wise words, friend Jason. Wise words indeed. Bible-Thumper.
wise words, friend Jason. Wise words indeed. Bible-Thumper.
today in my online film class we were discussing the role of femme fatales in
film noir. and the teacher was asking some questions about female power and whether there were females in popular media today who were good “role models” and he asked,
“Taking Urs’ argument to modern media: Powerpuff Girls – three 5yo girls who are essentially adult females in child female bodies who fight crime and fly around and “stuff.” Are THEY good role models?”
and i said:
powerpuff girls are not good role models. all of the evil characters
are male and all of their “guardians” are male except for thier ineffectual teacher. the girls themselves therefore are still dominated by men. and they have no sexuality to speak of.
and he said:
Do you REALLY want to see sexualized 5yo girls?
and i was like eek! dood that’s not what i meant! i was comparing with gilda and the lady from shanghai and how the femme fatales base their power in their sexuality and there’s no way to compare them with the aesexual powerpuff girls! sigh. i somehow always manage to stick my foot in my mouth in film class chat session.
this morning, one of my bosses was talking about how james brown was going to be playing at this fair in, (i think), vallejo, and i was all excited and said, “really? james brown?” and she said, “girl, you don’t know nothing about james brown. this is james brown we’re talking about. not one of the backstreet boys.” and i just kind of looked at her. and she was saying some line from one of his songs. (can’t remember which one.) and so i said, “get up offa that thing!” and they all laughed and laughed. fucking bosses who think i don’t got no soul. i am brim full of soul! i am a soul-sista!
but then later my boss jeanene asked me while i was copying things if i ever listened to “journey” cause she is going to see them. i was hard pressed not to fall over laughing at her. she is brill i swear. she’s also pregnant. and was talking about some heavy metal bands too. whoo. something else. and at the copier too.
p.s. possibly some of you have noticed, but my movie reviews page has also been converted to MT and is underneath the links on the right side of the page. it also has comments feature so you can make your own comments both on the movies/my reviews of them. thank you soo soo much to gene for setting that up for me. 🙂
p.p.s. a new webpage blog has joined us to fight the good fight against all things bad: fat-free wheat thins, drool, and miniture poodles. so everybody say, “hiiiiii katie….” and “happy mousing.”
Bring on the Needles.
As some of you know, I have been thinking about getting a tattoo for a while now, and now that I have this handy dandy comments feature I am going to canvas for opinions on what I should get. Yes, even YOU, get a chance to weigh in with your two cents. FYI, I want a word that is two characters long so that I can get one character tattooed on each wrist on the outer edge (underneath the pinkie). And I will be getting it done in black, cause color fades and screw that shit. See below for links to what the various words look like in Japanese. And have a nice day.
1. ocean water
7. falling star
Note: Of course I might find some other one I want to do, and you should feel free to offer suggestions too. And ummmm yeah….. ok then. 🙂
Well, I have done a great service to the Cement Horizon community and have made a page with pictures of Doug’s new house in Eugene, OR for you all to go and look at. this was mainly based on the fact that some people were curious as to what it looked like (Jason and Marina) and I felt that potentially others might be curious too. I know I was curious and therefore raided Jacob’s computer to see the pictures and have now stolen them all for your viewing pleasure. (Sorry Jacob) But really I don’t think he’ll care since he kept offering to show them to people anyway.
To be honest I feel like I should talk about “how it makes me feel” to see pictures of my ex-boyfriend’s new house that he is buying with his fianc�e. How does it make me feel? Well…..none too shabby I spose. I mean…don’t get me wrong. it would be nice if I bought a house someday with my fianc�e/boyfriend whatever but I sure am glad I�m not doing it right now. And after we’d been going out for two years and I began to be very afraid of that kind of thing actually happening to ME, I admit that I ran away from that big of a commitment. admittedly my treatment then of him was not so good as we kind of stopped speaking and that still makes me kind of sad sometimes. Because Doug was/is super cool, and really funny, smart, and nice/sweet to me (even though I don’t think I ever saw a flower on any of the trite holidays or random romantic days.) I do have a pink dog with hearts on his feet though. Grin. But that is another story.
Anyway enough blather. I hope that Doug and Lisa will be really happy in their new house and have fun going to grad school in Eugene and all that jazz. And also I kind of hope they don’t ever read this page. Ever.
PS. Erica does not understand moral codes because she is a slut. FYI. Apparently.
So today I was over in purchasing, and we were talking about ass-kissing brown-nosing suck upping (because of my number 2 interview with the French/comp lit dept. and yes that is number 2 as in I gots to take a #2.) And Bible-Thumping-Mary was telling me a story about this rich aunt of hers that wanted to leave her a lot of money but when Mary was going to marry her husband Nat who is black, the aunt told her she would cut her out of the will if Mary didn�t bow to her wishes and kiss some ass. Mary of course being completely unwilling to subjugate herself said hell no. And the aunt cut her out of the will and (this is the kicker) said, �I guess you�re making some OREOS.� And Mary replied, �Yeah, you want a batch?�
Man but oh man. I apologize to all my devoted fans for the complete lack of updating that has been going on with this sushi page. I am a slacker. And also I was out of the state. And then I was back but excessively tired. Hell I am still verra tired. But I am making the attempt anyway. Grin. Lucky you all.
So! Last Wednesday I flew out of SFO at fricking 6:25 in the morning. It was hideous. The horrible-ness of it was compounded by the fact that I barely made it onto the plane due to my own stupidity and forgetfulness in leaving my wallet in my purse in the trunk of Erica�s car which Jason drove off in after dropping me off. I was panic-stricken. I called Jason�s phone like every 2 minutes for a fucking hour. Where was that boy is what I wanted to know. I in fact still do not know where he is cause I have yet to ask him. Anyway, I finally at 5:15 gave up on trying to get a hold of him and called to wake up Jacob (sorry Jacob) to ask for Richard�s cell phone #. I then proceeded to try to call Jason�s # a couple more times before sucking it up and trying Richard�s. Who ALSO didn�t answer his phone. Man I was practically in tears. Finally on the second time calling Richard, he answered the phone (I felt so fucking bad he was so asleep) and I made him get out of bed and check to see if Jason was home and then made him leave a note on the door. Richard-you are a fucking saint. I swear. You are my hero. Jason eventually came home and called me back and then drove all the way back to the airport for me and got there at like 5:55. I rushed thru all the lines and got to my gate just as they were boarding the group of seats before mine. Holy shit. That was a traumatic morning.
P.S. in the meantime of me calling Jason over and over again, some Russian dudes who needed help with a phone card approached me. They did not speak very good English. They came back and I had to help them purchase tickets to Denver over the phone. It was so cool! Russians! Named like Vlad and Mikhail. Crazy ass shit. Anyway, I got them on a flight and a return flight and sent them on their way. They were so in love with me.
Ok this is a long ass posting. So I will shorten the next little bit. Made it to DC, hung out with Patty and Colin (Patty is an intern at Marina�s office and Colin is her boyfriend), ate, went to a bookstore, got picked up by Marina, went to Marina�s house, showered and went to bed. On Thursday..hmm what did I do on Thursday�..? We went to see Men in Black 2, had a BBQ with Marina�s fam at the house, and went to the National Mall to see the concert and fireworks. Aretha Franklin, baby. Oh shit it was so cool. I was SOOOOO so happy. Happy Michele smile. Friday�went to Tower Records (where I got Cirrus, Jimmy Eat World, and Norah Jones) and to the Freemason Temple Museum place. That place was wacky. Wacky, I tell you. I still honestly don�t understand all about freemasons, but whatever. Maybe I will do some reading up on them and update more about it later on this week. And after all that fun we went out to dinner in old town Alexandria with Marina�s family and took a boat tour of the Potomac river. On Saturday, we went to the Smithsonian Folk life festival, which was really awesome and decked out with tents, musical jamborees, food, crockery making, paper making, jewelry making, etc. But there were so many people! I was all claustrophobic. And whatever the fear of large crowds is. It was icky. Icky icky icky. But I still liked how it looked with the crazy ass Asian inspired structures and wacky Mongolian music. Whatever. So after that scary venture into the huge masses of people, we went to the zoo to see the non-baby pandas. They were like teenage pandas. But they were so cute and fuzzy! Oh pandas! Back to Marina�s house, got pizza and rented The Majestic and How High (why did we rent the latter? I don�t know. It was awful. Don�t anyone see it. Ever.) Then on Monday after 3 HOURS OF SLEEP, I flew home. Long ass plane ride. Me stuck in the middle seats the whole way on both flights where once again they didn�t feed us anything. But my mommy picked me up and took me to the Cheesecake Factory. Oh cheesy. I ate so much food I almost exploded. It was hideous and delicious all at the same time, as most of my trips to an eating establishment are.
Ok I apologize PROFUSELY for the length of this update. I�ll try to update more frequently now that I�m back from this latest vacation. And maybe Gene will give me access to moveable type soon and I�ll potentially be able to update at work in which case life will be much better for one and all.
Ok and I know I had a point with this link originally but I have no idea what that point was now. But it�s still funny. Maybe I was trying to tie in with Kristen and playing games or Gene and banning things from schools.
Ahhh! I am so irritated with myself right now. It is fucking 4pm and I have done nothing so far except lay in bed and read, lay in the bathtub and read, and now sit at the computer and read stuff/write this. This would not bother me so much if I didn�t have shit to do. I have to return stuff to Mervyn�s, I have to get a rolly suitcase from my mom for my trip to DC (more about that in a minute), and I have to do my homework.
�Homework?� most of you will no doubt now be questioning. Yes, homework. I am taking this online internet class in film theory/appreciation. Why didn�t I tell anybody about it? I don�t know. I am very odd. My point it though: HOMEWORK! And am I doing it? NO! I�m writing this and berating myself for not going to SF for the gay pride parade. Which, when Kim called me on her cell phone to see if I was there, sounded like mucho fun in the background. But I was sadly still in the bathtub and Jason, Jacob, and Richard were already there somewhere. This is what I get for being lazy and bathing till I am prunish. (Ahh I just found that link for it and saw that Ian Mckellen was there! Man! I love him! Shit monkeys. Grrrr.)
So about DC, Marina called this morning while I was bathing too. (morning = 1:30pm.) why I wonder do I always get so many calls while in the bath? It happens more often than one would expect. I have in fact talked to the majority of my friends while in a bathtub at one time or another. Off topic. Marina said that her dad is very nervous about terrorist attacks, (he in fact works at the Pentagon and is rather high up militarily speaking), so possibly we are going to be forbidden from going to see Aretha Franklin et all sing, about which I am so fucking disappointed. Although obviously I would prefer not to get blown up or shot. Apparently we have to wait for a decision after his security briefings on Monday and Tuesday to find out if we get to go outside or not. Huge SIGH. In lieu of being at the Mall itself, we potentially will get to watch the fireworks from his office which has a perfect view of all the monuments. I told Marina to ask if we could at least maybe try to hang out on the roof. I suppose then there�s the potential for fallout or something. Who knows. We shall see. And we still get to go to the Silk Road event at the Smithsonian on Saturday, which looks like�s it�s going to be spectacular.