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April 30, 2003
8th level of hell
marina sent me this test to take to see how bad of a person i am because i mentioned something about molding her 10 year old cousin into my image.
as you can see i am apparently some what of a lustful, gluttonous, heretical, violent type person. and mostly just a fraudulent, malicious panderer.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Very High |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Moderate |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | High |
| Level 7 (Violent) | High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Extreme |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Moderate |
Take the Dante's Inferno Test
my favorite question in this test: true or false, a pimp is a good thing to be.
Posted by michele at 06:38 PM | Comments (3)
benfoldsbenfoldsbenfoldsbenfolds
basically my weekend at coachella revolved around the watching of ben folds, the looking at ben folds backstage, and the getting a signed cd by ben folds. in the picture of ben folds in the wild he has a deer in the headlights kind of look. but really he's famous (relatively) and in all honesty it was i who was so completely overcome by his grandeur that i couldn't say a goddamn word when i was getting my cd signed. he said hello to me. hello as in hello you're the girl who took a picture of me backstage wearing that very skimpy top and will you please stop adjusting your own breasts i recognize you. and i squeaked out a tiny hello, at which point prolonged contact made me completely black out and i remember not very much else about my signing experience. except then we got to walk away and erica and i got to squeal while she told the story about how he patted her shoulder as he said thank you. so fucking fantastic. sigh.
other highlights include kristen's jared leto experience. going up on stage with erica to watch cafe tecuba, a band we'd never heard of before and still have no idea what they sing about since it was all in foriegn tongues--but yet the thrill of being onstage was a heady delight. particulary considering all the poor sap real fans who were stuck out in the audience. the donnas were fun. ben kweller was incredibly young, blur was great, the blue man group was--in my opinion--super great. head bobbing, one arm punching, jumping, leg behind the head movement fun. and i really liked the vocal stylings of tracy bonham and venus hum who sang with them. i took pictures, they didn't come out. looking at the blue guys up close was fascinating too because the paint was just dripping off those latex head masks. and watching them blink their eyeballs amidst all that blue was just plain freaky. and finally the most perfect ass to ever grace our vision. this girl was an incredible dancer and really good at twirling fire around. it makes me sad that my other pictures of the mutaytor group did not come out. but i know kristen has at least one with the colored hair extensions fire dancer.
so all my pictures are up. i created a folder for everyone's and made mine a subfolder so if anyone else wants to put up their pictures they can. and if anyone doesn't have access to a scanner and would like me to do all the work for them, feel free to hand over said photos and i will take care of you.
i also want to thank gene for the EIGHT CD'S OF COACHELLA MUSIC he made for us to preview on the drive down. that was fucking sweet and amazing. and i loved my little chart for opinion giving. plus it came in handy when i couldn't remember who the hell someone was and i would look at what i had written and see "hamburger!" and remember that i hadn't liked them.
i was going to do this whole favorite quotes thing, but now i can't remember very many of them.
jacob (to a room full of girls): nobody panic, but i'm taking off my pants.
jacob: i'm starkers!
erica: no nothing, no service.
michele: no service to penis swingers.
i also scanned and put up pictures from the jason/me surprise party, the jason going away party, and my birthday. of which, this is by far my favorite.
Posted by michele at 09:21 AM | Comments (0)
April 29, 2003
the more you know
things i've learned from watching (so far) three discs of the 4 disc set of seasons 1 & 2 of the family guy:
1. the statue of liberty, penultimate symbol of freedom in this country was gifted to us by france. ironic? i think yes.
2. stewie-the-football-head-baby sings a song which goes, "this is my rifle (brandishes rifle in air), this is my gun (grabs crotch)! this is for fighting (rifle), this is for fun (crotch)!" fucking disturbing.
coachella was great! (benfoldsbenfoldsbenfoldsbenfolds). i got all my pictures back and i'll try to put them up if i can stay awake when i get home tonight. some of them did not come out which makes me horribly sad. particularly the one of the beastie boys in the golf cart and the front side of best ass ever girl. her ass came out though. oh yes. but more on all that later when there's pictures to go along with the story. for now all i have to say was that i had a good time and that i love ben folds more than almost anything.
Posted by michele at 10:21 AM | Comments (16)
April 25, 2003
find waldo
this is funny because i am currently in a UCB class to learn how to do travel vouchers online, and what am i doing instead? updating my blog. ha ha ha!
yesterday i ate cheetos. were they always that crunchy? i don't think i really approve. i mean honestly....
Posted by michele at 09:10 AM | Comments (9)
April 24, 2003
zoo! porn!
i just got an email from cirque su soleil's mailing list, which apparently i am a member of. and they're opening a new show in vegas called 'zumanity' which is all about erotic human nature. o cirque du soleil, why must you tempt me so?
i have a proposal. let's go see the zoo porn. in vegas. over labor day weekend. (august 29-september 1). who's with me?! zoo porn! zoo porn!
i have a sneaking suspicion that no one is with me on this. but people, come on. what else are you going to spend your hard earned cash on? rent? food? bah! instead let's buy plane tickets, hotel rooms, and seats at the sex spectacle spectacular!
i think it's kind of funny how i spend so much money going all over the place and doing things (this month alone-san diego, new jersey/new york, and coachella). which really, instead of satisfying the wanderlust, just makes it a more permanent gaping hole inspiring me to go more places and do more things and never stop. never, ever stop. i am well aware, mind, that it's incredibly stupid and self-sabotaging to waste all my money on pleasure when if i saved it i could.....do something else....like......buy a house someday in like 10 years and be a stable member of society contemplating children and retirement. but why bother? what's the point in saving money for that honestly? it's boring. it's a boring future with a boring job and a boring home.
the point here is that there's a zumanitarian outreach effort calling your names. humans symbolically in zoos! with porn! resistance is futile!
zoo porn! zoo porn!
Posted by michele at 12:59 PM | Comments (8)
April 23, 2003
purple goggles
i got new eyewear. i relay this to you in a consumer upper white middle class comfort zone. they're purple and hella cute.
i'm reading this book right now called 'the floating world' by cynthia gralla. it's so good. i could rave on and on about it. but i will limit myself to this little post. at the beginning the language is kind of stilted and unsure like a wobbly colt. but then about 20 pages in or so it just finds this lyrical, evocative voice and becomes this transcendental prose of eroticism and sensual lushness, (sensual...think mrs. butler and billy bud. ha ha. but seriously.)
perhaps i like it just because it's set in japan. but i think it has something to do with the integral plot point that the main character becomes a "hostess" at a restaurant where she strips naked, has designs painted on her, lies down on a table, and people are served sushi off her body. naked sushi girl. most likely it doesn't get much better than that, right? the ideals of revolution, feminism, aesthetics, and mono no aware (an awareness of the transient nature of the world, life, etc) are all touched upon and linked within the pages of the story detailing one woman's journey to touch her soul.
i'll give you a quote. i had to re-read it like 3 times because i was so delighted by it:
"you are like a lady carrying an atomic bomb around inside of you. did you drop your bomb on this country? is that why this place calls to you? all that power and all that horror nestle in your breast. my lady of sorrows--there are half-burnt bodies contorting like gifted acrobats in your heart, your soul; you carry them with you, these corpses which support your beautiful skin better than any bone or blood could do. those who are blind cannot see this--it requires sight far more searching than an x-ray, but i can see it. i can see that blackened bodies are the whalebone stays of your lovely dresses.
my lady dulcinea, lady of false dreams, i christen thee--
tonight i watch the night sky closely--thinking, yes, i could cast my lady up there."
p.s. cynthia gralla goes to UC Berkeley even. wouldn't it be so amazing to be her walking around and see me, or someone, reading her book. wouldn't it be cool to have a published book and see people reading it? the thought astounds. i stand amazed.
Posted by michele at 09:47 AM | Comments (8)
April 22, 2003
new jersey pictures
this is not a real post. i repeat: not real.
click here to go look at pictures of me in jersey.
p.s. if you can sign in to CH you can also go back to like 1999 and 1997 in which there are pictures of kristen, nuala, and i doing various things. plus us three and james and long hai at my house playing pool. this appears to be the work of gene and/or kristen.
Posted by michele at 09:42 AM | Comments (1)
April 21, 2003
return from the eastern shore
well here i am back again. prepared to write a helluva long entry about my trip to jersey. if you now ask me how the trip was i am going to refuse to tell you and only point at this webpage. so read it and like it or don't question me about the trip.
flight there. not bad. i get on the plane, immediately the pilot says there's a thunderstorm in denver (layover) and it will be all bumpy. whatever though it was not bad. the flight back on the other hand....but i get ahead of myself.
tuesday night i got in, jason and i collapsed on my bed in the porn filled uncle/aunt room on the third floor of spooky house next door (by considerable distance of some miles) to the spooky brook golf course, and "talked" for like 3 hours. ha ha. just kidding. we really did just talk.
wednesday, jason went to work from like 2-6 and i bummed around reading and watching porn/a knight's tale. immediately upon jason's return we ran over to borders and bought the family guy on dvd. and then stole one of those sticky plastic ads for harry potter and the chamber of secrets off the door. jason did that. fucking klepto. admittedly i put him up to it. and then we went to the MALL. and ate in the FOOD COURT. and saw bulletproof monk. hwee.
thursday he went to work again and i did the same thing again as above. but then when he came home we went and tried to find the spooky cemetery with the spooky dollhouse of lizzie eckel. no such luck. possibly one of the gravestones was hers, but the lettering on a lot of the ones still standing upright was kind of worn away. and there wasn't any dollhouses there. depressing. fucking cretins.
but then we went to look for the egg-o-mat. and found a big pile of dirt. fucking developers.
and then we went out to dinner and watched more family guy.
friday, we went to the metropolitan museum of art, walked thru central park, out to dinner, and saw the play, 'the play what i wrote.' directed by kenneth branagh (no where did i see him at ny point) starring some british doods and the guy who does the voice of dobby the house elf in harry potter and the chamber of secrets and with a special guest star in the second act. our special guest star was JASON BIGGS!! ha ha ha ha!!! i was so fucking close to him! i could have touched him. at one point he almost kicked me in the head. he also smiled at me. right at me! jason biggs! and then he was in a dress and wig and being a cheerleader for robespierre and he chanted, "be aggressive!" and i almost lost it right there in the front row! jason biggs! it was funny because they were acting like it was going to be ian mckellen and jason and i were so excited but then it was jason biggs and i was still pretty fucking excited. as jason agreed, "at least it wasn't roger moore." a mechanical rat zoomed off the stage and into jason's lap and he squealed like a girl at one point. the two main guys picked on me in the beginning and asked me to think of a number between 85 and 87. they spit on jason a bunch although i managed to avoid the spittle. it was fucking sweet. jason biggs. hot-to-tot-to-to!
saturday we drove all over new jersey looking at victorian book store houses, funny accoutrements, and hippies. we got serenaded in hippieville at phoenix books by some new age crazy woman. i bought an absurd amount of books (what else is new?) and we had tasty dinner on the canal at lili's.
then we came back to the suburban desolation of jason's relative's colonial manor and went to see holes. before which there was a preview for pirates of the caribbean. holy crap. fucking sweet.
went to bed at 1, got up at 3:30, flew home from 6-10am with a 3 hour time difference. the first plane got surrounded by cop cars before leaving the terminal and two guys got taken off and then let back on because they were a case of mistaken identity. then the engine made funny noises and they had to change planes in chicago to continue on to kansas city. the second plane had wheel and door issues and i was forced to endure watching drumline again. fucking planes. fucking drumline. fucking still tired.
all in all i had a great trip. i hung out with jason, i came THIS CLOSE to being kicked in the face by jason biggs, i bought books, i watched lots of family guy, and i survived all the flights. i have lots of pictures, which i will be putting up today after work when i get home. so check back on that later.
Posted by michele at 11:38 AM | Comments (9)
April 15, 2003
masql8r
i just got called a "bloody star" by this british boy i've been emailing with. it's sort of poetic in a disgusting way, right? but really he meant it in the 'thanks you're awesome' kind of way on receipt of a favor. whatever. either way i am some brit's bloody star. and that has got to count for something.
so i am absolutely terrified right now. the flight back from SD was horrific with the turbulence which has once again reacquainted me (not that i had forgotten it) with my fear of flying. i hate flying. hate it. the fact that i am willingly getting on another plane (two with the connection) today is insane. i am a bundle of little nerves going yip-yip like a small irritating dog.
i have been scared of planes for so long and even though i can't remember where i was going the first time i realized, i remember being at the oakland airport with my parents walking across the long term parking lot to the shuttle stop and just becoming completely aware of the ground beneath my feet. the ground which potentially i could see a huge mass of death-trap metal with me inside of it scree-whistling down to explode in a big energy boom. haven't been able to fly with an unconcerned air since that day. i get on the plane and sit nervously. i peer out the window during take off making sure the wing on my side doesn't immediately fall off. during turbulence i clutch things. and at the end i give a huge sigh of relief at still being alive.
so even though i am over-exuberantly happy to be going to see jason. i'll only be able to be happy as long as i survive the trip.
in other fun related news. family guy came out on dvd for sale today. and on that note, "go back to your rice paddies, mulan!"
Posted by michele at 09:01 AM | Comments (9)
April 14, 2003
hear ye, hear ye
holy crap there's this cute pierced tattooed boy installing a bookcase in my office right now. huge fucking holes in his ears. tons of tattoos. this is awesome. and they think i'm something to be ashamed of. ho ho ho.
i just bought new anime from ebay on my mom's paypal account for absolutely no good reason at all. i am a fucking spendthrift. i got witch hunter robin and my beautiful girl, mari. just in case you care. you know you care. i know you totally don't care.
Posted by michele at 02:14 PM | Comments (2)
what a girl wants
ha ha ha!!! i really liked this movie. if i can drag anyone in the bay area to see it (erica. nuala.) i will. because come on, colin firth discussing someone's testicles. CUTE boy. bulging eyeball amanda bynes girl was marginally objectionable with that laugh, but otherwise easy to ignore in the face of the delightful fluff of the movie as a whole.
so the movie as a work of art is a piece of shit. the movie as a fun thing to watch, laugh at, and enjoy in a silly girl fashion is top of the fucking line.
i believe that my enjoyment was heightened due to the extremely Drunk Boy sitting next to me. he came in 15 minutes into the movie and started asking his girlfriend what had happened, all the time reeking of beer. later on, colin firth is demanding why he didn't know he had a daughter, and DB made the delightful observation of, "well, what do you expect when you fuck kelly preston?"
later on even than that when DB was getting intensely fidgety and aggravated with the teeny-girly-bopper movie he had been dragged to, "this is the gayest movie i have ever seen. the GAYEST." at this point his GF let him leave to return to the bar. he returned during the credits only to address me directly.
"so did you like the movie? was it good?"
"uhhhh....yeaaah....no."
"that's what i thought. i knew it was a bad movie."
good lines from the movie itself:
"...frantic kissing in the cloakrooms!"
"he hasn't been nice to anyone since he ate lord blank's testicle."
"that's awful."
"not as awful as the fact that lord blank is still reproducing."
nuala told me this morning about how some people are in a huge tizzy over the fact that amanda bynes in the poster is wearing red, white, and blue in front of two british royal palace guards flashing a peace sign. people are retarded. but in a wholly fascinating and absurd way that i can only appreciate.
Posted by michele at 11:22 AM | Comments (1)
We have no bras, so bring bras. I don't care how liberated you are. -jason
san diego was fucking sweet, y'all. i had such a good time just going somewhere other than here and seeing people other than you. not to be rude or anything.
anyway, i went out to lunch to ONAMI tastiness with jenny and jesse on saturday. fucking little cakes all you can eat, man. shiver me timbers it's like the best thing ever. plus the incredibly thoughtful boyfriend of jenny gave me a present. i almost like him more than her now. she didn't even vacuum the couch. and she always vacuums the couch when i come to visit. i was severely disappointed in her. but more importantly i was impressed by getting a present. and the fact that it's my alltime favorite incense (amber) was a bit of a coincidental surprise.
i went to the movie with marina which was incredibly good. drunken neighbor boy et all. i'll write about it on sushi MR in a minute. (done. check.) and then i watched her make kahlua truffle souffle caramel sauce things for mark's birthday. (which is today. happy birthday, mark!) and we dyed our hair. of course. hers=very red. mine=highlights blonde and reddish-purple. egyptian plum you see. i wonder if there really are egyptian plums or if they're just figs? ((answered that question.) i want to go to egypt. if i joined the army i bet i could go when we invade them next. fuckers.
and then i flew home and went and saw JRM REALLY BIG in bend it like beckham with kristen. which again made me want to watch gormenghast just to drool over his sullen beauty. and i made eyeballs at the cute film boy who sells the tickets to me when i go to the dome. he seemed happy to see me. i've been composing our future together in my head now for a couple of hours. maybe when jason lets me read some of his book it will inspire me to write a YA book based on my future with indie film boy. but honestly the way we all inspire each other and how it inevitably ends in failure will probably mean that i'll just sleep a lot and take bubble baths at jason's. i mean, i'm getting my own floor, my own bathroom, and my own access to lots of gay male porn of his uncle's starting tomorrow night. hell yeah, baby.
bra liberation time.
Posted by michele at 10:42 AM | Comments (2)
April 11, 2003
phone booth
i'm sorry but this movie--it kind of sucked.
there were points when i was either cringing at the acting or stifling my giggling at the acting. there were points when i wanted to shoot him myself just to make it end. ok it wasn't that bad. and colin farrell is hot. but it was pretty bad. pretty damn bad.
"it's speed. in a phone booth."
-ellie
she has a good point. only possibly we should change that to "speed 2: cruise control" since i LIKED speed. but phone booth and speed 2 have a lot more in common shitty shitty acting and plot wise.
i probably should have known what i was getting myself into when the movie started with an infomercial narrated by what's his name 24 guy (kiefer sutherland) about PHONE USAGE. plus the little pop up video windows everytime the man was on the goddamm phone....oooooooooggggghhhh frantic hair messing. it was bad. i am so glad i paid matinee price.
p.s. forrest whittaker and radha mitchell in particular sucked major ass.
Posted by michele at 04:44 PM | Comments (5)
laurel canyon
you like 'sex, lies, and videotape'? than most likely you will like laurel canyon. that is the best comparison i can give it.
most of you, i am betting , have never even heard of this movie. i will give you a very short plot synopsis (i will not give away critical information).
sam (played by christian bale) and his girlfriend/fiancée, alex (played by kate beckinsale) move to california. He's doing this medical internship where he meets Sara (played by natascha mcelhone) and Alex is going to work on her PhD thesis. they move into his mother's (played by a young and hot-looking frances mcdormand) house in laurel canyon (north of LA a little). she's supposed to be gone, but is still there working on a record (she's a record producer) of her newest group (fronted by alessandro nivola). what ensues is a loss of innocence, a crumbling/rebuilding of the family structure, and a couple of pool parties.
this movie follows some of the dogma95 rules. the sound quality is often broken up by exterior noise. the lighting is relatively natural. the acting is so good that it's not like they're trying it's more like they're just BEING. case in point this scene between Alex and Jane (mcdormand) in the kitchen. Jane is trying to convince alex to come listen to the record and jane is flustered and trying to be polite while getting out of it. and the thing is that it was obvious that kate beckinsale for some reason had moved beyond trying to act like she was uncomfortable and unsure and was just actually being timorous.
the movie is also all dialogue. nothing else goes on. it's just them talking, having relationships, evolving, which is sort of refreshing when you're normally surrounded by action blockbusters! horror shymalan! ditzy teenagers!
christian bale's eyebrows were funny looking, a small complaint but there all the same. alessandro looked amazing and could actually sing pretty well. admittedly the lyrics to the second song were atrocious (ellie attempted puking on them), but he didn't suck. kate beckinsale looked gorgeous as ever. and frances mcdormand was a fucking revelation. i always thought of her, 'eh, not that attractive.' but holy sweet jesus she looked incredibly hot in this movie. and natascha mcelhone, she was good. i don't know, she wasn't as striking as the rest of them because she was pretty calm and not as psychologically fucked.
some favorite lines (speaking of which, the writing was great.):
"he's a puritan. he quotes proust and wears tweed." -said by alex about her dad
"i don't need a green nightie to cover up my supple skin and eking soul in this barren wasteland." -said by a completely naked girl in the psych ward
Posted by michele at 04:34 PM | Comments (0)
April 09, 2003
happy birthday, kimmy j
i just read thru my whole journal (it's not very long) from when i went to hawaii. trying to find something comparable to kristen's birthday blog for you, kim. but i got squat. well except this:
"i told kim that we need to go skinny dipping in the ocean at night. she said ok."
what the hell? we never went skinny dipping! before you get another year older, i want you to promise that we will go back to hawaii and get nekkid. because you are my brave friend who will force me to do outrageous things even when i'm petrified. plus you're so ADORABLE and absolutely the best person to go to a tropical island with.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KIM!
(picture courtesy of me. to view above pictures of vegas, sign in to CH and go here. to see pictures of beach trips in 2002 go here.)
Posted by michele at 10:14 PM | Comments (0)
charlotte's rocker
it was morning and time to go to work so i came out of my house to find kristen's boyfriend in the driveway with his car. his two little kids were in the back seat, aged approx 3 and 5, respectively the girl and boy. both adorable little blond ringlet-ed tykes. kristen came out of her house next door and was sobbing. i looked at her boyfriend (who looked suspiciously like jenny's boyfriend) and he told me that his parents were missing, presumed dead. they were the ones who usually took care of the kids, but had recently gone on a cruise so the children had been left with their mother. but she had to go somewhere else and the grandparents were supposed to be back last night. but apparently their ship had sunk. they had called him during the panic, yelling about how they were about to die. the coast guard was currently searching for survivors and he, kristen, and the kids were going over there to wait. and see. he got in the car and kristen came over to me, still crying, and she said, "i can't leave them alone. i have to be their mother now. he's going to need me to take care of them." and then she got in the car too and they all drove away.
now for some reason nuala and i were joined by jacob, erica, and jolie as a work car-pool. and for some other reason we couldn't take the car but had to take the tree instead. it had an ignition in the trunk and a really loud stereo but no CD player, about which i was much aggrieved. so i had to go find the key even though i knew it was wrong to take the tree and something really bad was going to happen.
i came back with the key and everyone was up hanging onto branches and perched in the crossings, so i climbed up too and put the key in. and the tree, which is the one that is in my front yard, grew like 10 times in size and pulled out of the ground and started stepping over houses. we all waved good-bye to my mother, till after like two steps she disappeared from view along with my house.
there was a cloaking device so people wouldn't see it and be scared but we still had to be careful what we were stepping on. not that there was much steering involved. i got us to a street in walnut creek that led to the freeway and we started going down it.
but then corey gillette (why? i don't know) came out of his house and was running from something and we were running from it too but couldn't see what it was. we let him into the tree (he could see us) and we passed slowly by a cop car that had no lights on that was very menacing. it turned its lights on further down the street once we passed it going in opposite directions and i thought it was going to turn around and come after us but it didn't. but i was terrified of it for no good reason. it wasn't doing anything. but it was like a dirty black beetle that was going to hurt me up in my invisible walking tree.
after that we got to the p-hill downtown, (don't ask. distances and directions didn't seem to be essential). everyone else had been dropped off at their various working locations and i was standing at this huge bank of windows staring down into a department store with lots of teenage girl's clothing.
the tree shrunk down and became a boy who stood next to me and we talked about the clothes and about something else. something important. something about why the whole dream was filled with this sense of impending doom even though nothing ever happened. but i can't remember what he said. i just know he was really worried about me, and his eyes were scared.
i looked up at the sky and the clouds spelled out that kristen's boyfriend's parents were dead, but all it really said was, "his parents are dead."
i woke up and realized that the whole time my brain had been dreaming and yelling "charlotte's rocker" at me, what it had really meant was "charlotte's walker" and the tree was the walker and in the dream my name was charlotte.
Posted by michele at 11:18 AM | Comments (7)
April 08, 2003
and so it begins. not with a bang but with a vague downward spiral drain.
this friday the month of michele travelling begins. i'm going down to san diego this weekend for one reason, and one reason only. to see 'what a girl wants'. don't believe me? ask the dishes. i am quite possibly the most absurd person i know. who pays money to go down to SD to see what it very likly to be one of the worst movies of 2003? but how can i refuse the colin firth and, after all, marina begged that she couldn't see it with anyone else but me. loyalty like that is not misplaced so much as it's a disgrace. so here i go, down to SD. (note this guy. what does he have to do with 'what a girl wants'? i don't know. but it's vaguely scary.)
next tuesday, after i come back (one week from now! only one week!) i'm going to be flying to warren, NJ to see jason and the dollhouse at the cemetary. plus the egg-o-matic. we're going to that play too and to bookstores and flea markets. and to see bulletproof monk (my idea) and holes (his).
kristen said this to jason about me today: "i'm jealous because being on
vacation with michele is the best thing ever...she is full of energy and
has zillions of new things she wants to see, and will talk to new people,
and in general is just way braver than me. doing new york city with her is
like my idea of heaven, so you take full advantage son."
which is awfully complimentary, but i'm skeptical that i have that much faith in myself. we shall see, i guess.
anyway, finally the week after i get back from jersey, it's off to indio for the coachella festival. lots of music, sun, and people-watching. it's going to be so beautiful. if you're interested in going, you can still buy tickets. and we have space in our hotel room still...
Posted by michele at 02:57 PM | Comments (10)
April 04, 2003
POW Jessica
i don't know if anybody else has heard of this yet. but you know jessica lynch, the recently rescued POW? apparently the story is so good (because what is true life but a story in need of mass-media propagation?) that they want to turn it into a movie. a war-tear-jerker-happy-ending-movie. and WHO is the current favorite to play our heroine in uniform? sarah michelle gellar. oh yes. our very own buffy in iraq. i am curious who will play the iraqi informer who basically saved her life.
i can't decide whether i feel good or bad about this.
i mean on the one hand it's just so typical of hollywood and america in general to take something and put some bright lights, big cameras on it and churn out a 2 hour motion picture for general populace enjoyment. and while i think that movies CAN offer you a glimpse of a life that you have no connection to and make you feel what the characters feel and see what they see. i don't know in this situation if they will present it in a manner which will make it morally acceptable to sensationalize a war i don't agree with and the actions of soldiers who i wish were safely at home instead of being shot by our own people. it's great that "we" saved one 19 year old pretty girl. it's fantastic. i am so happy that she's safe and her parents know she's ok. but what about the iraqi child that got the back of his head blown off? i saw those pictures. they were horrifying. but happy endings sell, small head-gutted foriegners do not.
but on the other hand, maybe the movie WILL present some of the horrors of war. maybe it will show people who have no conception of what war is really like the agony of being a prisoner of an aggressive regime. maybe it will make people THINK. and maybe buffy will look really good and shoot some things. can't you just IMAGINE her in the little marine outfit? she's so TINY.
don't quote me on this whole thing being true yet. i mean obviously the rescue story and everything that's true, (if by true you mean most likely factually accurate), but the movie thing is not concrete or anything. and certainly the leading lady role is not a given.
(i love you, jack black!)
Posted by michele at 02:25 PM | Comments (3)
April 03, 2003
best email correspondance of the day (and it's only noon!)
From him:
As for inadvertently beguiling unsuspecting women, it may be too late. I don't know what I'm doing wrong (or right depending upon your point of view), but my seemingly irresistable farm-boy charm has gotten me into a bit of a predicament. After deciding to try my hand at being single for a while, I've suddenly got two girls that are both expressing a desire to get involved. I've been on a couple dates with both, and they're each fun to hang out with, but I wouldn't say I'm ready to get into a real heavy relationship with either. Lately the time spent with each has become a little more stressful because they've both begun to express concern about the fact that I'm spending time with the other. Basically I really like hanging out with both of them, but don't see a way out of this situation that won't result in one or both of them being pissed off at me. If I choose one, the other will probably stop speaking to me. Telling both of them that I'm not interested means I'll have to stop speaking to both of them. From my standpoint continuing to go out on dates with both of them would be ideal, but I have a hunch that would probably lead to one or both not speaking to me once the dates involve more than dinner, dancing, and a good-night kiss if you know what I mean. What do you think, is there a way to make this work out that isn't going to leave me looking like a jerk and/or not having any girls to talk to?
-Sought-after in Virgina Beach
From me:
Dear Sought-after,
The obvious answer to your predicament is to expand your horizons on the sexual front. Perhaps you do not need my encouragement to do this--perhaps you have, in fact, already been sexually promiscuous in a threesome situation. What I suggest is to introduce the two girls to each other, explain to them how sexy they both are, and how great it would be to see them naked in bed together. Of course make sure to also emphasize the fact that you will be there to hold their hands, and whatever else they would like to put in your reach, thru this difficult transition from dating an irresistible farm-boy to having sex with 2 people at the same time. Please let me know how it turns out, and as ever, be sure to capture all the best bits on film (still or video, i'm not picky).
Sincerely,
Dear Abby
do i even know this person? no i do not. so really the title of this post should incorporate something about how this is the most indirect (intermediary being marina), convoluted (who's confused? i'm confused?) email correspondance of the day. i'm rather wondering what will happen next. marina is supposed to keep me informed. (*editor's note: i just learned that marina and mark, [has anyone else noticed that the SD couples have the same first initials? well mark/marina, jesse/jenny. i guess not robyn/ash, although we could change ash to rash. but he prob wouldn't appreciate that], suck.)
marina's advice to this chuck guy was, "pick the hot one. you don't want to look at a fugly all night." (paraphrased) mind you, she had a whole spiel first about being honest with them (about the relationship not about how fugly they are). honest schmonest. i vote threesome.
Posted by michele at 11:54 AM | Comments (9)
April 01, 2003
i know i'm a dork
i can't help it though. i like quizzes. and then i like the little picture/links they give you to put on your own webpage to increase traffic for them. pictures. quizzes. oh man. asian girls with feathery wings. it's like porn to me.
I'm Angelic Cute!! made by Jen
Posted by michele at 04:35 PM | Comments (7)