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September 29, 2003
today i investigated my belly button. i wish now that i had not.
today in class, i devolved into a middle schooler. as did most of the rest of the class.
see, there's different characters for all the sounds in the japanese language. and they have lines of sounds which are similar. one that we were discussing today is called the "ha" line. it's all the "h" sounds, and goes "ha, hi, fu, he, ho." then you can add this thing called "ten ten" to the characters to make them "b" sounds. in addition you can add a "maru" to make them "p" sounds. "ten ten" is two vertical slashes on the upper left hand side of the character and "maru" is a small circle in the same place.
the things is, when you add the circle "hi" and "fu" become "pi" and "pu". coincidence? i think not.
Posted by michele at 11:17 PM | Comments (0)
pork me ninja: the comments
people COMMENTED on the ninja porn! i am so totally delighted.
also, i just re-read it. so many spelling errors. i am ashamed.
Posted by michele at 12:37 AM | Comments (1)
scabies survivor
i had this other webpage. the scabies one. which was the first one gene gave me before i moved over to sushi. and now gene is moving everything from the east coast to the west coast and clearing stuff out in the process. so i am rescuing all that i care about from the scabies webpage to go here so that it can be deleted. i decided all i really wanted still on the internet from there was our haiku contest page. so here you shall find haiku war transplanted.
(it's really long so i am making it an extended read)
(gene, feel free to delete scabies now)
AAAAA-CHOOOOOO! HAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKU!
jacob=sexual dogs, gene=scabies, michele=blow jobs JACOB AND MICHELE = WAR, FULL OUT VICIOUS WAR WITH NO CASUALTY LIMITS, NO NEGOTIATING, NO FRIENDLY FIRE, NO ROASTING OF MARSHMALLOWS AT THE FRIENDLY FIRE, NO GAMES OF "FIND THE SOAP" IN THE LOCKER ROOM, NO PEACE--ONLY WAR.
out of sheer boredom. both with work and discussing gayness. i am starting a new page. a contest page! so the contest is to submit haikus and then we'll judge them (group effort) and then the winner will get a prize. i welcome prize suggestions along with haiku submissions. however, let's be honest it's not going to be much of a prize. my thought so far is that maybe for the winner(s) s/he/they could request a favorite dessert and i could make it and we could have a party. a dessert-eating party. cause who doesn't like dessert, right? the problem with this is obviously marina and jenny who live too far away to have a dessert eating party. so we would have to come up with a different prize if one of them won. which we could do. i have faith in our ability to come up with prizes. could always send cookies or something too. or brownies. or cake with the frosting in a can. whatever. hmmm...or also i just got some discount tickets for marine world. we could go there. and ......everybody could chip in to cover the winner's ticket. once again damn you marina and jenny. and gene. and anyone else who lives far away. who would actually submit a haiku in the first place. well anyway let's not let me get ahead of myself. no prizes need to be decided on until i see if anyone actually sends me a haiku.
(i knew i could count on jacob. the one person who is possibly more bored at work than i am.)
Discussing the gays
They trip the light fantastic
Everyone's jealous
-jacob
Soft white flakes drift down
Piled up drifts fell a tree
Life in dandruff hell
-jacob
Soft tongue probes an ear
Panting excitement, hot breath
Dogs are sexual
-jacob
wax build-up invites
my savage licking frenzy.
no one calls me dog.
-michele
i must make dessert.
meaningless, my life, this game,
i cannot win pie.
-michele
Jacob's brain don't work
I can feel my mind going
You damn dirty ape
-jacob
Jacob bored at work?
Haikus take thirty seconds
Their joy lasts forever
-jacob
August months drip sweat
Winter finds me icy cold
The life of a crotch
-jacob
Birds twitter in trees
I contemplate rolling hills
Tube tops and hot pants
-jacob
Sexual haikus
Consistent theme with Jacob
Dangerous at work
-jacob
Whispering warm breeze
Soft grass lifts me towards the sky
Wolves devour squirrels
-jacob
Sticky, salty, wet.
Oozing, coating private flesh.
No, it's not butter.
-jacob
Jesus-looking guy
Gets a hummer from a nun
Son of God snowballed
-jacob
marina could date
and blow jesus looking guy.
why does she refuse?
-michele
Scratching itchy skin
Parasites now eating me
Scabies make me sad
-gene
jenny fucking nick
no fuck and i will be sick
come on jen, suck dick.
-michele
(oh shit i'm so sorry about that. i was trying to rhyme and it just came out.)
Michele's dirty mind
Wishes Jenny oral sex
Someone is jealous
-jacob
fellatio sucks
never again with some lucks
not even for bucks
-michele
Michele's a bad sport
One should give, thusly receive
Spirit of Christmas
-JACOB
Slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp
Inappropriate haiku
Makes Michele saw "ew"
-jacob
ew ew ew ew ew
ew ew ew ew ew ew ew
ew ew ew ew ew!
-michele
Nonsensical words?
Paronomastically, you
waste away the days.
-Kim
Cosby lied to us,
There's always room for Jell-o?
Not in bronchioles
-jason
Jenny, suck Nick's dick,
Suck suck suck his dick dick dick,
Nick's dick, a fine place to lick.
-jason
(oh, shit, I'm sorry about that too, but I was trying to rhyme "lick" and "Nick's dick" and it just came out)
musical nonsense
papa's tasty pizza crusts
friday night, okay?
-kristen
cake is so yummy
cheese cake, angel food, carrot
cake- I eat them all
-kim
insane alcohol
it's the BEST kind of party
dancing with lamp shades
-kim
You were born today
Birthday is a joyous thing
Closer to the grave
-jacob
eight years till thirty
better start making babies
the clock is ticking
-michele
vote for me! I will
buy you all a tasty whore.
(gender of your choice.)
-kristen
oh michele ma belle
something something french something
french, michele ma belle
ineedyou ineedyou i neeeeed you
that's all i needed to say
iloveyou iloveyou i looooovvve you
-michele's secret admirer/michele's figmentative imagination/michele's invisible friend/ michele's sub-conscious desires/michele's pathetic life.
I do not think so
even if nick were still here
I do not give head
--jenny
Cheaters can suck it
Playah hatin' my mad skillz
Moral victory
I'm talking to YOU, Ms. 10,000 votes.
-jacob
with ten thousand votes
you can suck my fucking cock
moral vic. this, bitch.
-michele
This foolish contest
Makes a mockery of art--
I wish I could win.
-jenny
Yes, Nick is long gone
But all hope is not yet lost
He is coming back.
-jenny
Nick is coming back
But still I will not do him
Unhappy Michele.
-jenny
Why should I do Nick
When I could be having sex
with eighteen year olds?
-jenny
click here to see the poll results for whose haiku was the best.
click here to see the poll results for what the prize for the winner was. (although erica won by getting the porn story sequel. but maybe everyone was a winner in that case.)
Posted by michele at 12:09 AM | Comments (3)
September 28, 2003
pee is less funny when...
so when i said that jokes with pee were always good, i didn't mean to include when it's unflushed in the toilet with TP hanging out the side, or on the bathroom floor WHICH I JUST CLEANED. i hate some of my brother's friends.
grrr. argh.
Posted by michele at 11:50 PM | Comments (0)
September 27, 2003
"are you being snippy with me? god is snippy."
(completely unrelated, jacob have you heard of this movie?)
i just watched this new show called joan of arcadia about, you guessed it, a modern day jeanne d'arc.
this show bothered me on many levels. god appears in human form and wanders into her life and tells her to do things. god. being all chatty. god. then he takes a different form all the time. but one of the first and so far longest running ones (there's been a total of one episode so this isn't saying much) he takes is that of a cute high school boy. to fit in while talking to joan. this immediately made my brain jump to the conclusion that she should have a crush (which she even admits to). he should reciprocate. there should be smooching. but no, because he's GOD.
but they've raised my expectations for high school romance now. i can't be satisfied with this god character next showing up as a middle-aged, african-american woman masquerading as a lunch lady and wearing a hair net.
this show is just wrong. the final straw came when i realized that john ritter's son, jason, is playing joan's older brother in a wheelchair. it's like capitalization. only really not. fuck this i'm going to bed.
Posted by michele at 04:05 AM | Comments (13)
once upon a time in mexico
i love sneaking into movies. so free! and exhilarating.
i expected this movie to be better after the praise my brother heaped on it. but it was kind of a let down.
once upon a time in mexico is a sequel to desperado, which itself followed el mariachi (which had different actors). i wish i could give a plot synopsis of ouatim, but sadly there was none. if anything the story was, "mexico is not as weak as you think. fuck off and let us handle our own problems." seriously. this movie had, as far as i could tell, almost NOTHING to do with the previous one.
they followed some of the same conventions in pacing and story telling. ie at the beginning someone walks into a bar and hears a story about the legend myth man of EL mariachi. but then this one just went all to pieces with too many plot elements to follow, too much double crossing, and too much 'revenge'. and whose fault can all these problems be laid at the feet of? johnny depp. his character was trying to mastermind this whole coup to stop a coup to have his own coup, that everything became mushy like pea soup. and similarly opaque.
on the other hand, johnny depp was brilliant as ever. and even said, "savvy" which he says all the time in pirates of the carribean. ahhhh the man really only plays one role. and he does it so well.
antonio banderas just goes around shooting things and being all noble. people who died in desperado are alive and well. a new bad guy has popped up and has a past with selma hayek's character. completely out of the blue. she herself is hardly in this movie. it was all kind of flighty.
plus enrique iglesias is in this movie. he's a son of mexico you know.
some good lines by depp. "are you a mexiCAN or a mexiCAN'T?" that's really more racist than good. "fuck you." "fuck off." i like it when he swears. the whole movie he just speaks in english to all these mexicans and then tells them to fuck off. the first time he speaks any spanish is to say "no se" (spelling?) which i felt was ironic. in a good way.
in conclusion, this movie is a piece of mexican propaganda (the three mariachis save the day under the auspices of being "sons of mexico" and the fading images at movie's end are of banderas kissing a sash of the flag.) canned politics was an interesting direction to take an action sequel. but apparently robert rodriguez (the man behind the spy kids franchise [1, 2, and 3]) had something to say and he was going to cram it in come hell or high water.
Posted by michele at 03:51 AM | Comments (3)
the rundown
the rock, seann william scott, and christopher walken. which of these does not belong? sadly in the rundown all of the above applied. even though i hate walken because he scares me i have to admit he is in a whole other league in terms of cinematic appeal than a wrestler and the walking shit eater grin. crap i am all talk. i totally find the rock appealing. it's the way he kicks ass. and sws besides being mentally retarded (that actually casts an aspersion on retarded people which is totally unfair) somehow scrapes under my irritation radar and makes a comfy home in my heart. damn him. i am weak.
this movie is not so bad. it's not so good either though. the rock is a "retrieval specialist", or bounty hunter, who is sent to get SWS from the brazillian forest. he is sent by sws's father who is mob-like and mad at him. the rock is confronted with the despotic ruler of some corner of the forest in the person of walken who doesn't want to let SWS go before he finds this fun ancient artifact crafted entirely out of gold. goooollllllddd. there's then a romp thru the jungle with meetings of monkeys and small rebel armies. since this is brazil, they have the nation's dance fighting craze utilized to brilliant effect. they're like spinny devils of pain! i wish i could do that.
fave line (delivered by the rock): are you threatening me with pee?
pee is a wonderful thing to make light of in my book.
walken also does this humorous turn where he tries to explain the tooth fairy to some non-english speakers/silly american tradition cultural wastelands.
note: this is the terrible movie i went to see for post-rejection release. i don't know what i was thinking. luckily i then snuck in to see once upon a time in mexico for a johnny depp fix.
Posted by michele at 03:19 AM | Comments (0)
September 26, 2003
'van's leaving, she's gaying' *
ellie: we need to become more than just movie lovers. we need to be real lovers.
me: oh ho ho, do not taunt me, demon lover. you turned me down once, don't think i will succumb to you again. especially now when you're 5 months pregnant with another's child. i know when i've been one-upped in the contest of seed implantation. do not think to practice your rounded belly wiles on me.
* this title derives from the episode of buffy the vampire slayer (#6, season 4) where oz leaves. on the commentary done by joss, marti, and seth, joss says that line because after oz leaves the show willow turns gay. it was bizarre listening to the commentary which was recorded at the end of the 6th season because #1 seth doesn't even watch the show anymore, and #2 joss and marti were disturbed watching willow be straight.
at the moment my life revolves around picking which television show to watch an episode of next. i've currently got going on: buffy, angel, family guy third season, cowboy bebop, and 12 kokuki. this is a lot of television on dvd. watching buffy all at once is weird because before the amount of time between episodes made everything seem more compelling. it's still mesmerizing but i react to it in a completely different way than i did when it was actually airing. except for the second season which i watched entirely on tape during school holidays anyway.
the thing is that in the early years the whole tragic buffy/angel relationship was a lot more fraught with desire and tension and pathos. now it's just like angel can't act other than like a dumb stone with no facial expressions. and riley! i actually am finding myself liking riley now, whereas before i hated his guts because he was replacing angel. i'm terrified of getting to the season where dawn comes. what if i start liking HER next? my whole world is crumbling. admittedly my whole world is centered on the inanities of one tv show--it's not much of an existence but it's all i've got.
Posted by michele at 01:50 PM | Comments (1)
money
i was just reading about the california anti-spam legislation and am curious as to whether we would all be eligible for restitution. and how would one go about that anyway? i want money for all the stupid spam mail i get.
i had a job interview this week. i did not get the job. i am depressed now and perforce must go see a really stupid movie at the theatre. which makes me pissy. depressed and pissy. this is not good.
Posted by michele at 01:37 PM | Comments (0)
September 25, 2003
matchstick men
well.....nicolas cage first off. the man played a character with many irritating psychotic tics, the thing is that he did it with style. yes, style. he kind of makes you like him. mostly just because of the human interest with his daughter (played by allison lohman--so adorable) who is clearly happy to be around him. sam rockwell, on the other hand, is a god. the man has to do nothing but stand there with that smirk on his face and a hat pulled down over his eyes and i melt. completely melt. add to that the fact that at one point he wore a cowboy hat and claimed that all the ladies love it. and we did. we did love it. swoon.
for those of you unclear on the concept i'm saying that i love sam rockwell.
at the beginning of that previous sentence i was trying to write that i would give a synopsis of the film for those who hadn't heard of it. but i got sidetracked. i apologize. roy (cage) and frank (rockwell mmm) play partner con-artists. and roy is a little mentally disturbed with agoraphobia and issues with dirt. it comes out that roy has a daughter (lohman) and getting to know her makes roy a little more laid-back. frank and roy then go after this big mark and that is the second, tumultuous half of the film of which i want to give nothing away.
i thought the film was going to be a lot more high-paced with action, but it turned out to be more of a human behavior piece on father/daughter relations. which was nice and they did a splendid job, but still.
lohman was great. rockwell was a little too glib, as if sometimes he wasn't even trying. cage was good, but then sometimes he would completely lose his tics. at which point i ceased to believe he was playing a character and was just hanging around being chummy.
the plot twists were good and the end of the movie irritated me as i felt it was vaguely unnecessary how they decided to tack on the final shots.
on the whole it was good, but due to the lack of anything big happening the theatre is not required for viewing this movie. therefore i would recommend waiting for video.
Posted by michele at 09:28 PM | Comments (0)
September 19, 2003
requi(t)em
last evening i went out to do my laundry in the garage only to discover a dead lizard on the floor. i was immediately struck by the obvious creulty to this poor deceased reptile being left to lie ignonimously on the cold ground. resolving to do something about it, i put my clothes in the washer and promptly forgot.
several hours later while going out to transfer the 2nd load to the dryer, i remembered the lizard. upon opening the door to the garage i startled a raccoon at the water bowl. closer inspection revealed the lizard in the water bowl. his neck was folded down upon his stomach as though someone were using him to wrap a very small present secreted in his adam's apple. this, it occurred to me, was even worse than the previous situation in which i had done nothing.
unfortunately i got distracted by the adorable pointy chin of fuck-face as i hand fed him kitty treats (defying all logic--flavored chicken & cheese in the shape of a mouse.)
it's now much later that i remember the lizard at all. and at this point--what is the point? karmically speaking i've probably already regressed into the negative for my consistant avoidal of the (disgusting) situation. most likely the lizard will get to come back as a bird or something, whereas i will be lucky to attain lizard status myself.
Posted by michele at 02:43 PM | Comments (5)
underworld
i just went and saw underworld, and damn but that movie is sick. it has everything a girl could want. vampires, lycanthropes, guns, semi-impressive new technology for fighting the above species, love. AND an exciting and unexpected ending! well, not the whole ending. but the little twist at the end. that was good.
so this movie is about selene (played by kate beckinsale, who has come a long way from her days playing hero in much ado about nothing, you've got to admit), and selene is a vampire whose family was killed by lycanthropes and she was rescued by this old pure-born vampire named viktor who took her in. and she stumbles upon this lycanthrope plot to make a special new weapon out of scott speedman (from felicity. ha ha. but no, seriously, he's not bad in this) playing michael corvin. so the movie follows this war which has been waging between vampires and lycans for 1000 years and thru exciting flashbacks and carefully revealed info we learn the cause of the war, the truth about selene and michael's respective pasts, and the future of the vampire/lycan conflict.
in between the whole movie is this dark imbued cinematography. i don't think they once filmed during the day, they all wear dark colors, so generally the only light things were the moon and the vampire's glowing blue eyeballs when they change.
the fight scenes are not really rave worthy, but they're not bad. since it's almost all done with guns, it's fairly typical choreographing with the added benefit of a few jumps from very high up, and half the opposing forces turning into big ugly werewolves sometimes. but kate beckinsale wanders around encased in tight black leather all the time, and there's nothing wrong with that.
so, if you're a fan of the laurell k hamilton books or buffy, i strongly recommend this movie. it's fucking sweet. if you're against supernatural/occult films then you can go see the fighting temptations.
Posted by michele at 02:02 PM | Comments (5)
September 18, 2003
ieee! oof. nipples.
yesterday in class, i'm sitting there in the corner amidst the Korean High School Girls minding my own business and i glance over at gloria-san and she is not wearing a bra! and her shirt is semi-low cut! i felt like a dirty perv!
later on though i bonded with KHSG in our shared hatred of jesse-the-dumbass-san. this boy....he is so incredibly irritating. i can't even, oh man. he makes me so angry. but in a laughable, you-can't-really-be-pissed-because-he's-just-so-dumb way. see, he really likes dragonball z. he is a serious anime otaku (obsessed fan). one of the ones which overboards into trying to be japanese. so...like me. but way more obsessed and irritating. it's funny how everytime i come in contact with otaku i am reminded that though all my friends think i am obsessed, i will NEVER be a true geek. and that is good. very, very good. i mean, for those of you from UPS, between me and francesco there is really no comparison. and jesse (minus the boom voice) is way more irritating than francesco.
yesterday, for example, we were learning colors and sensei was saying things like, 'oh marcus-san's shirt is white. (my added comment here is that he looked damn hot in it too. oh ho.)' 'this book is red.' blah blah whatever. so she got to black. and jesse was wearing a black shirt. he then held up his sunglasses. then his pen. then stood up to show his pants. then his shoes. forcing the teacher to name each item and say his name and black over and over again.
she did this because she is a weak pathetic excuse for a teacher. he did this because he is an otaku extrovert who wants to be teacher's pet. the KHSG corner + me attempted not to throw our heavy $100 books at his head. thus proving that though some of us might be showing our nipples, and some of us might be looking at said nipples, we are still the bigger people in terms of decorum and behavior.
Posted by michele at 11:13 AM | Comments (3)
happy birthday, adam
lately my brother and i have turned who can sleep in the longest into a game. the game portion comes about because generally there's some kind of leftover food in the fridge and whoever gets to it first, then doesn't starve the rest of the day. it's a funny game since neither of us has the money to go buy food, so really those leftovers are all we've got.
on his birthday, i won for the first time since he moved back in. it was quite an exciting morning. i didn't even feel slightly guilty or bad about ruining his birthday morning like that. that's what weeks of starvation will do to a person though, i suppose.
i feel a little bad now. but i am totally winning again today because he was carousing until 6 am. apparently it is a love/hate relationship. as all good siblings should have. happy birthday, sucker.
love,
michele
Posted by michele at 10:57 AM | Comments (0)
September 12, 2003
ib will get you, touch your head
the 111 minna time of fun which none of you came to was pretty fucking sweet. (note: that "you" excludes kristen, jason, and kristina). 111 minna is the new 26 mix. that place is a nice space i have to say. and my brother was good and mike b was good and the people watching was fun. and i wore light up shoes and my new t-shirt (personally modified. watch out when i suddenly grab the scissors and create interesting lace up designs on my stylus wear. although this time my brother said, and i quote, "this one isn't as bad as the last one." the last one was a tad risque.)
driving home tonight i was coming up my street when i almost ran over 10 or so high school boys who were playing on skateboards in the middle of the road. it's like a convention of hot underage-ness 5 houses away from me. i wish i was brave enough to go down there and hit them up. for sex.
Posted by michele at 12:02 AM | Comments (3)
September 09, 2003
the magdalene sisters
(ahem. hello cody.)
whoa. 1996. fer fuck's sake.
so. in ireland the catholic church set up all these 'asylums' for naughty girls/women called the magdalene convent/order/asylum/correctional facility/whatever. and basically they were places of slave labor where the women were forced to work, generally as laundresses. the last one closed in 1996. this movie is set in the 60's/70's. (i think. it starts in the 60's but then they're in there for quite some time soooo i'm not positive when it actually ends.)
19 fucking 96. insane.
this movie is pretty intense. first off, it follows these girls--4 in particular--who are trapped in the asylum. one is raped by her cousin and sent off by her father, another is in an orphanage and flirts with some boys on the other side of a fence, and the other 2 have children out of wedlock.
they're beaten by the nuns, one of them is forced to give the priest blow-jobs before sermons. when bernadette tries to escape they shave her head and in the process cut up her scalp quite a bit so that her face is covered in blood and there's this shot of her eyeball with sister bridget (sadistic old bitch) framed in her pupil while this gooey, congealing blood is clinging to her eyelashes. it's fucked up. at the same time, even though things are horrible i kept expecting there to be MORE horrible things. i was expecting some serious beatings and some more kinky sex acts. but other than the humiliating scene where the girls are all naked and two nuns are playing a game to pick out who has the biggest/smallest breasts/ass and hairiest pubic area, there's not that much mental anguish performed on them. well, other than the whole being held prisoner and forced to wash clothes.
i also kept expecting some lesbian action to pop up, but sadly was not rewarded in this hope.
this movie is based on the true stories of these girls and it was moving and semi-frightening in its portrayal of that truth. at times it was more shocking and better at plunging the depths of human emotion, but even the sort of dry sections were good. the nuns acting jobs were superb. the 4 main girls wavered every so often. the one i liked least was actually the best actress.
even though i want to say that this movie is super 8 great and that everyone should see it as a lesson to be learned and a moral fibre/art house gem, i have to admit that cinematically it's really not that compelling. it lacks a certain sparking essence which would make it great. it's a little too....both timid in approach and lackluster in true emotion. basically i think it was not directed as forcefully as it could have been and this let down the end product.
Posted by michele at 11:55 PM | Comments (5)
american splendor
have you seen crumb? i saw crumb. i didn't like crumb. i should have known better than to go see american splendor. admittedly, it was less disgusting than crumb, but it was still kind of boring.
yes. boring. i was bored by american splendor. there's nothing really bad about it. nor is it a terrible movie. it's just very slow. and boring.
there's a lot of comic strip simulated visuals where the camera pans and there's cuts and various frames. that's all cool. there's been a definite rise in that in films lately what with all the comic-made-movies. but i don't feel it's gotten old quite yet.
in particular there was this scene where harvey pekar (the actor one not the real one) is giving this soliloquy about phone books and the other harvey pekars who come and go in it while he questions his own individuality/self which i thought was both well written and visually impressive.
i also like how much of an integral role the real harvey pekar played in this movie. he did some voiceover narrator work but then they also did kind of interview scenes and behind the scenes work. there was this one funny part where real harvey and the real toby (his co-worker/friend) are discussing jelly bellies and toby (who is a little giovanni) eats a chocolate one. and the actors playing harvey and toby in the background sitting in set chairs are kind of giggling. well paul giametti (who plays harvey) is chortling. guy playing toby was busy taking off his sweater vest i think.
i'm curious if people who are really into american splendor the comics enjoyed this movie. since i've never read one i have no basis for judgment. i think they would like it, but am not sure and cannot make the broad generalization. ah well, onwards and upwards.
Posted by michele at 11:31 PM | Comments (5)
parry the parasite (current baby name)
today i spent some time at ellie's place in oakland and was shown pictures of the baby growing inside her belly. there were helpful notes printed on the photos which said things such as 'nose', 'toes', 'hands'. you could see it's spine. ellie said that the doctor person also pointed out the spleen. because apparently you can see the baby's spleen in an ultrasound. is it just me, or is that gross? i'm ok with the head, hands, etc, but the spleen? the spleen? i mean, who wants to see the inner organs of something that is growing inside of you? that is just whack. i was even a little creeped out by the spine.
the hands though were cute because they were crossed in front of the face as if they were resting on the forehead. tiny little zygote!
Posted by michele at 11:20 PM | Comments (1)
September 08, 2003
111 minna
dj chuck and dj mike barrett are spinning this thursday (sept 11, i know, i know) at 111 minna (good lord, they have a blog) in san francisco. it will be wicked awesome and you should all come (all of you who live around here). i apologize for those of you who read the webpage all the time since i am also sending out an email notifier. but....i am a supportive little sister and i don't want anyone to miss out on the dancing and the social interaction. =)
the show goes on from 7pm - 2am and is free if you get there before 9pm. after 9 it is $8.
here are directions.
SO, if you have nothing else doing thursday night, please come. and i hope to see some of you there.
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September 04, 2003
sniff....eh?
there are ferret cages in my front yard as i type this. they appear to be moving in TODAY. sob.
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oui oui poo poo
one night in santa barbara we went to this restaurant called chef karim's which is moroccan food. and shit was it ever tasty with the 5 courses and the orange water poured over your hands. these people went all out i tell you. i had these shrimps which were all garlic and spicy for the main course. of course, by the time the main course was served i was already stuffed on soup, bread, hummus, eggplant mash, and this vegetable pastry honey thing. plus there were bellydancers that came out at two separate times and undulated all over the floor. so i was full on that too.
at the end of the meal (here comes my shining moment) chef karim was out serving us some tea and he was speaking in some french and nuala was speaking in some french and he asked if i wanted more and i said, "pas pour moi" and he was so delighted. but not as delighted as me. girlish shrieking! i am SO easily amused.
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meteor garden
you know that show i was talking about in the previous post? the one based off the cartoon hana yori dango? and how it was over $100 and i was itching to buy it but restraining? i found it for $60 and my restraint deserted me.
if i hadn't been keeping exclusively to my house and tv room before this, i sure as hell will be now. good-bye cruel world.
p.s. funeral update: i got guilt-tripped 3rd hand by my uncle david who told my mom that i was the only grandchild that didn't make an appearance. even though one cousin came all the way from kuwait on military leave. turns out this was a lie as at least 3 other cousins didn't come. one of them admittedly is in the peace corps in austria, another is in the coast gaurd in oregon, and the 3rd is doing doctor training in colorado. i, on the other hand, am doing nothing in california. so my excuses are hardly beneficial to the human race.
i picked up adam at the airport last night though and it was fun hearing him talk about these cousins who i swear to god are all under 10 years old but it turns out they're like 18 and 21. fucking freaky. and now he's thinking of moving there too. to pennsylvania. that is so far away! i don't want him to go so far away.
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