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April 30, 2006
you and me, cat, you and me.
didofoot and her lad's recent trip to the berlin zoo put me in a fervor of reminiscence. the thought of touching a baby black panther caused me to remember that time i petted a cheetah. i don't know why i was petting a cheetah. or what foolish zoo officials were allowing my 10 year old self to pet a cheetah. but the fact remains, that i did pet it, and somewhere there was photographic evidence. i turned the house upside down and inside out looking for this photo. i made my mom help me. we found nothing. until yesterday. yesterday when i was moving stuff from the guest bedroom back into my own bedroom, i discovered a photo album hiding underneath one of my boxes. a photo album with the most sublime image in it ever to be seen by cat-loving freaks such as myself.
as you're all, no doubt, aware, my cat-loving nature was ingrained at birth. i love all fuzzy things, but cats, perhaps, the most. our relationship has suffered bad fashion, mauling, more bad fasion (will i never learn?), potty humor, interior design, sleeping in unlikely locales (more than once), tight quarters, inappropriate touching of underage cats, stitches, meals, homemade homages and machine mass produced homages and through it all we've remained the best of friends. as didofoot would put it, "nature's best friends". so, here i present to you, me and my friend, the cheetah.
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April 29, 2006
librarian in training
i spent 12 hours today seperating all my books into categories, alphabatizing them, and putting them on the bookcases that i moved into my bedroom. at one point jolie called me and i had to admit what i was doing. there was a shocked pause and then laughter. which preceded my own shocked pause and then squeals of delight when she revealed to me that her dad just hung out with flava flav for a week on a cruise in mexico. they bonded over "the man" keeping them down at the craps table. flava flav and jolie's dad, brilliant.
i am now, justifiably, proud of my organized library. or at least, mostly organized library. there's still half a bookcase of books i haven't read in the tv room on a 4th big bookcase. but fuck them. they deserve to be ostrasized. plus i ran out of room 3 shelves ago. i took more pictures of my developing bedroom and put them in the photo album of the painting pictures.
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looking at strippers! getting angry! going to bed.
i have, of course, written previously about looking at strippers online. and, before, no one took any of my helpful suggestions. i have a sneaking suspicion that i will be blockaded this time around too. or cockblocked. you know, something rude. first these stupid boys ask for my help and then they have no follow through. i put in all this work! making spreadsheets of cost analysis and picking out the cream of the stripping crop. and all this work? it is for naught! they can't afford this bachelor party! and they'll probably refuse to let me come along! again! fucking boys! i am so pre-emptively angry because it's 3am and i've been making a spreadsheet!
who, you might be wondering, am i doing all this work for. it is for chris r., anthony/(chovy)'s younger brother, who's getting married sometime in june. tony is the best man. but tony is also the best ADD man. thus, my brother is somehow the default best man. why isn't curtis the best man? he's chris' best friend. whatever. with my brother being DBM, i have become the actual organizer.
i am currently on a mission to convince them to get 3 strippers for 3 hours, charter a yacht in the bay for 3 hours and have it include dinner, an open bar, and gambling. rent cars and pay me and someone else to be the chauffeurs and rent a hotel suite to end up in after the cruise and get more drunk in and then pass out. my current total for all these expenses is $5,640.00.
...the fact that i reached this number with a spreadsheet totally makes it more palatable, right? urgh, i'm going to bed.
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princess raccoon
i'm going to completely steal what i already wrote in an email for this movie's review. totally cheating, but i am doing several of these in a row and it is 3am.
it was fucking bizarre. it would do these weird jump-cuts and it made no linear sense. it was all sort of staged like a kabuki/no play too and so it was all these big stages that looked like stages, with set design and everything. and then they would sing and then it would turn out to be magic or a dream and they'd be back where they were before but not really there either. and the princess tanuki kept dying and being brought back to life by this "frog of paradise" who sang in a high pitched girl-voice, "riiiiiiiibbbbbbit! riiiiiiibbbbbbit! believe in kanon!" so while there it had some boddhisatva action going on it also had italian and portuguese catholics at other parts.
odd? yes. zhang ziyi singing in japanese? not so believable. joe odagiri, the male lead, though is adorable. he was also just in this ninja movie i bought on ebay, 'shinobi', which is excellent and he is awesome in. ninjas!
jason and claudine fell asleep during it though. my friend candy and i kept looking at each other going, "what the FUCK is going on in this movie? was that really funny? i just don't know." and rachel was giggling at parts that i could tell she thought were funny but which i was suspicious of. possibly it was more parts where zhang ziyi was inexplicably speaking in chinese, and rachel is chinese so understood those bits. the italian and portuguese catholics spoke in italian and portuguese and no one understood them.
on the whole though, i enjoyed it. it was very pretty visually and it was odd enough to hold my attention without being too odd to make me irritated.
Posted by michele at 03:01 AM | Comments (0)
art school confidential
the first half of art school confidential was really good. the second half was predictable.
plot: boy goes to art school to meet the model of his dreams. boy meets girl. girls falls for more jock looking boy. boys make art. girl models for art. people get murdered. art students get lambasted. wacky string of coincidences occur (not so wacky because by this point it's predictable) and boy takes the fall. girls decides she loves boy after all. jock-boy goes back to his wife. presumably. it all turns out to be a movie within the movie. sort of. well, that part's lame.
i really liked the first half. it was funny. i dislike how zwigoff lives in san francisco and daniel clowes lives in berkely and neither of them came. lame-asses.
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adam's apples
by far the best movie of the international film festival that i've seen.
plot: a violent neo-nazi ex-con gets sent to a church for some rehabilitation time after serving time in jail. the church priest is demented and has a brain tumor which he should be dead from. also at the church are 2 other ex-cons: one who kidnapped and raped women and one who steals regularly from the statoil gas stations. the story follows adam, the neo-nazi, as he attempts to fulfill his rehabilitation project--baking an apple pie from the apples in the tree by the church. this is made difficult by 1) his generally violent behavior, 2) some old testament plagues, and 3) his ex-employers coming around and shooting people.
likes: the humor, the innovative story, the backstories, and the character development. really those last two go along with the second one.
dislikes: the cat gets shot. really, really violent movie. much more so than i was ever expecting.
conclusion: maybe i need to see more european films at this festival and less asian films.
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April 28, 2006
pictures of the last week
for the last week i've been house-sitting at the larson's where i had a sushi party, went swimming in the freezing cold pool, got quite sunburned, and the dog ate away more of the door. sigh. but as i've been there and not at my own house i've fallen a bit behind on picture uploading. so this morning i put up pictures from the sushi party, painting my bedroom, and my brother's roommate's new puppy.
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April 22, 2006
a hectic but ultimately satisfying evening (there was pie)
winner: kentucky
1st runner up: california
2nd runner up: georgia
3rd runner up: ohio
4th runner up: florida
tonight was the miss usa pageant. an event which i find to be both fantastic and dreaded. fantastic because you're betting on beauty queens and calling them horrific names and dreaded because, well, have you seen a beauty queen lately? did she have all her ribs or her original breasts? no. she really didn't. honey, eat some pure lard. please.
this year was a great triumph for marina. a triumph at least in terms of winning. but it was her method of winning which caused great doubt to be cast on the overall success. first of all she had a spreadsheet. but more importantly, she had an intern who helped create the spreadsheet. no one else had a lackey. hell, i don't even have a job. and jason IS an intern, so you can see how he would have some issues with the subservient labor-ness of it all.
on the other hand, i had 4 in the top 5 to marina's 5 out of 5, so i'm not really complaining. obviously all those hours of not having a job and surfing missusa.com really paid off. erica, interestingly had the same 4 as me. but she wasn't physically present at christine's so it didn't count. suck it, erica, just suck it.
of course, the most important prize in my win was not making erica suck it, but being given jolie's left-over seseame beef. jolie, you are my hero. i only could have been happier if i'd been in pajamas, instead of a bridesmaid's dress, like carolyn. oh carolyn, ye of the wise, wise dressing. i performed stunt driving when i left as i desperately tried to undo my bra and rip it off. because i have all my ribs still and that underwire was crushing them. cursed dress-up clothing.
ilka called kentucky as the winner at the very beginning but foolishly hadn't managed to put her on his list, so he had to berate himself all evening. matt kept hoping that new york would make a comeback. i'm sure if she had just pulled her weave out of the way and pushed the play button she could have hyper-drived right out of her paused bottom 36 position. jason managed to rank his last 2 choices in the right order and so technically did sort of win, but happily we went with the most winners in the top 5 approach this time and i graciously re-accepted the tiara which was already nestled in my upswept 'do.
at the end, i finally remembered that i brought my camera and we made ilka take pictures of us. he gamely snapped away as we attempted to stop laughing at our mimicry of the final, super tense, moment of miss usa 2006 where california pulled kentucky into this strangly erotic position and held her there. she probably knew she wasn't going to win and wanted to cop a feel while she had the chance. more power to you, california. respect.
and peace out.
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April 14, 2006
Prince and Me 2: Royal Wedding VS Dungeons and Dragons 2: Wrath of the Dragon God
| Royal Wedding | Wrath of the Dragon God | |
|---|---|---|
| Bad sequels to equally bad movies | Check | Check |
| Has Julia Stiles playing a leading role | No—though she was in the first one | No |
| Stars an actress you’ve never seen before in your life but are now watching in a double feature, back to back | Her name? Clemency Burton-Hill. Her nationality? British. Where has she been all your life? Not in any good movies. | Movie you see her in 3 days later? Supernova with Luke Perry and Tia Carrere. How sad was that? Pretty damn sad. |
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April 11, 2006
a non-katherine heigl isabelle
on our trip to monterey, erica and i discovered that we were both harboring a secret desire for lingerie. "garter belts," we shrieked at each other in glee, "i must have one!"
for me this desire was brought on by 1) recently reading Micah, the newest Laurell K. Hamilton book about Anita Blake (vampire executioner and necromancer), and 2) wearing thigh high panty hose to an interview and wishing i had something sexy to hold them up with. this interview, mind, was on a high school campus which basically meant that i was shivering with ill-disguised desire the entire time. just think about how much more involved my fantasy life could be if i was wearing a garter belt.
i don't know why erica wants one. hopefully her fantasy life does not involve her kindergarteners.
today we went to a boutique in berkeley where isabelle, a crazy accented foreigner, determined erica's bra size and pushed her breasts around. i hid in a corner trying in vain to cling to the garter belt fantasy, which was hard in the face of the possibility of a stranger touching my chest.
but this is the age of the internet, not aquarius. and i will get a garter belt, i will, i will.
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April 09, 2006
"saunter on, smiley man"
our trip to monterey started out innocently enough this morning with me being 20 minutes late to pick people up. by the end of the night, however, we were pretending to be tiny cock mountain climbers in need of baked beans for the campout.
how did we get to such delinquency, you might ask. well, i think it started when i suggested people should go fishing for fudge in my cleavage. from there it was a logical progression to the fetish of being little tiny people having sex and exploring the body of your lover in minute detail.
you might start out at the toes, being all, 'you're so big. and i'm so wee. i'm just going to start here with this little tiny toe and move my way over to the big toe. then i'll have to take a break for a bit because i'll be a little tuckered out.'
after the break, you'd start up again, but you'd only get to the knee before you needed to set up camp and pitch the tent. at which point, it might become incumbent upon you to call up top, 'can you send a can of beans down here?' in a tiny little tinny voice. to assuage the hunger of being such a small sexual explorer only a fourth of the way up the body. and also to be a little bit of a brokeback mountain referencer.
today was a good day. a day of sunshine spent looking at fishes, otters, and octopi. i pet starfish and bat rays. the bat rays were kind of fuzzy even, so that was satisfying. there was lunch and dinner, a bookstore and fudge. and much driving with silliness by all four parties involved. and now there's some pictures too.
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April 08, 2006
pussy confusion
i learned many fun facts this evening of debauchery. fun tidbits which i will now share here.
1. the make-out room makes really strong drinks. like seriously crazy strong. i had one rum and coke and was pretty damn drunk. admittedly i had only eaten one bagel today. but still. erica fared no better, but also hadn't eaten.
2. matt peed on the street again. but not tonight.
3. talking about oral sex in front of your parents is ok if you're a stand-up comedian. i decided to try it when i got home.
me: so mom, the other day this guy was licking out my pussy...
mom: must have gotten a hairball.
me: (pause) well, i do try to keep it nicely groomed, so i don't know...
mom: well, i know her fur is very soft, but moo cow is still a cat.
me: uh, i think we've got our pussy wires crossed here.
4. if you have an angora rabbit DO NOT, under any circumstances, harvest its fur, make it into yarn, and create hats. this is just not something i'm prepared to accept. i put up with a lot of weird behavior from my friends, but if you give me a rabbit hat, i'm holding back my hair weave and spitting in your mouth.
5. the last sentence in #4 might make more sense if you watched 'flavor of love' on VH1. i haven't watched it. erica and matt can do some truly *interesting* impressions from it though.
**no cats or rabbits were harmed in the making of this blog**
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April 07, 2006
international film festival
and the final entry in film festival season is upon us: the international film festival. where mostly what i want to see is asian films so it's much like the asian film festival. good times. if you're interested in seeing any of the following or anything else that strikes your fancy in their line-up, let me know. i am always looking for film festival friends. especially since i've edited this list down from the 37 movies i first chose. there are definitely a lot more movies i'd love to see. i mean, there's a documentary on al franken's book tour, pornography from japan and taiwan, a doc on jonestown, a japanese movie about an old gay rest home, a movie with shu qi, carthusian monks, giant buddhas, heart transplants, a film by zwigoff with the other writer from ghost world, and cockbyte.
Princess Raccoon
Wednesday April 26, 9:30pm, Castro
starring zhang ziyi as a tanuki (uh...it's a raccoon in japanese myth who can turn into a woman to lure travellers) there's singing and dancing and a love story.
Executive Koala
Friday 28, 10:30pm, Kabuki
a japanese businessman with the head of a koala working for the rubbles pickles factory. i mean, HELLO, this has the most brilliant premise ever. KOALA-HEAD. plus, it's compared in the description to the happiness of the katakuris. the best japanese musical about murdering mayhem ever.
Solo Dios Sabe
Sunday 30, 8:45pm, Kabuki
diego luna. DIEGO LUNA, PEOPLE.
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Prairie Home Companion
Thursday 4, 7pm, Castro
robert altman's latest picture. need more be said?
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April 02, 2006
top 5 reasons why i like matt
5. after very little work i found a slightly embarrassing photo of him on the web.
4. he totally snitched the 'right stuff' rule to me.
3. he happily cheated at munchkin at my urging.
2. he's irrepressible.
1. he called me a whore to my face. and we've only met twice!
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