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June 30, 2003
russians
they're not coming. but we did go. (marina might actually be going. to russia that is. in august. how cool is that?)
anyway, i know it's absurd that we just went and i am already putting up the pictures for it. but whatever. your local, friendly, documenter strikes again.
for those of you who i haven't seen in a while. i got hair extensions! big ones! lots of them! and some pictures of me actually got taken for once. shocking, i know. so go marvel at my hair. and my tasteful, fashion styling wrist bands (which protected the touch up job i got done on my wrist tattoos this weekend.)
plus, in other news, kim raised $670 with her rummage sale for the sf aids foundation/fundraiser walk. yey kim! and also yey to jason, erica, and i who lent lots of moral support and sat around in the chairs buying things for ourselves all day saturday. self-congratulatory pat.
>Posted by michele at 11:16 PM | Comments (8)
raise your hand if you feel surpassed
ellie. is. pregnant. pregnant. preggers. having a baby. bun in the oven. conceived. gonna be a momma. holy fucking shit.
she told me. i kind of went to pieces. i am still kind of in shock. it is completely surreal. she's my friend. my pregnant friend. i had a huge crush on her and tried really hard to get her to go out with me before being turned down on a bjork e-card. long story. anyway. now she's pregnant. and moving to canada (in december). canada. baby canook. it's going to say "aboot" and "dood" and MEAN it.
i can't even imagine being pregnant. but she's happy. really, really happy. next time you see her you can say "congrats, dood." but no hardball with the pregnant woman. tag ball rule not allowed anymore, she gets special treatment.
mostly i'm sad that she's going to be moving away. and so far! i mean it's great for her because she'll be a lot closer to her dad and she really loves vancouver. but still! so far...
pregnant, PREGNANT. shit.
Posted by michele at 08:15 PM | Comments (3)
June 24, 2003
topless sunbathing continues
erica and i stand around lathering our breasts with suntan lotion.
me: let's make out.
erica: ok. let me just take my top off.
pause
erica: ha ha ha silly me it's already off.
michele: oh erica, that's a boob slapping good time.
we commence to slapping our boobs.
later...
erica and i are spreading more sunscreen on our sensitive chest regions.
michele (while carefully avoiding looking): it's funny how not weird this is.
erica (carefully turns partially away so as not to be looking and not be able to be looked at): yeah. but i've known you like what, 6 years?, and it's like whatever. they're just our breasts.
michele: yeah. 6 years. wow.
erica: i don't think i could really do this with anyone else though.
michele: well except for that time with kristen, jacob, and jason.
erica: well...yeah.
later...
michele (carefully keeping only the head above water): weightless, unemcumbered breast swimming stroke feels funny.
erica (giggles and flips over so she is lying on her chest): yeah.
Posted by michele at 05:13 PM | Comments (4)
flour flats
this weekend i drove to and from vegas with jason to retrieve things like photo albums, (bruised my legs), old family movies in reels, (dropped on my foot), box of records, (smashed my finger and then jason made me take them out of the car anyway because they impeded his rear window view.)
jason's house made me sad. the empty pool. the big bed in his dad's room with no sheets on it. and most of all the mountains and mountains of stuff. everywhere. what do you do when faced with that? it was completely overwhelming. i remember getting to my grandfather's house the summer after i graduated when he died and we had to clean the whole place and that was a good 20 years more accumulated garbage then westwind drive had. and we spent a whole month there doing nothing but cleaning and having a garage sale.
last week i was at safeway and the cute boy who's hair was more dishelved than normal told me as i approached the counter that it was prostate cancer awareness week and he had to tell everybody this spiel and he didn't really expect me to contribute anything but threw out the $1 or $5 amounts politely. i looked him in the eye, wrote down $20 and my dad's name and handed it back to him.
i finished jason's book on the drive back up and in the last couple of pages there's a note from jason to himself as a reminder to ask his dad about a zip code in the LA area. i have no idea if jason ever got to ask this. but just the inclusion of it there staring up at me from this page of words that jason wrote, this beautiful novel that his dad will never get to read, seen by me while surrounded by the memories of their life as a family--was unutterably depressing.
Posted by michele at 02:08 PM | Comments (3)
fook off, pillow*
so here it is, the me finally getting around to posting since the whole no more job thing. it's amazing how little time you really seem to have when you have no job. you're running all over the place trying to get things done but there's so much more sleeping, driving to and from vegas, and topless sunbathing with erica to do. where does the time go? i just don't know.
the party on friday was great. well it was great except for 2 things which pissed me off. 1 of which was stupid bleached hair boy who i think was named dwight who was a dick and stopped the party and upset baggity baggity o branny. fook that bastard.
the other was the excessively cute boy who i wanted to talk more with but who i was too shy to approach. damn me and my inabilty to make conversation in public! argh. it was funny when sean sent him over to ask me what was in the jungle juice and i answered very politely the whole time inwardly screaming, "he's talking to me! talking to me! ahhh he even knew my name! what to do what to do?!" but then he left and jacob and jason grinned at me like devils and complimented my ability to form logical sentences and not run screaming. kristen later said irritably, "well of course you answer direct questions. of course. sheesh. boys." and i was like, "yeah..uh...except for when i don't. and run screaming. sheesh. me."
anyway. he was really cute and i beat myself up over it all weekend. in between beating myself up with boxes, spraining ankles, delivering great smashings to my thumb which have caused quite a delightful blood blister, etc. i am a wreck. a wreck i tell you. but nowhere near as bad as my brother.
*this lovely title of a gem is compliments primarily of a story kati vol's friend mike told me at the party about how he doesn't like sleeping on his pillows while in bed. it was involved and elicted much giggling afterwards while we told the pillows to fook off. let me clarify because that sentence is a little confusing with the two places named. he told me at the party. at no point was i in a bed with him. the bed resided solely in the story. and i didn't make out with kristen either.
Posted by michele at 01:16 PM | Comments (2)
June 20, 2003
no more berkeley!
last day of work for the summer! last day!
Posted by michele at 11:41 AM | Comments (7)
June 19, 2003
real harem dancers. or at least real dancers.
would anyone be interested in going to see a show at the palace of fine arts on august 10th with me? it supports world humanitarian efforts and IS IN THE PALACE OF FINE ARTS. it's indian classical and yogic mixed dance stuff. here is info about the causes it supports, here is info about the tickets, and here is some more info about the event. i do not care if we get $15 or $25 tickets, but would prefer $25.
Posted by michele at 12:16 PM | Comments (1)
subliminal harem dancers
jesse (of jenny and jesse fame) has his own webpage now. perhaps partially inspired by me! aaahh. anyway, i am linking to it on the side and also here if you wanna go check it out. =)
Posted by michele at 11:50 AM | Comments (0)
infamous pick up line
jason makes funny faces from the bart car at dustin.
dustin: "oh no, you didn't!"
cute unknown girl: "oh yes he did!"
michele: "try it on her!"
dustin: "i have llamas."
CUG: "no llamas."
D: "YES llamas."
CUG: "seriously, no llamas."
D: "oh but yes, lla-lla-lla-llllllllllllllamas."
(click here to go rate the llamas and make sure to read the comments because somewhere in there someone is asking for pictures of llama clits and that's just plain wrong.)
Posted by michele at 08:52 AM | Comments (0)
June 17, 2003
last week's baseball
pictures are now up. which is good since this week's baseball is fast approaching. which will be on thursday again, same everything else. next week we are moving it to friday to see how that works for people for a week. and then we can discuss and change again if need be.
there's also a ton of pictures that gene put up on eloise that you should check out. they're of seattle mostly and driving and riding and a picnic. the movie he did while driving back from santa barbara is hell of fun to watch, though it takes a long time to download.
Posted by michele at 08:44 AM | Comments (2)
June 16, 2003
a story in which...
i do not make out with kristen as i have never made out with kristen and will never make out with kristen. contrary to prevailing popular belief.
zoe's (and why not?) mouth dropped open in shock as she read dulcinea's email. threesomes! threesomes! comparatively right below her nose too! later on she realized that hearing D talk about 'tag-teaming' when referring to another girl's vagina was more than just slightly risque. downright amusing is what it really was. but then so are all my made up names so what can you do?
conversation after frantic dialing and impatient wiggling while it rang went a little something like this:
zoe: you did WHAT?!?!?
dulcinea: murmer murmer murmer
Z: HOLY FUCKING CRAP!
....
Z: and then what did you, um, do?
D: well i did a little breast work
Z: YOU ARE FUCKING SHITTING ME!!
D: well i'd tag-teamed out of the vaginal area and her aureoles were looking mighty fine and possibly in need of a good licking. (wouldn't it be awesome if someone really DID said that?)
Z: sputter sputter
D: am i a dirty whore?
Z: I AM SO JEALOUS OF YOU I CAN'T EVEN TALK!
D: it's funny because i can tell YOU about this but i couldn't tell anyone else because they would think i was a dirty whore bound for an opium den.
Z: OPIUM DEN!!
D: there's got to be something wrong with me.
Z: there's nothing wrong with you. (seriously) if you can't tell other people because they are repressed and living in the dark ages that is a them problem and not a you problem. having sex with 2 other people at once is hardly reprehensible particularly when you're being safe and not doing it with everyone in sight. besides, dude, fucking SWEET.
chalk this one up to a dream i had. no cosmo girl magazine involved. no me. no kristen. no really.
Posted by michele at 03:38 PM | Comments (0)
angels in the architecture
seriously now, that is totally my brother right? he argues that he never made his hair look like that. my mom agrees with him. but i swear somewhere there is a school yearbook picture in which he looks exactly like that. because it's him. how the hell does classmates get access to people's yearbook pictures? and why are they casting aspersions on my brother's marital fate like that? this is just not copasetic at all.
and betty, when you call me, you can call me al
Posted by michele at 11:35 AM | Comments (4)
June 13, 2003
diana (not dianna)
long-hai's cat girl:
a completely separate picture of long-hai's that i just really liked:
and i discovered that there's more pictures on his webpage then we know about. if you go the parent directory you can find them. sneaky.
Posted by michele at 08:32 AM | Comments (3)
June 12, 2003
vroom
jesus you guys are hard on julia roberts.
today i signed up for motorcycle lessons. is this shocking to anyone? did anyone not know i was doing this? even my mom knows.
i am by turns terrified and excited. it's a wonderful feeling. mostly i'm afraid of dying. but i am excited about the experience and the learning how to properly take care of my own mode of transportation thru helpful monthly maintenance training sessions with gene and gene's dad's tools. i'm excited about the oopsy daisy gang, and the clothes, and the cool. of course if it turns out to be none of those things and only about the dying, i'll be very disappointed. i'll be even more disgusted if somebody dredges this up and reads bits of it at my funeral. keep that in mind, why don't you.
if anyone else is interested it's in san francisco, is $212 for the classes which last 2 weeks and i am starting on july 24th. here is the webpage with all the information. come and join a gang with me! we can be biker chicks. and then we can pierce our triangles and be the constantly orgasming biking chicks. fyi that last bit is still under heavy consideration. i think it would be foolish to risk complete desensitization by getting the triangle pierced AND riding a bike. but i might be just stupid enough to do it.
Posted by michele at 03:48 PM | Comments (6)
aboot canadians
in preparation for the upcoming wedding festivities i have been very carefully trying to inveigle my way into being invited to any and all bachelor parties while at the same time providing directions to the best strippers in the respective partys' neighborhoods. so far it is a no go. first, my cousin is refusing strippers. the best man then also refused my helpful belly dancers suggestion. now they are going fishing. fishing. bah. (not that i wouldn't go fishing if i was invited. james.) and then brian said he hasn't done anything for doug's bachelor party (is this a surprise? doug don't read this.) and so i urbanely slipped him some helpful links to pictures of strippers in seattle. no reply on that front yet either. it's like there's a conspiracy against me getting to see strippers. or play feed the kitty. it's sexist i tell you. this stupid segregation of genders pre-wedding. i am offended by the archaic male belief systems i keep butting up against with my helpful searching fingers googling the stripper situations.
however my day brightened this morning because yesterday i also sent an email to long-hai in canada begging to know whether he could come see me while i'm in seattle. sadly the answer was no, however he told me about this recent project he did animating an anthropomorphic cat girl and he thought of me for inspiration. ME. all right, i have to say, anyone who uses me as a muse makes me melt inside. that is just too too sweet.
(please note: long-hai drew neither of those pictures. but hopefully will be putting up his animated one eventually on his page.)
Posted by michele at 11:29 AM | Comments (3)
June 11, 2003
the ghost of the tilt-a-whirl will linger inside of your head
last weekend gene was puzzling over how i manage to spend $1500 every month and am always broke, but really it's not so odd when you consider how much stuff i buy online all the goddamned time. just yesterday i bought another bathing suit. did i need it? not likely. did it cost $100 total with shipping and taxes and everything? all answers point to yes. am i probably going to have to send it back because it doesn't fit and/or i look terrible in it? most definitely. i'm like a magic eight ball without the surprise.
this morning gene viciously sent me an email with a link to spiky bras. how did he think i could turn down a spiky bra? i could match my backpack. who wouldn't want that? shit i'm a consumer fiend.
but which kind is better? all black or black and white?
the ferris wheel junkies will spin there forever instead
Posted by michele at 08:58 AM | Comments (14)
June 10, 2003
holy mother of god
nuala gave me this magazine upon leaving. like a present. with alyson hannigan on the cover. this magazine's name? FHM ('for him magazine.' what a DUMB name.) and i was going to put up one of the pictures from the edition of the magazine i have. but then i found these other ones from an earlier edition of the magazine while poking around on the fhm site. could wiccan willow be any more sexy?
it's like that time in superfreaks when i said that katherine heigl is fucking hot. i am totally the 14 yr old girl who's in love with her favorite tv characters from shows which aren't coming back next year and who are going to take my virginity without giving me pleasure. bastards. but everything will be all right with a few more pretty pictures. mmmmm....
Posted by michele at 10:15 PM | Comments (29)
busy buddies
on saturday when kristen and i were driving home from santa barbara, we pulled over at a rest area to use the, ahem, facilities. and when we got back in the car i was a little tired to start driving right away again so we decided we could rest just a minute before getting back on the road. we got to talking, as we do, and then we thought, since neither of us has REALLY kissed a boy before, we should teach each other how. well, a kiss turned into touching each other, and then we fingered each other and started rubbing against each other, almost causing orgasms. when i see her now, i don't really think anything of it, but i've never said a word (till now)--and neither has she.
did you think i was going to go on discussing the sex? well think again. this little bit is adapted from an honest to god sent in cosmo girl secret the youth of today. good lord.
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i actually contemplated expounding on the sex but felt a little wierded out by it since i myself was involved. it's different from the time i wrote about erica having sex. i'm still trying to forget i did that really. i've pretty much blocked whatever it is i wrote out of my head. although i do remember something about breasts. oh gross. shudder. nobody ever ask me to write them porn again, ok? seriously.
ummm anyway, speaking of shocking truths revealed! i give you irish baseball!
Posted by michele at 09:44 PM | Comments (5)
June 09, 2003
work ethic question
ok so i'm sort of looking for a rapid response to this question from anyone who cares to chime in.
if my boss, who is a bitch, says that my department can't pay off vacation leave like the rest of the campus does and that instead of working till my last day and then having my vacation time cashed out and ADDED to my paycheck, i have to take the number of vacation days which i have left BEFORE my last day, is it ethical to then say that in addition to the 5 days of vacation leave i'm also going to take my current leftover 4 days of sick leave? this would make my last day next tuesday. what are they going to do if i tell them i'm calling in sick the last 4 days i'm supposed to be working? fire me? whatever bitches. but seriously, how bad of an idea is this? i need opinions other than my angry own.
Posted by michele at 03:23 PM | Comments (23)
June 08, 2003
at heart my underwear says, 'bye, nuala'
the whole nuala moving thing was kind of unrealistic to me until about half an hour ago as i was tearing thru berkeley singing loudly along with ben folds 'you better watch out because i'm gonna say 'fuck,' you better watch out because i'm gonna say 'fuck,' you better watch out because i'm gonna say 'fuck'... 'FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK,'" on my way home from san francisco dropping off kristen after having driven all the way to santa barbara and back in one day. but about half an hour ago i realized fully that she's moved away. far away. again. which has happened before obviously. as we've both moved far away at times. though i think she wins hands down for that time she moved to london. that was pretty damn far.
i started realizing it when i had to hug her good bye; when i figured out how much i was actually going to miss her. but then i pushed the unpleasant thoughts to the back of my brain for about 5 hours while kristen and i talked about things like summer fling cosmo kid quizes, taking motorcycle lessons, and clit-teasers (i still like to say 'cock-tease' even when referencing a girl doing it to me. it fascinates me how i'm more ok with the word 'cock' than i am with the word 'clit'. i think it's jason's fascination with the word which has predisposed me towards it.)
anyway, for those 5 hours there was too much dirty talk going on to think about how the one person i have seen consistantly 5 days a week for the last year and a half is no longer here. it's pretty bad when i couldn't even make it thru more than one day of work without her before i gave notice at my job. but seriously, i've become completely dependent on her being there in the car with me on the way to and from our hated jobs, at the movies with me seeing terrible films (although she has a higher level of discrimatory power than me, who sees everything), picking up dinner when we're starving, picking glass out of our hair when i get in an accident, bitching about work and people and life and buffy and terrible books and good books; but mostly just being with me and around me. what am i going to do without her right there? a large part of my life will change, is already changing. and it makes me sad. it makes me sad too that last night was her last night here in the bay area for who knows how long and i didn't even spend it with her. well, that makes me more angry at myself than sad. but still.
ducky, i miss you already. piggy, we need to just *test* drive around at midnite more often.
love,
muppet
Posted by michele at 02:26 AM | Comments (13)
June 06, 2003
miss liberty @ the weddings
as most of you know i am going to two weddings this summer. my ex-boyfriend's and my cousin's. this is a cause for concern because they are two weeks apart and both in the northwest. the main thing i have to worry about is the clothing options. i love clothes.
both of these weddings are during the day and both are outside-ish. i saw this article today from msn.com and learned that bare shoulders is a no no. HA. what about bare asses people? don't think i won't do it. well, ok true i wouldn't do that. but these shoulders of mine are going to be bare as a baby's bottom. (yes i will be wrapping huggies around them for the day. crap those are white! i can't wear white!) and men (ahem jason and jacob ahem) are supposed to wear seer-sucker suits. a great name for a suit. almost as good as six hour sex on the see-saw at the sea-shore. i told that wrong. i should have written it down like kati vol did. =P
anyway as my blue hair with stars stuck in and red and white dress was booed by the masses, i'm not sure what to do next. maybe it's time to buy that pvc dress i've been eyeing. maybe erica and i should make our own costumes--dresses, i mean. dianna, what are YOU going to wear?
will my tried and true method of wearing lingerie to all major functions serve in this situation? i don't see why not.
Posted by michele at 03:47 PM | Comments (22)
belief
when baggity-baggity-o-branny tells you he is bringing Ireland to baseball, he does not fuck around.
kristen is wearing a ring lately of an owl to remind her to be wise and silent. and i found my ring of two people having sex and have been wearing it lately to remind me to be sexual. what does this tell us? that kristen and i place a huge burden upon our jewelery? or that i can't rhyme? ok i think other things are telling us about my lack of rhyming ability. ahem. mean.
Posted by michele at 11:45 AM | Comments (5)
June 05, 2003
firefly
besides myself and maybe jenny, i don't know anyone who watched firefly. what the hell kind of joss whedon fans are you people? anyway, i saw this today on nerdgirl's page and decided to share because i thought it was cute. i also went and made my own little southpark version of my bro. but then it wouldn't let me save the picture and i got irritated. he was holding a beer and everything. gorramit.
hmm i found this article on angel/the end of buffy too which was good and interesting, if you are a fan.
Posted by michele at 01:39 PM | Comments (5)
73 tunnel rd
what is up with 73 tunnel road? i drive by there every day on my way to work and it has been vacant for like a year and a half. for a while it had a for sale sign but then that too went away. but no one's moved in. can i move in there? i love that house. i want to understand why it is so still and silent and lonely waiting though. where are the owners? why do they not move in with the hustle and bustle and putting up of knick knacks and curtains? why not install a big four poster bed and shiny pots hanging in the kitchen? such a great house completely wasted on emptiness.
i want someone to find this and answer me and then GIVE me the house. chances of this happening? very low. i will try posting on cragislist about it too though. maybe someone will see it and know something.
Posted by michele at 09:41 AM | Comments (7)
June 04, 2003
ahem
and people wonder how i write so many posts. sarcastic scoff.
interested in salam pax? of course you are. who isn't? read this. do you think the man is cashing in on his success or that it's true? it's a question. however i am curious about salam pax writing for the guardian. damn that boy is fast. i just went to his page to get the link for it and he already posted about this article on slate. heh. I AM BEHIND THE TIMES!
more importantly than war references. kim told me to read jon carroll's column in the chronicle from yesterday which i did and from which i was directed to this webpage. PetOffice is one of the most brilliant japanese things i have seen in a while. the translation! the horror! good times.*
"i am a frog"
*i just noticed looking at it from work that viewing today/on a Mac is different from when i looked at it yesterday at home. the translation was much funnier yesterday. maybe it has something to do with the Mac though...hmm..odd.
Posted by michele at 08:51 AM | Comments (0)
301! 301!
301! 301!
Posted by michele at 08:37 AM | Comments (0)
post number three hundred
i can't quite bring myself to be actually excited about this being my 300th post. 100 or 500 or 1000 or 2000th comment, sure. but 300? that's boring. that's like turning 17 after having turned 16 while still waiting for 18 and then the big of 21.
still, 300, that's a lot. that's a lot of inane writing, occasional funny, whiny brat, and weepy reminiscing. ah blogging, what are you good for.
Posted by michele at 08:36 AM | Comments (0)
June 02, 2003
the boy the man
jason's coming home! jason!
he'll be here thursday in time for baseball. =)
Posted by michele at 07:46 PM | Comments (9)
holy crap
i did it. i totally just did it. i sent an email to the boss and co-boss telling them that i want to quit at the end of june. I DID IT YES I DID IT QUITTING QUITTING QUITTING!!
i would, um, like to take this space to thank, SINCERELY, kristen, nuala, and jason (for an hour and a half today), who have put up with me dithering and questioning and rethinking and being a complete pain in their respective asses. and also marina who read voluminous correspondence about it. and really all of the rest of you who have suffered thru my tirades and stupidity about this dumb ass job. now if only they don't kick my ass tomorrow and tell me that i can take my resignation and shove it and that i shouldn't bother coming back the rest of the month because fuck me anyway who do i think i am. and my basic insecurity reasserts itself...i don't want anyone to be really ANGRY with me...
Posted by michele at 06:14 PM | Comments (11)
the italian job
first off, let me say that it is truly absurd how obsessed i am with seth green. that said:
seth green seth green seth green!!!
this movie was pretty fucking sweet in my seth green obsessed opinion. he had good lines, a cute smile, grungy cute clothes, the longest eyelashes ever, and a made up dialogue by himself impersonating handsome rob hitting on becky. sexy fucking little bastard.
the car chase scenes were fun. the speeding little mini's were sweet. marky mark was good, jason statham was handsome, mos def was adorable, and charlize theron plays vulnerable sex appeal to perfection. on the flip side there was edward norton who is not a very convincing villain and had hideous facial hair. i still love him, but jesus that goatee was awful.
it wasn't suspenseful or scary, but it was an enjoyable time and is good on the big screen. plus some beautiful shots in venice if you're missing the good old days in europe.
(just look at that adorability. ahhhh.)
back door lover mmhmhmhm doo doo da doo. hee hee hee.
Posted by michele at 11:16 AM | Comments (2)
down with love
(saw this movie a while ago and lazily have not gotten around to reviewing till now)
note: i think it's important and i forgot to include it initally, but this movie is directed by peyton reed, the same man who directed 'BRING IT ON.' i think that should be a little telling.
if only i could watch ewan mcgregor stride around in those clothes with that smile for 2 hours and be completely content my life would be so much easier. however the plot, writing, and acting of renee zellweger threw me off and into a distaste for this movie.
it's in the way she walks with the ass swung as far as possible to each side with every step. in the way she holds her hands up like a small squirrel will begging for food. in the way she talks with that irritating high pitched lilt. i just cannot bring myself to like her. except when she's got some weight on her bones and is playing bridget jones'. and even then it's all mostly about the colin firth.
there's this great plot twist in the movie. i won't give it away. but it almost ALMOST makes up for the sheer trite tripe of the rest of the movie. for like 30 seconds after it's revealed i sat there dumb and gaping going, 'well hell, this movie is practically a jeweled gem all of a sudden!' but then it slid back into another 20 minutes or so of stupidity and i lost my affection for it again.
the fact that they were trying SO HARD to make a cart grant old skool type romantic comedy but in color and without the innocence of those days was just lame. the scene where ewan and renee are on the phone and are simulating sex with the split screen shots was funny, don't get me wrong, but also just too contrived.
ewan was great. david hyde pierce was hell of funny, brilliant comic genius of a man. but on the whole down with love (about which i was very excited) was rather a disappointment. due to the complete lack of special effects or big screen budget, i would recommend rental over paying full admission price.
good lord, do you think that's his wife? she's adorable!
Posted by michele at 11:00 AM | Comments (2)
i am precious, could i be your girl
the funny thing is that i seem to always keep parts of my life a secret. i like secrets. i was also nervous to write about this here because 1) it felt a little too unreal to be true and speaking of it would have either popped it like a bubble or made it all too true and i don't think i was ready for either of those possibilities. 2) i wasn't sure if my cohorts knew of this page's existence/read it at all and didn't want to say anything in case it backfired on me for some reason. but now i realize that it is real and it might be happening and i can write about it here if i want as long as i don't use anyone's full name to confound search engines.
last year i took a class online on film theory thru this co-operation between ucla, the austrailian national film school, and some british film school conglomerate. it was fun and i wrote papers and watched films and did a lot of discussing on message boards and in the weekly chat room. some of this i have written about before on sushi.
anyway, within this class i hooked up with 3 other students to form a production company called S22. we've been meeting in chat rooms once a week since to talk about business, financing, scripts, directors, acting talent, etc. and now, NOW, we have a book turned into a screenplay, an interested british director, potentially 3.5 million dollars, and maybe, MAYBE, this man.
i'm still holding out for jomathan rhys meyer for one of the main roles, but everyone else is skeptical since he is supposedly "big" now. bah. he is indie, foreign big, not US big and if you're not US big you're still gettable in my opinion. ...hmm apparently he's going to be in an adaptation of 'vanity fair' with reese witherspoon. the man is on the cusp of bigness, dammit.
i am ashes, i am jesus...
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