilly Chou Chou, a Marilyn Manson/the Cure/Nirvana/Tori Amos figure whom he thinks embodies his disillusionment with his unfolding life. When he finds that his best friend/tormentor shares his love of Lilly Chou-Chou, it's too much for him to take.
All About Lilly Chou Chou is embedded in the traditional avant-garde belief that film need not being pleasurable to be beautiful or effective. It's a surprisingly graphic film, in fact, in some ways like Van Trier's the Idiots, Pasolini's Salo, or Wedekind's play Spring Awakenings. All About Lilly Chou Chou is beauty that's sought after. By foregrounding the filmmaking process and complicating the line between pain and pleasure, it forces the audience to be repulsed, enamored, whatever. Presenting the film in traditional cinematic language wouldn't do justice to the depth of the narrative. It's a film for catharsis.
If All About Lilly Chou Chou has a savior, it's art. Ichihara's passion for Lilly is endless, and his only connection with other people is through her. The director is critical of the cyber-community of Chou Chou followers, all disembodied voices, but acknowledges that this is the only way for these kids to understand themselves and communicate their feelings to others. The cinematography follows this love affair with the healing of art. Beautifully shot on DV, moving from the public to the intimate seamlessly, and capturing subtle moments of transcendence, it's a love-letter to filmmaking. And particularly the abilities of digital filmmaking, which is able to capture the processed, intimate, amateurish and technologically-filtered beauty that most First World children are used to."
this is the most interesting part to me, the movie was "plotted online in a chat forum by hundreds of anonymous users, centered around a fictitious pop star, the disappearance of a nonexistent website dedicated to her music, and the imaginary "ether" from which her music springs," (from above link). in order to make this movie, Iwai created a webpage about a fake pop idol in japan and tons of teenagers became obsessed with her and chatted online about her all the time. the movie incorporates live online chat sessions as part of the imagery that the audience is forced to view. new media is the fucking coolest thing ever.
soooooo who's with me? i think it comes out in SF this weekend.
Posted by michele at 03:18 PM | Comments (7)
harry potter fever
the fever is upon us, boys and girls. the next harry potter movie comes out THIS friday. and i can't even tell you how excited i am. but even more so, scholarly instincts and blatant, though painful, honesty made me even more happy to read this. the book it talks about that's coming out, frank bruni's, "ambling into hogwarts: the unlikely odyssey of harry potter," sounded so intriguing that i went and looked for it, imagine my disappointment than to find this instead. luckily there is some news on this book, which i suppose offsets the horrific bush subject matter.
point here being: friday is the day, and i will be buying advance tickets sometime this week for a late showing of the wonderful world of harry at the phill theatre. so anyone who wants to come, let me know and i'll get you a ticket.
p.s. a harry potter weblog? you better believe it.
Posted by michele at 01:02 PM | Comments (2)
November 09, 2002
November birthdays: Jason
Posted by michele at 11:49 PM | Comments (8)
October Birthday: Kristen
Kristen's dinner birthday party #1
Kristen dinner birthday party #2
Kristen's Birthday party at 26 Mix.
ahem. Gene and Jason at 26 Mix.
Posted by michele at 11:47 PM | Comments (4)
October Birthdays: Jacob and Erica
ahhhh, what an adorable birthday girl!
Jacob and Erica's birthday party #1
Jacob and Erica's Birthday party #2
Posted by michele at 11:43 PM | Comments (2)
November 08, 2002
coachella
by the way, still no new info on coachella
Posted by michele at 01:09 PM | Comments (2)
fucking shit up venus style
this morning, katie the coworker not k to the t, was complaining of hunger pains. i therefore informed her that i knew someone who was just starting work at venus down the street a whole half block. she immediately demanded that we go there for lunch and be supportive. i at this point didn't have the heart to tell her i wasn't supposed to come and make faces while holding up victory signs. so we went. and was BAG there? hell no he wasn't! victory signs were drooping let me tell you. so on the way out i knocked a fork off a table and onto the ground. at which point i laughed heartily and prolaimed myself a freind of a certain mr green who had begun work there and who they should seriously consider holding up for a penal review at once. i then proceeded to storm out.
the salmon cakes and potatos are very good. and i felt really badly about my klutziness and the fork and gave it to one of the waiters while apologizing profusely.
Posted by michele at 01:04 PM | Comments (13)
puddles and poodles
today the car in front of me made this big splash when going thru a puddle and i went, "whoo!" and nuala went, "uhoh" and then i went thru it really fast! splashy splashy! holy shit it was so much funny. nuala then informed me that i had in fact been spraying unsuspecting students walking along the sidewalk yesterday too. i was both horrified and highly amused. i mean, i would like to think that if i was causing strife to the fucking students i'd at least be doing it on PURPOSE. ....think you can walk in front of me on the crosswalk....think again, bitches and hos. suck it! my dislike/jealousy for them surpasses all bounds of decency really.
anyway the whole puddle thing reminded me of when i was in high school and my bro was the only one with a car, being as how he is older than me, so he would drive us to and from school (he didn't like that one bit, let me tell you, we have not always been inthe cahoots together that we are now), and when it was rainy and wet he would make a special detour to catch as many huge fucking puddles as he possibly could and i swear it was always one of my very favorite things about his driving skills. his other notable driving skill was that the windshild soapy water thing was broken in such a way that if you utilized it, it would spray out towards the right side of the car. this technique was used to good effect if some unsuspecting citizen was walking along the sidewalk and he felt the need to dampen thier day a little bit. sometimes he would even do it to my friends just for fun. for which i would of course scold him like a good friend, but would actually be giggling maniacally on the inside per ususal twisted humor.
also today i managed to feel up jacob's crotch. how did i do that you ask? well he snuck up behind me on the street as i was walking towards work and my arms were carefree swinging (as if i had a straw hat on) and i managed to brush one hand against him, the sneaky bastard i was immediately contrite, but also embarressed and so said sorry but didn't really want to make eye contact. but something out the of the corner of my vision seemed awfully familiar and then he said, "that's ok." and i was like holy shit! jacob! it's funny cause just the other day i was complaining that kristen, nuala, and tracy have had jacob on campus sitings but not me. and here was mine! with illicit contact!
jacob wrote about the rain today too and i am sooo in concurrance with him. i've missed the rain a lot too and it makes me so happy now to look outside and see the gray and the wind whipping all the trees into a frenzied dance where everything falls down broken like humpty dumpty. seriously, the front yard at my house is littered with huge palm tree branches. and the whistling and the beating of it and when your hair goes all crazy and everything is drenched in seconds and you can spin and spin and spin and jump in puddles really big. storms make me so happy.
we have no poodles today.
Posted by michele at 11:04 AM | Comments (6)
November 07, 2002
happy birthday, mr shamai!
man you are so fucking funny and i love you SO MUCH!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
tomorrow you'll be getting a special birthday treat, ok? ok. =)
that either says, "jew go home" or "death to jews." either way it is completely inappropriate, but i couldn't find a better picture. i mean erica got tarepandas and jacob got the shitty children's drawings and kristen got cake and nuala got great america. and you, to you jason, i give slanderous epithats against your people and your nation. but then i did do really badly on your friendship test too...
Posted by michele at 01:16 PM | Comments (7)
November 06, 2002
crate girl
so katie, who i work with, just informed me that she is LEAVING at the end of the month. she is going away back to santa barbara to work and leaving me all alone. i bet you anything this will mean i will be saddled with all her work too! i can't do all her work! i can barely do all of my work! ahhhhH!!!!! this is going to suck so much ass i can't even tell you. soon i will probably just quit and be working at mcdonalds with brian. and i'm not supposed to know yet and have to act surprised when my boss gets around to telling me. mooooaaaaan......this job will suck so much without crate girl here to liven me up and act as a buffer between me and the overly stressed/hyperactive worker queen bee boss.
Posted by michele at 03:08 PM | Comments (11)
homeless, drawn upon kim
this has got to be my new favoritest picture.
Posted by michele at 03:01 PM | Comments (2)
November 05, 2002
the michele quiz
so i just made this quiz and you can all go take it! apparently they want a valid email address if you go thru this link:
Take my Quiz on QuizYourFriends.com!
but you can always give a fake one. if you know what i'm saying, wink wink. and yeah yeah i know i emailed the quiz to a whole mess of you already, but i didn't know at the time that they were going to give me an html link. stoopid stoopid. whatever. go take the quiz! strap on those competitve boots and get to stepping! and then make your own quiz so i have something to do at work tomorrow besides going out to lunch. lunch is only a very small part of the day people. i need more entertainment than that.
this quiz thing has actually come about due to my brother who created one first and then sent it to me. my issue while taking his was that he actually managed to select the WRONG answers to some of his own questions so that then even though i answered them CORRECTLY, i still got them wrong. i was so fucking pissed! i HATE doing badly on tests! and when it's questions like "where was i born" and i know the answer is not oakland, and "how many tattoos do i have?" and i know it's 2 and not 3. justifiable pissed-ness. heh. i legitmately missed 2 of the questions, and i suppose an 80% is not baaaad per se, but 60%? i could cry. now all his friends will think his own sister doesn't know him. i will be a laughingstock. the shame. the humanity. sigh.
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vietnamese revelations
i just had a really good lunch at this vietnamese restaurant on shattuck at the corner of addison. so good and cheap too. ummm i had eggplant and tofu with fried rice and it was under $5 and i took home leftovers. ok anyway so i am shamelessly plugging saigon express now. go! eat! be merry! yummm....
and speaking of vietnam. my co-worker, katie, whose birthday it was yesterday and why we went there in the first place, was packed up in a crate at the age of 2 and stowed away on a boat to escape from vietnam with her mother. and not only that but she's a war baby and they don't even know her father's name. how amazing is that? i write about all these little children the other day due to that book, and then discover intimate details of the same sort about someone i actually know.
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gerber! gerber! GERBER!
today on the drive into work, there was a sign on an overpass that said,
"GERBER = BETTER COMMUTE."
nuala and i sat there for a good 5 seconds in stunned silence.
"gerber....?" we both said.
nuala turns to look at me, "the baby food....?"
unsure of how to proceed in these new environs that i was finding myself in, i responded, "here comes the airplane!" (gestulating hand movements, difficult while driving), "open wide the hangar! ...from jar to your baby's mouth in seconds. Gerber. The better commute."
voice of reason to my right theorized that maybe it's a candidate for something. it being voting day after all.
i still find myself confused by this though. who would willingly associate him/herself with baby food? maybe someone who's only ever bought generic store brands. hmmm..... or who was only fed the runny peas kind as a child and understands the importance of a good commute more than most as a consequence of all the peas running off the airplane-spoon. sad starving gerber-less gerber baby.
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November 04, 2002
a little risky business, anyone? anyone?
so i'm sitting around at kim's house right now where i am house sitting. for cash. well a check which i have yet to cash at any rate. and when i first walked in the door this evening i was all mad cause i don't have my pajamas. and i LIKE my pajamas, right? they are soft and fuzzy. and i wanted NOT to be wearing the clothes i was wearing all day. so i'm washing all the dirty dishes from yesterday's musical meeting and contemplating how i can be wearing comfortable clothes within like 5 minutes tops. now...i can't steal clothing from kim's parents cause that's just wierd. i don't think kim has any clothes here still and even if she did i bet they wouldn't fit me since i have given her clothing that no longer fits me. her brother is a fucking stick so that option is pretty much right out. so basically what we're looking at here are the clothes i wore today and the shirt i took in the car in case we played with pottery tonight before coming home. (we didn't. no "porn putty" for me tonight.) [this is a fascinating story isn't it? i know you're all deeply involved.] right, so i put on the tshirt figuring it's the best option. it's really not that great though. removal of the bra quickly follows. but the pants, being not fuzzy and not with a drawstring are still bugging me, so i decide they've got to go. but then my ass would be barely be covered by the t-shirt, ok? and it would be cold. so i have to put the huge, hand-me-down button up dress shirt of my dad's back on before dispensing with the pants. so now that i'm basically wearing a man's button up shirt, socks, and underwear, i figure it's time for loud music, sliding across hard wood floors, and whores coming to the door, a la tom cruise's risky business.
rather than actually CALL any whores though, i decided just to write all this down so you could be reading a fucking striptease. what is wrong with me? this just ain't right.
with all the wonderful catchphrases in this post though, i bet you i'll get a lot more disappointed idiots looking for porn. woo-ee, lucky me.
Posted by michele at 07:01 PM | Comments (6)
overextended michele
i can't wait for it to be winter.
don't complain. i just spent entirely too much time updating the movie reviews page and now i'm worn out.
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the transporter
transporters! more than meets the eye!
ok out of all the movies i saw this weekend. and i saw A LOT. as i think you can tell. or should be able to tell by now. (although let's just say that 4 in one day is not a record. not even close.) uhh...point i had a point. right out of all of them the transporter was by far my fave rave. why you ask in stunned stupefaction? well because of 1)shu qi and 2)jason statham and 3)kung fu kicky kicky! explosions! guns! racing in cars! bang! whirr! whee! there was even some skydiving for those of us who are so inclined.
the plot was dumb. but whatever more than made up for by having a former porn star, actress, model, pop singer and a fucking sexy ass man who runs around sliding in oil and kicking some bad guys with no shirt on. you can't go wrong. honestly.
besides the oil fight scene which incorporated the brill of those things you slide your feet onto while on a bicycle to pedal with, my favorite scene...well ok the 2nd most pornographic, and #1 suggestive scene, was when shu qi is tied up in the trunk and jason statham decides to give her a drink with a straw. but of course she has duct tape over her mouth and so he cuts this tiny slit in it so he can put the straw in and she starts sucking away. ok....bondage be my middle name i guess, but watching her drink thru a straw with tape on her mouth and her hair all messed up while she was trapped in a car with her hands tied behind her back = incredibly sexy. (although perhaps not as sexy to some as her porn debut, sex and zen. if you go to the link attached to "porn" above there's a picture of the two girls with a flute and let's just say there's a scene where that flute is being inserted in some places it shouldn't be and then going in and out both at the same time. ahem.)
the chase scenes were great, the fight scenes were even better. and i strongly recommend it if you are looking for a good mindless action film.
Posted by michele at 10:40 AM | Comments (4)
frida
pretty much if the movie had ended like 20 minutes in after she gets in the bus accident and there's this image which lasts a good couple of breaths (if you're even still breathing because it's that gorgeous) of her lying there with her side, leg, and vagina pierced by this lead pole and there's gold dust floating everywhere, she's covered in it and bright red blood while the white of her shirt and the tan of so much exposed flesh practically glows. it's amazing. some of the imagery in the movie was just incredibly lush. which is not all that surprising i guess, since come on, frida kahlo. the part where she and diego go to new york and walk throught the murals is also impressive, just in sheer artistic scope.
my only complaint with the movie is length. as jason pointed out however, "it's like her whole life or something." but in a much more funny mocking tone of voice which made me laugh serious hard.
i also wish personally that i had known more about her artwork/looked at more of her paintings before seeing the movie. but that's a fault of my own really.
diego luna was adorable and fucking as usual. edward norton guest starring was wicked cool. ashley judd's dress was stunning and incredibly sexy, as was she. and selma hayek was a fucking incredible frida. she totally made that movie.
it's currently only playing in one theatre in the bay area (how dumb is that?) but it's the bridge theatre in sf at 3010 geary. i'm sure it will be in many many more places by the end of the month though. probably even the dome. so go see! it's good!
Posted by michele at 10:13 AM | Comments (1)
tuck everlasting
sap. serious sap. and also....boring. well not boring exactly. but so PG it was squeaky. well except for that whirling dance sexy number alexis bledel did. but it was all coached in child transforming to woman ideology. followed the book pretty well i think. jason picked up a copy of it for 50 cents on the street for me somewhere soi'm going to try reading it again and look for any shocking discrepancies. but mainly i think the movie was just not very good. one good line was there though. when william hurt is telling winnie about why she shouldn't drink the water he says, and you'll grow up and "you'll do something important with your life, maybe you'll have children." i almost puked on myself right there. damn you disney and your "woman, get in the kitchen barefoot and pregnant" messages! huff.
Posted by michele at 10:00 AM | Comments (1)
charlie's angels 2
the following is an artilce thing i found online about the charlie's angel sequel:
McG Gives Details on 'Charlie's Angels 2'
Zap2it.com
Sony has given selected members of the press a sneak peek at "Charlie's Angeles 2: Full Throttle," which is slated to hit theaters next summer.
The film, which stars returning Angels Drew Barrymore, Cameron Diaz and Lucy Liu, is shooting in Los Angeles, with the release date scheduled for July 27.
While all three of the Angels are back, one person who won't be returning is Bill Murray, who played the role of Bosley in the film. Comedian Bernie Mac is replacing Murray in the same role, which returning director McG promises will be explained.
"There is going to be (an explanation) in the movie, but it's handled subtly and I think you're in for a very interesting treat in respect to the legacy of Bosley," he says. "We have a little bit of fun with that."
He adds that the sequel will have fewer "Hidden Dragon, Crouching Tiger"-styled fight sequences, with a lot of wire work and slow motion, that we saw so much of in "Charlie's Angels."
end.
but don't they realize that the wire work and cool effects MADE that movie? what the fuck are they thinking having less. and bernie mac?! nothing good can come of that! heh.
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November 01, 2002
wheeee......
seriously. who doesn't need a flashy antenna thing on thier phone. i totally want one of these. i totally have nothing better to do than look at phone accessories. fuck this shit, i'm going home.
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Poll(y)anna
i make a poll! yeah! ahem. well the thing is see, that now that one of my very limited forms of entertainment has been viciously seized away from me (kristen's comments feature) i am wondering....are comments really the answer? what if the hoky poky really IS what it's all about? you lemme know what you think. because i have a crafty poll.
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sex pots
ah ha. vindication that i am not the only one.
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