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November 30, 2003
today was a good day
and here's why.
1. looked at lots and lots of pretty photos of s&m with kim.
2. had thai food lunch with kim which included fried banana and coconut ice cream.
3. got to work in the vip room again. but with cort this time. and sure he ain't no varekai acrobat, but for a 6 foot 4, 20 year old boy he's nothing to scoff at.
4. ate a ton of beef on sticks, brownies, eclairs, and lemon bars.
5. sold a shitload of expensive crap. (this always makes me feel good. since it is, after all, my job.)
6. took a ton of beef on sticks home.
7. randomly met up with curtis on the freeway and played speeding leapfrog all the way home while blowing kisses in the tunnel. this exercise was slightly dangerous as speeding in tunnels while not watching the road is never a good idea.
8. have the next 4 days off. (welllll, except for school.)
ANNNNDDD, i got into the MAPS (masters of pacific asian studies) at the university of san francisco, starting in january! yey for going back to school! i haven't heard back from the MBA program yet, but hopefully i will get in there too and then i will have the whole concurrent degree dual program thing going on. useful degrees! wheeee!
the one bad thing that happened today is that i found out partially what happened to punk. the asshole white trash bastard next door, whose daughter was punk's original owner, cat-napped him. quite possibly he has now dumped punk somewhere in the wilds of martinez. that fucking asshole. who the hell does shit-face think has been feeding punk, taking him to the vet, letting him sleep in a bed? i am so mad at him i could pound his face in. if only he wasn't a convict drug dealing male bigger than me. i hope social services takes away his bratty, bitchy excuses for children and puts him back in jail. along with his jail-bait/bird girlfriend. fuckers. (now even if he has brought punk back safely and is just currently keeping him confined to their tiny in-law next door, i will still not forgive him. because i hate him. and always have.)
deep breath. i apologize for my strong language. sometimes i have to freely express.
Posted by michele at 12:48 AM | Comments (8)
November 28, 2003
shounen aaaaaaaaaiiiiii-kira!
punk (jesus christ) has been missing for nigh on a week now. he is currently considered dead. last night i had horrid dreams about finding him and he had multiple long bleeding cuts and this section of his abdomen which had been cut out in a square and then put back together. i felt it was the kitty equivalent of stealing a kidney and putting you in the bathtub on ice. i hope really that he's not dead and will come back soon. though i can't imagine where he is gone off to.
i got a speeding ticket this week. now i am unwillingly obeying traffic speed limits, and i chafe under each and every one of them. occasionally my maniacal need for speed gets the best of me and i zip past slow, obnoxious cars before berating myself back down to their very level.
i got this new japanese animation show on dvd called 'gravitation.' i watched it all in one night till 6am, giggling in a paroxysm of glee the whole time. at borders 2 days ago between stints in the theatre i discovered the manga equivalent and jubilatingly bought the first one. now that i've finished it, i actually got up early this morning so i can go buy the second one on my way to work. 'gravitation' is a shounen ai story (which means male-male love). i myself am delightfully embroiled with love for these gay, gay fellas.
happy thanksgiving! i love sweet potatoes!
Posted by michele at 11:54 AM | Comments (2)
November 26, 2003
serving beef on sticks
last night i rammed the size 2 tapered needle thru my earlobes and now i have super sweet glass tunnels. the hole is not big enough for my finger, but is still sizeable. i am so pleased! i might have to stay at this size. though i might concede going up to 0 just to have it be zero. (erica, if you want me to do your 4's, lemme know. cause you can have mine now.)
tonight at work, i got to be in the VIP tent. the VIP tent is heated, full of comfy furniture, has free food, and very few customers. it's kind of like heaven. including the part about being very boring. the highlights were the bamboo shrimp tree, chocolate dipped strawberries, and some visiting artists from the varekai show. bee-you-ti-full. oh man. this one guy--italian, dark brown wavy hair, cheekbones, accent, whole nine yards. he talked to me for a while at the register about zumanity and cabarets and i almost passed out.
Posted by michele at 12:09 AM | Comments (5)
November 24, 2003
pony gwen
i kind of want to see the photo exhibit of eric kroll's at the shooting gallery in san francisco. does anyone else want to go? i could go saturday afternoon before i have to go to work. around 12 or 12:30?
press release
sf chron review of show
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jenny + baby fuck-face
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November 23, 2003
un-truth
the thing is that i want them to be true so badly, i refuse to admit that they're a lie. so maybe, even if i am pulling a kristen, if i work really hard i could still make everything i write true.
cute usher wasn't at work today. but i'll let you know what happens tuesday.
i'm contemplating going braidy again. the $800 suddenly flooding my bank account is making me feel rich.
Posted by michele at 09:51 PM | Comments (2)
cute usher 2
me: so...how many transsexuals do you think are in the show?
cute usher: 2.
me: clever boy. what stage are they in?
cute usher: female on top, male on bottom.
me: and technically that would make them...?
cute usher: hermaphrodites.
me: ya-hoo bingo. you win a prize! do you think we could both fit in one of the toilet stalls at the same time?
and we could. and we did. thank goodness for handicapped bathrooms and 30 minute breaks on 2 show days.
Posted by michele at 12:06 AM | Comments (46)
RIP Jonathan Brandis
i had the hugest crush on jonathan brandis growing up. and today they found him dead in his home and were calling it suicide.
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November 22, 2003
cute ushers
drew: i should have known you, the white girl, would end up going for the white boy.
me: well, what do you expect? he's so beautiful he makes my toes drool.
pause.
me: on reflection that doesn't sound so appealing out loud. and he's standing behind me isn't he?
drew: yeah.
cute usher bends over and kisses the side of my neck below the ear.
me: if you...(shudder in deep breath)...if you ration that out as a reward, i'll be really good.
cute usher: how are your toes doing?
me: soggy, but incredibly happy.
cute usher: well then, i don't know if i'll be able to control my kissing sprees.
Posted by michele at 12:31 AM | Comments (5)
November 21, 2003
other
on the fateful night described below, i also had two other musical related dreams. one of them was a real nightmare and the other one was pleasant.
the nightmare was that we were filming with a whole bunch of extras and had asked all our old friends from high school and college to come and join us. they in turn invited additional old friends of their own and most all of them were flying in. i, for some reason, was in charge of all the arrangements and picking up everybody at the airport. laura handy had 7 extra friends coming and they were all flying in from different places around the country and their flights all got in at various times. i was trying desperately to make everyone get in at comparable times so i wouldn't have to go to the airport so often, but it just wasn't working and i was so frustrated.
the pleasant dream involved a bathtub. and some action. two things which did not happen simultaneously though, since i was in the bathtub wearing a bathing suit with my husband's brother and then later was in bed with my husband. mmm bathtub dreams.
Posted by michele at 11:25 AM | Comments (0)
happy birthday, gene!
(i'm sliding in a little late here as i just made it home.)
so, the last time i was at musical filming (like 2 weeks ago) i had crazy ass nightmares about filming all night long. and in one of them birthday boy figured prominently. the script called for a character to walk away with a twinkle in thier eye. and you, gene, couldn't figure out how to film this. i was trying desperately to explain the look and the backwards glance over the shoulder with a close up on the face concept to you, but it just wasn't flying. finally i was like, "we'll just add a twinkle in po-pro, ok?!"
why we had to have an actual twinkle for a metaphorical "look," i don't know.
my point here is that, even though you're a whole quarter of a century now we can always edit some things out with po-pro. so when you get those wrinkles and grey hairs, have no fear. po-pro will help you if you fall and can't get up. po pro will be your walker with tennis balls on. po pro will be your pee tube.
happy slightly late birthday!
Posted by michele at 12:19 AM | Comments (2)
November 20, 2003
looking for something to protest? protest me!
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November 15, 2003
hmph. kerplunk.
i went and saw alegria the other day with my free pass. like a get out of jail free card, only the circus. and, i have to say, that the circus does not pass muster. i take back every word of encouragement i have made to go see it. totally not worth the millions of dollars you have to spend on tickets and parking. liggity LAME. well, except for the music. i am a huge fan of the music. it is in my head constantly. i will hate it within another 2 weeks, i am sure. but the circus itself is kind of boring. there's all this shit with clowns that just goes on much too long. and there's this whole 10 minutes before the intermission that is a complete waste of space and makes no sense. stupid clowns. some of the acts are really good. like the russian bars, the trapeze artists, and the hula hoop bendy girl. hmm, and the trampoline people. but the juggler i saw kept dropping balls! and there's just no storyline to follow. and the strong man is dumb. although, yes the fire dancer is both muscle-y goodness in a speedo and talented, the circus as a whole is not as entertaining as it could be.
i think this is because it's one of the older shows and is suffering from its antiquity. because varekai which i saw last year was AMAZING. and it's only like 2 or 3 years old, whereas alegria is like 10 years old. liggity old. (ha ha! i just re-read my varekai post. it's awesome. ah, what a year can do.)
tonight while waiting for the tent to empty of people so i could go home, a boy in green/yellow track pants was experimenting with a hula hoop. velma, xandri, pretty girl whose name i don't know, and i almost died because he was doing the whole hip-swivel-thrust hula hoop action and the boy had no underwear on! it was scandalous. i laughed so hard. and we all had to kind of turn our backs to him. except velma who just watched outright with no shame. xandri had to leave the tent and was frantically whispering into her walkie talkie in gloating glee.
also, i just realized today that i have to work on thanksgiving! now, sure i don't eat most thanksgiving foods, and can no longer eat turkey, but still. liggity you know.
Posted by michele at 12:34 AM | Comments (7)
November 10, 2003
the matrix revolutions
initial reaction to the third and final installment of the matrix movie: the feelings of a small child who has stubbed her toe and dropped her ice cream. which translate to angry sobbing and crushing disappointment. i just walked into my brother's room as he is planning on seeing it tomorrow. and i just looked at him a while--in defeat knowing he would see it anyway and a sense of resentment for this 24 additional hours of purity he's still got left.
what happened to this trilogy? what happened? why didn't they just let it stop at the first one if this is what they're going to put us thru? when i saw the matrix for the very first time i walked into the parking lot a new girl. it completely rearranged my head and the way i thought. i loved it so much i didn't even have words. the second one came out and i was duly impressed, but not joyous. not overwhelmed. and now this. this which just makes me want to scream out, "WHY?! WHY?!" underwhelmed is a serious understatement. ("i know you can be overwhelmed and underwhelmed. but can you ever just be whelmed?" you know it's bad when i'm quoting 10 things i hate about you rather than discuss it.)
what is good about this movie? almost nothing. the very end of neo and agent smith's fight i will give due credit to. well not their fighting so much as the whole clever deletion aspect. it's sad when the other good part about a movie is the machines. the only other thing which i thought was really good was the sentinels in the dock. they fucking stole this movie. which wasn't hard with such abysmal acting and writing to contend with. metal calamari with no vocal cords kind of had an unfair advantage in that respect.
what is bad about this movie? the fact that it was one long fight scene. the fact that the writing stank. the fact that trinity DIED. the fact that cool martial arts were seldom used and lots of metal machinery replaced it. the fact that zion people are irritating. the fact that they changed oracles. what happened to her? i'm sorry if she passed away.
uuuurrrrrgghhh anyway whatever. i'm going to stop thinking about it now. maybe i'll even try to see it again. i could like it better next time...i'm sure. it's just so hard to accept that the incredible innovation and creativity that went into the first one has lost so much lustre and become my dirty dropped ice cream cone.
this is my one-hundredth movie review on this page. none too shabby.
Posted by michele at 08:38 PM | Comments (13)
runaway jury
the jury which runs away with you! i would run anywhere with a jury made up of john cusack and rachel weisz. so yeah this movie is a john grisham book/movie which makes it not so great. but cusack, weisz, and dustin hoffman definitely make it work for me. sigh. such cuties. hoffman has some appeal. i wouldn't sleep with him but i would run away with him. he's so wacky. nuala had a harder time seeing his appeal. but nuts to her. the plot wasn't bad, even at times clever. and they all did a great job acting. i really saw this a long time ago and was slow on the review uptake so that's pretty much all i have to say.
Posted by michele at 08:30 PM | Comments (0)
November 07, 2003
jason, you're getting old
the two songs of "getting old...take your clothes off!" and "i am so hot in here, i'm gonna take my clothes off," are currently getting a little mixed up in my head. but either way i think it's a message. a message to you jason, to strip down and dirty to your birthday suit best. happy birthday! let's be naughty! sorry!
so you're like what? 24 now? i think you're 24. if you're not 24, well then....you should be. join the ranks. i mean really. get with the program.
how's it feel to be potentially 24? good? kind of indiscriminate? 24 is a dumb year, i'll tell you right now. i don't have much left to go in mine and so i'm speaking from experience. soon though i'll be able to rent a car without the pesky service charge, which i can then hold over you who is always renting cars and paying thru the nose.
jason you are a great friend. you always make me laugh and sometimes i get to visit you in jersey. there's used book stores and family guys and some truly terrible movies. there's watching you fling mac and cheese into bill's tuba (TUBA) and watching you eat rice and peanut butter from the jar. there's listening to you coo at kittens and listening to you expound on middle eastern literature with a map to back you up. we've been thru a lot, a lot and i love you. happy birthday!
Posted by michele at 11:00 PM | Comments (15)
November 06, 2003
i repeat myself.
see the station agent. the station agent is good. gooooood.
kris, i took pictures of ellie's stomach for you. at one point during the movie she grabbed my hand and put it on her belly and i freaked out. lucky for me the baby didn't kick at that point because s/he had already stopped. freaky little parasite zygotes.
first night at the circus? fun. lots of standing up, standing around, standing standing, smiling, standing, being asked the prices of things that i sure as hell don't know the prices of, having to ask nathan to scan things for me to learn the prices, getting shot at with rubberbands by nathan, talking to erin, standing, laughing at dante, standing, 30 minute break!, standing. you get the picture. i worked from 12:30pm to 10:30pm. and except for that half hour break, i stood the whole time. i can tell you right now that all i want to do is work the VIP tent which is heated and has tasty food and rich clientele. i can also tell you that at some point there's an employee discount day and everything is 40% off. so if you want any hella expensive circus gear, lemme know. also if you get a chance and have money to burn you should def go see the show. and if you come, maybe you will see me standing there!
Posted by michele at 11:19 PM | Comments (3)
the station agent
fucking amazing. honestly. such a great idea and really intelligent writing with the pathos and the serious and the comic. sigh. so good. i am completely in love.
all right, now that i've said how much i loved it i want to confess how hard i find it to write about this movie without going straight to hell. because, what is this movie about? it's about a midget. only, not a midget, ok? a "dwarf". and he works on toy trains in the city (hoboken! jason! see this movie!) and then he moves to the country (although what part of new jersey is not the country? come on. new jersey. garden state. i did a report in 6th grade, i'll have you know.) and he lives in an abandoned train depot that he inherited. makes all sorts of friends. great friends. great. and that's pretty much it.
but see he's a dwarf so there's all this dwarf slander and ill will and staring. and who does that? jesus. i feel no need to stare at dwarfs. they're not that exciting. fascination aside, i've really never had a point to my obsession of involving them in every game of balderdash. it's not a real obsession. it's one of those fake ones. i'm just a big fat faker. heh. but now i've got to consider the point of sex with a dwarf because of course they bring it up. and it's fascinating.
fin and joe are sitting on top of the train in the yard talking, ok? and it goes a little something like this:
joe: can i ask you a personal question?
fin: ok.
joe: have you ever had sex?
fin: yeah.
joe: with a normal size chick?
fin: yeah, with a normal size chick.
joe: what about a chick your size?
fin: i don't want to talk about this.
joe: what? why?
fin: joe, i just don't want to talk about this.
this is both titillating and sad. on the one hand it brings up the whole question of, what is THAT like? and would it count for a couple's exotic sex pact? but then also the fact that fin either had sex with another dwarf and it was bad or has never had sex with a woman his size and was upset by that. i don't know. i don't know what it was but it was kind of terrible.
the movie on the whole though is just really, really sweet. the three main characters of fin--the taciturn dwarf, joe--the loud-mouthed heart of gold traveling food cart vendor (even if at times from a distance he resembled vin diesel to me, i still love him), and olivia--the distressed middle age woman were just all PERFECT. they build a friendship and become family. plus they're funny. this movie had some incredibly funny lines. made even more funny by deadpan delivery and the quiet lead-up. i'm trying to think now of some of said lines, but out of context they're really not as funny. package deal! see the package! i highly recommend this movie. it's good good good!
Posted by michele at 10:58 PM | Comments (2)
November 04, 2003
"We are the chick, the World is our egg."
i've kind of missed the boat on getting my act together to see the premiere of matrix revolutions. this makes me sad. i was so excited last time. there was themed underwear and friends to wait in line with. what happened this time around?
recently i re-watched the princess bride. that movie makes me so happy. but at the same time it also brings up a lot of childhood good and bad memories. shona, robi, neela, and i used to pretend to be wesley and buttercup and roll down the hill in front of their house over and and over again. say i was wesley and shona was buttercup. she would push me down the hill and i would scream, "as you wish!" and then she would roll after me. once we both reached the bottom there would be the crawling over and making out section of the event. we did the whole thing where you put the back of your hand against your mouth and then fake kiss with your palms. that shit was hot.
the bad memory i have associated with this movie comes about in relation to the sand traps in the forest. i had this dream after an early watching of the film wherein i was buttercup and i fell thru the sand. the thing was that it took a while for wesley to reach me and in the meantime there were a lot of skulls and bones and really disgusting sand fish in there. every time i go a while between watching this movie i'll become convinced again that they show buttercup in the sand pit and you see the bones. but then, that never really happens. i still find it really traumatic though and hate to be reminded of it. ugh.
Posted by michele at 11:09 PM | Comments (1)
November 01, 2003
alegria
knowing as i do that you have all been terribly nervous and terribly irritated by my lack of job, i wanted to let everyone know that no longer must you curse my name every morning when you get up and work for 8 hours a day! because i got a job!
yes, it is true and i start on wednesday. and i will be working for the circus! circus people!
before you begin calling me a carnie, i would like to clarify that i am not working for just any circus, oh no, but the top tier french canadian cirque du soleil circus. so you should make sure to throw in some aboots when you pronounce "car-nay".
this is admittedly a job which will only last me thru dec 22. but at this point i don't care. money money money. circus circus circus.
the show i am working on is alegria. you can read more about the little circus kids going to school in trailers here. ahhhhh! it's no zumanity, but that's ok. (why did we never go to that? let's go!)
Posted by michele at 09:40 PM | Comments (8)