edward gorey
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turpentine
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for kati vol
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i just commented on your site THREE TIMES. and it ATE all three comments. i’m bitter now and think the girl in point pleasant (daughter of the devil) has infected your page.
it’s marti noxon from buffy/angel working on it. she’s no joss whedon. i’m watching it anyway.
(the above is the summary of my 3 comments on your page.)
pixel perfect
Categories: Movie Reviews
Quite possibly my current most favorite movie of all time.
This movie was made by the Disney company and I am watching it right now on the Disney channel. Well, right this minute there’s a stupid commercial about another movie they’ve made which is premiering next week or something. It’s about a reality show to find a teenage magician. Damn stupid Disney channel. I’m off topic.
Pixel Perfect is about this band who need an image makeover, so the best friend of the lead singer/guitar player creates a hologram rock star for them named Loretta. So basically it’s that Simone movie except as a rock star instead of a movie star.
Then it’s a love triangle between Samantha (the former lead singer), Loretta (the new lead singer aka the hologram), and ROSCOE. The boy. Roscoe gave Loretta Samantha’s ears! Roscoe screens Samantha’s phone calls! The pathos! The teenage stupidity!
And then it all becomes too much for the unreal Loretta. And she becomes a nihilistic hologram. It’s brilliant! After a big fight with Roscoe, Loretta jumps onto the information super highway where she meets a black man in a hoover truck who tells her that pedestrians aren’t allowed and then shoos away pop-up ads and makes disparaging remarks. She approaches some droids sorting email and they go all flashy red lights, ‘Virus alert, virus alert’, and she’s chased away by pixilated German shepards. This section of the film is pretty much where I fell desperately, despairingly in love.
Ha ha ha! Roscoe’s explaining touch and kissing to her in terms of musical accompaniment. Sadly, her foolish dreams of being able to feel are dashed when they briefly sell Loretta to the music industry, but the heart-of-gold-former-rapper, De Fibb, is going to save the day. Which puts her back in the stupidest visual representation of the “information super highway”, I’ve ever seen.
But the final show must goes on and Samantha (who has been practicing Loretta’s dance moves in her bedroom) wears a wig and takes the stage. And falls off the stage. And loses the wig. And gets a concussion. The jig seems up. Much like the Irish dancer from an earlier audition montage the band did.
Commercials. Another ad for the magic movie. If you could do magic would you waste it on a reality show doing cheap party tricks? This seems inconceivable. Unlike holographic rock stars which I am totally prepared to get behind.
Loretta came back and is asking about the brain seismograph machine hooked up to Samantha. Oh, i can see where this is going. Samantha’s brain looks a lot like Death Valley. And Samantha looks like a grunge, drug-addict. In order to fix this, Loretta “rewires some hardware” and fixes Sam’s guitar so she can play and make grass grow and everything beautiful again.
“You get to be the dreamer, but I’ll always be the dream.” says Loretta to Sam. AND THEN SHE TAKES OVER SAM’S BODY! that’s not ok! Give back Sam! This is creepy. Ha ha, she got struck by lightening!
Why does Samantha look like a prettier version of amanda Bynes? Is Amanda Bynes the poor man’s Leah Pipes?
End of this movie: Samantha gets the boy. I might actually manage to write Samantha without writing Samanthat. And Loretta is a holographic angel singing 2 part harmonies with Sam in the final, final concert.
End result of my love for this movie?: it is pure and strong and I am sending it out on the information super highway.
(get yourself the “music”).
(some quotes and goofs).
blade(:trinity)
Categories: General
this weekend, i went to a new/used bookstore in sunnyvale with anderson and jason. where i bought the book about the curious garden tine forked dog in the nighttime. which i then read over the weekend. it’s very good. the author is all about the inner-workings of asperger’s syndrome and i’m willing to believe he’s portraying it correctly because he’s worked with autistic kids. the bits about maths are good, and the bits about toby the rat, also the colors and the cars and Siobhan. which i find to be a simply wonderful name. and the voice and the descriptions and the pictures. also the idea of the book being about writing a book about doing detecting about the dead dog on the neighbor’s lawn.
at one point though, christopher, the main character, approaches a woman with a kid in a stroller with his swiss army knife open to the saw blade position prepared to slice and dice if she touches him. and so begins the odyssey of the boy-with-knife-can-travel-can-stab story wherein he goes to london and ALMOST stabs, or horribly mutilates, 8 people. this is not ok. i was with him up to the point when he almost killed a baby. sure he doesn’t do it, but he gives you the impression that if someone touched him, his stabbing them would merely be self-defense. scary.
‘where can i buy a map?’
‘sorry?’
‘where can i buy a map?’
‘where are you trying to go?’
‘the train station.’
‘you can see the train station from here.’
‘where is the train station?’
‘you can see it.’
‘no.’
‘here,’ you reach out to point and turn him around and he goes for the knife. stab! stab! mortal wound! gushing blood! he falls down doing the groaning. the baby starts screaming. you keep leaking. he likes the color red though, which is excellent. if your blood was brown (or yellow) you would be so screwed. not that you’re not already screwed. what with the geyser of blood spurting out of the hole in your body.
Saw
Categories: General
When I go into the bathroom to shower, I shut the door. Not all the way mind, because that would require force and also a caring about nudity when I live by myself. So, the door is always just the tiniest bit not stuck in the frame. And I’ll get in the shower, you know, with the soap, and all of a sudden the door will spring open.
For a while this was terrifying. Ghosts, I thought. Or psychotic serial killers desensitiving me to terror so that when the end actually came I wouldn’t even be expecting it. But now I just look out the shower’s glass door at ground level and I can see a fuzzy little white and black body wandering around, wondering what I’m doing.
Moo Cow thinks there should be no doors between us. This apartment follows a ‘Her Castle, Her Rules’, system of management.
Though maybe, it sometimes still is a ghost taking advantage of me thinking it’s a cat and then chuckling wildly up in the eaves while he rattles his chains. Or the serial killer idea, I feel, still has some merit. Because maybe Moosers is in cahoots with him and is the Desensitizer. Or it could be Christine, I suppose, who still has a key to my apartment. Though what her motive would be, I hesitate to speculate.
chilly willy, little weenie
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this morning i woke and went to work for the first time in 2 weeks. it was hard. doubly hard because i kept having to shove cats off my hip all night long and they just kept sleep walking right back up there and flopping down. little bastards. why do they feel the need to perch on the highest level in the bed? is it some sort of odd superiority complex? i just don’t know.
anyway, the office today was a freezer box full of penguins. seriously, the heat on the entire campus was broken. my boss came in to the gold room and told us that it’s a good thing it’s all one system since this means the president’s heater isn’t working either and thus it might actually be fixed soon.
i spent the day typing with frostbitten fingers, wearing 3 layers of clothing, (including my wool overcoat and a scarf), trying to convince myself that moving beyond hypothermia was an adventure. this all came to an abrupt halt when the boss man came in again and told us that we should all leave because it was too cold to do anything. with promises to bring fuzzy slippers and gloves tomorrow, i took my leave of the polar bear cave.
home again, home again, lickity split. already i am in fuzzy slippers and pajamas set to contemplate the composition of little weenies in their buns. the song is both heartwarming and toe tapping while the treat itself is scrumptious.