The Prodigal Poet

469: Well, this hasn't happened for awhile...

2008-07-21T15:07:52Z

Just as I was bemoaning my dry spell and lack of I-gotta-write-a-poem-about-this moments, voila! One hits me and I bang out this... Enjoy!

***

Broken Lamp

Light-bulb hanging by

its own wire. Spiral of

light like a limp wrist.

Sun shining through a

gap in the branches.

Glass sphere which once

encased it. Lying on the

grass beside the black

pole that once held it

aloft. Only slightly

shattered. Grass, dirt,

broken pieces sitting in

the bottom of the bowl.

Not even glass. Plastic.

But so large. And so empty.
*

468: Developments in Cinema...

2008-07-18T13:34:32Z

So, it seems my main flaw (thus far) in reviewing movies is a distinct lack of summary before analysis... must work on that, as if muddles the rest!

Anywho, French Film Festival starts tonight, so I have a big weekend ahead of me, full of more French movies (both current and classic) than I'm sure I can stand... though I've been beefing up for this by watching so many movies, including many random French movies!

And, obviously, I'll want to muse on these experiences, and I'm still so woefully behind on writing up these other movies! So that I don't forget, I'm making a list of the movies I've seen this past month (that I haven't reviewed yet):

*ahem*

Along with "The L Word" and Xena episodes, these are the movies I"ve watched on Netflix's little watch instantly feature:
"The Fluffer"
"Welcome to the Dollhouse"
"Keane"
"Grand Ecole"

And here are the ones that I've watched in hard format thus far:
"9 Songs"
"Baise-Moi (Fuck Me)"
"Romance"
"Shortbus"
"Killing Me Softly"
"The Piano Teacher (La Pianiste)"
"Y Tu Mama Tambien (And Your Mother, Too)"
"The Swimming Pool (La Piscine)"

Um... In case you weren't counting, that's no less than a dozen. And there's even more than that for the French Film Festival... I guess no need to worry about quality for now; quantity will prove for lots of practice to make perfect... 0.0

(Also, I need a cinema-related icon... anyone wanna volunteer to make one fer meh? ;P)

ETA: Witness the glory that is my new cinema icon! (Brownie-points to whoever recognizes where the image comes from...;))

467: The Flight of the Red Balloon (Le Voyage du ballon rouge)

2008-07-16T04:10:01Z

There was quite a bit of running around several weeks back when I was trying to see this over at the Tower Theatre, and it ended up being the first movie I have seen alone. And this wasn't the only thing that made seeing this film a unique experience... But I'm getting ahead of myself...

This joint French-Taiwanese production is naturalistic filmaker Hsiao-Hsien Hou's first western film, a homage to the classic short The Red Balloon. The film however, rather than being a modern retelling, is instead an intellectual musing and stylistic pastiche inverting the original's message into an entirely modern fable.

Part of Hou's naturalistic style is long sequences wherein the camera is kept still, and the movement comes from the people and objects within the frame--a episodic sequence that, on first viewing, seems pointless, even boring. But for the patient and perceptive viewer, the film slowly unfolds and reveals itself, much like a painting, its thematic concerns coming together in several layers both through the characters interactions and visual imagery that is at once highly symbolic and tragically vivid.

Basically, this is the very definition of an art-house film, and not for everyone. But as I have stated, it this is up your alley, it will prove endlessly rewarding (mostly when you start thinking about it after you leave the theatre). Also: Juliette Binoche gives a performance which encaspulates all the above-said qualities, so it's a must-see just for that.

Obviously: 5 stars.

ETA: Here's the trailer.

466: Juno, or Don't Roll Your Eyes At Me Young Lady!

2008-07-05T13:18:41Z

My mother rented this a few weeks back, so I was finally able to get a gander at one of the most behyped films this past Hollywood season! It is also from the same director who did "Thank You For Smoking" (Jason Reitman), one of my favorite films from last year, which, if you have not seen it, is more than worth a look.

Actually, in some ways, I would consider "Thank You For Smoking" to be the superior film, at least insofar as narrative is concerned. The problem with "Juno" lies not in that it pushes credibility with its premise--I mean, come on, Juno! Have you ever heard of CONDOMS?!--but that Ms. Cody is a bit of an uneven writer, in that she can't seem to decide if she's telling a strange coming-of-age story, a fresh look at teen pregnancy, or a tongue-in-cheek satire of "15 and Pregnant". Actually, it may be a clever mix of all of these, but there is still something about the film which doesn't quite gell...

Oh, it's a pleasant-enough film, and Diablo is at least more than partially responsible for this--there is that catchy dialogue, and some truly hilarious scenes, such as the one wherein Juno is confronted by a friend from school who happens to be the sole Pro-Life picketer, citing baby toenails--but mostly due to Reitman's clear guiding vision and the excellent interpreations of the actors.

Putting aside the delightful stars and their supporting parents, the main issue at hand (pour moi) is Bateman and Garner as the would-be adoptive parents. Their scenes are jarringly serious and often tender when compared with the rest of the film, but Bateman's character is lackluster and a bit of a waste; though Garner gives a movingly desperate performance, roller-coastering between a slight crazy-eye and tearful gratitude. There is a good emotional pay-off in the end, but it does leave one a bit frustrated mid-way.

Still, I think it all lies in a distinct inbalance: the beginning has all the most hilarious scenes and the ending the most emotionally fulfilling. Things don't "bog down" in the middle, so much as go all over the place and remain uncertain--much like pregnant Juno's one mood swing, to be honest. So, one has to congratulate Cody on so coyly milking her own flaws as a writing, making them surprisngly appropriate for her subject...

So, in the end, I guess, much like Reitman (with his characteristic animated opening sequences), Cody delights in zany ideas, hilarious scenes, tender family shenanigans, and a distinct lack of moralizing. That pretty much sums up both films.

So, if you haven't seen it already, it'd make a delightful rental, I think. Four stars (hm, I think I should put the rating at the *beginning*, dontchyatink?)

P.S. Oh, I always forget something to analyze! As to Juno's attitude towards her pregnancy: anyone with half a brain can see that her smart-assery is a defense-mechanism, and should also remember that there are lots of couples who have gone through giving up their baby, especially teenage ones. That said, yeah, it does kinda stretch credibility, but I blame that on Ms. Cody--while admitting that she does exploit said flaws in an interesting manner.

465: Mio Fratello E' Figlio Unico (My Brother is an Only Child)...

2008-07-05T12:41:56Z

I saw this before the 4th of July, but it is still in a patriotic vein... though, the highly corrupt Italian government and confused Fascist vs. Communist politics and an impotent Catholic church would make anyone bitter, regressively violent, and with a general taste of lost innocence in their mouth...

Which is what this movie is about; here's the Italian trailer (the American one is lame).

SPOILERS!
The film follows brothers Accio and Manrico and their working class family through the '60's and '70's, as Accio turns from seminary to fascism and Manrico turns from ladysman to downspiraling idealist. Things start getting scary when Accio bangs his fascist mentor's wife and the guy dies of a heartattack while beating the shit out of him and Manrico rewrites Beethoven's "Ode to Joy" to fit the Marx's communist manifesto... Oh, and commits armed robbery while Accio is on the run (except Manrico neglects to tell him he's not a suspect for about a year).

Oh, Manrico also neglects to tell him about the robbery... and did I mention he knocks up and then abandons their mutual flame, Francesca? Povera Francesca! What happens to her and Manrico in the end, I mean... Though Accio *is* able to lead a populist take-over of the long promised new houses his Mama whines about through the whole film, and we get a confusing silent long shot of Accio and his childhood self which... is supposed to be an ending... or some kind... I think...

And if all this sounds ridiculous (what are up with my ellipses?), here's a better summation: whilst this film cannot quite decide which of its numerously interesting thematic lines to pick up, it does offer an accurate picture of working class family life in Italy analogous to the counter-culture movement. Oh, and some cool cars.

So, um, three and a half stars? *shrug*

464: The First Review is... Hors de Prix (Priceless)!

2008-07-02T15:41:20Z

So, first, I wanted to thank y'all for your kind and helpful comments on last post--not that it's a problem right now to my mind, I've just been feeling a bit manic about it lately, what with all the evil glee...*cackle*

Anywho, I'm thinking about how I will organize everything now that I want to review everything under the sun--Holy Mother, the world is my oyster!! Muhahahahaha!!!!!

Okay, not really; but there IS a lot of ground to cover, but I think the best way to start is with the French films, and whilst I am doing films, I might as well throw in appraisal of venue in there, while I'm at it. So first:

"Hors de Prix (Priceless)" -- at the Crest

I'm not sure if I ever mentioned it this whole past year, but the first floor lounge in Stauffer (Oh Most Popular Freshmen Hangout) always had a bunch of LA Times in it, and I would always read my horoscope and the entertainment reviews, of which one was a glowing rave of this French film (when it came to LA). And as luck would have it, it was opening at the Crest not long after I came home, so me and Cat and some of her girlfriends decided to make a nice little outing of it.

The film is about a professional gold-digger (played by Audrey Tautou, of Amélie fame) who teaches the haplessly broke Jean (Gad Elmaleh) how to play the game, so to speak. (And if you want more summary than that, you can go suck it). This movie is perfect for an afternoon outing with said girlfriends precisely because it is the kind of romantic comedy that Hollywood refuses to make anymore: that is, delightful, clever, and sexy... in its own self-serving, morally ambiguous way.

Of course, the thing about French cinema in general (I've found), is that they may be budget deficient when compared to Hollywood, but they more than make up for it with a ridiculous density of talent. Of course, if you are freaked out by big eyes, you may wanna skip this one, because not only do Tautou's dark pupils seem to be vying for an Emmy and an Oscar each, Elmaleh's baby-blues are nearly as protruberant as the cute little moles on his back.

And of course, getting distracted by our two lovely stars is part of this genre's charm, and the two have that to boot, alone and with each other. But it is surprisingly refereshing that, in a film about gold-digging, the overall mood is not one of cynicism, so much as tongue-in-cheek. In particular, how Tautou and Elmaleh wants to put each other's tongues in each other's cheeks whilst they are forced to do it with their respective sugar-daddy/mommy.

Of course, I may be remembering it a bit wrong; it's been a bit since I've seen the movie, and I can't really be bothering to pontificate on the boundless number of cute little scenes... suffice it to say, if you are looking for a diverting, surprisngly good little film, this one couldn't hurt. I think it would rather be a good choice if you've never seen a French film before, too, which was good, 'cause I think most of the girls I were with hadn't seen such before.

Well, that's as good of a review as I can do of it right now. I think I'll try "My Brother is an Only Child" next; see if I have better luck pontificating on that...

EDIT: Oh, and Elmaleh reminds me of Michael Penn... and I forgot to add a picture:

463: What Happened...

2008-07-02T12:41:58Z

I would love nothing more than start writing the reviews that are running around my head, but I need to get something out first, cleanse it out of my thoughts, so to speak... But first, a summary:

So, Mike has been out of town last week for a conference for work (which reminds me, I need to call him...) and thus, I had no one to drag out to whatever local band or indie film was playing... So, I decided I needed some way to amuse myself, and me and this Josiah guy had been trying several times (unsuccessfully) to meet up and, I dunno. No luck for him coming to me (he seemed a bit flaky), so I high-tailed it out to Rancho, where he apparently lives not five minutes from my old neighborhood in Rosemont (which I pretty much live down the street from--which makes for a strange revelation; that is, that I always lived not so far from Sac State...).

See, this is getting rambly already... It's been too long, so my sentence structure is shot. Now. For some periods.

This is actually a hilarious story, involving a chain-smoking Bulgarian and how I may or may not have pimped out my sisters. Unfortunately or not, it also involves crystal (and not my sister Crystal, but a glass pipe possibly full of crystal meth...). Luckily, it was not I, but this Josiah fellow who was smoking it. I refused it as politely but adamantly as I could, along with the bottle of 151 his Bulgarian friend got him. He drank the whole bottle and, as one might rightly assume, things started going downhill...

Again, as a summarizer, I suck. Basically, whenever his Bulgarian friend stepped out, we proceded for somewhat awkward make-outs. I've never really done this, and I guess it showed. But in my defense, he was trying to eat my face out, and it freaked me out. Maybe I was a bit too aware of his saliva and not wanting to swap it. Or maybe his droopy pothead eyes freaked me out. Or the thought, my God's sake, I came out all the way to Rancho to do what with this guy...?

Let's not even get into the Juggalo aspect or the other gang-related stories he likes to tell (yes,

kitashla, you were so right it was sad...). He was sweet and all, but his passionate talk of how amazing I was began to wear thin after the 30th or 70th repetition (no, I'm not exaggerating). So, I broke the fact that I wasn't that attracted to him as gently as I could in his backyard among all his mother's excess tile, but again, maybe it was the crystal or the 151, but somewhere between him getting on one knee and him begging me to go out on a real date with him whilst seeing me off at his side-gate, I realized exactly why his Bulgarian friend was infinitely more attractive to me: he was fun.

I've certainly felt like one cold-hearted bitch the last almost-a-week about it, but the fact is, being sweet is one thing; lacking a sense of humor is another. Or not getting mine. Or the fact that he wouldn't stop going on how he didn't want to be alone and needed someone to love in order to be happy. Um, pardon me if I don't want to be the object of your obssession, or if your nipples freak me out. Or that kissing you doesn't feel right to me. Or that looking at your penis, I have not the least desire to touch it. (Not that it isn't nice and all, it just didn't particularly inspire any desire in me.)

Well, lesson learned. This is the second time I've made this mistake, and this time it was more crashy-burny--in some ways, at least. At least Brian was fun and I could get along with him and we had intresting conversations... Talking to this guy was too much work, 'cause he just didn't have a clue. About anything. Too numbed to his miserable life, I think. Mind-altering substances are fine and all, but if they make you more boring, I think you need a different drug.

Or maybe I'm just incredibly shallow. Yes, that is exactly the problem here. I want to forget someone who doesn't want me and find some kind of solace in the arms of the first person who expresses attraction to me.

The problem is, I"m not attracted to them.

It was kinda fun to really break someone's heart, though. Just wish he'd stop calling...

But no regret. I found out somethign important, and now the idea of being alone actually excites me... I'm not sure I'm qutie coherent enough to pontificate on that right now. Maybe in another week...

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Meanwhile, I have those reviews to write! Don't worry, next post we'll be starting up with (at least), "Hors de Prix (Priceless)" starring Audrey Tautou! ^_^

462: Much needed updates...

2008-06-30T10:15:11Z

Spent most of today in a coma, and when I awoke, got into an infuriating discussion with my mother over bus schedules... Her car is broken down at some shop over by Arden & Watt, so I must needs accompany her to such (and hopefully get close enough to the Washington Mutual at Country Club to deposit the rest of my checks).

Oh, and attempting to translate Bella's "No One Will Know" into French... I'm not sure how literally it can go, but I have about the first half of the song:

"L'air juste comme tu es faire
ce que j'aime en face de voie
et je suis ici avec mon autre

Moitié de tout tu as dire été
vrai le reste est juste comme
toi et je les deux savons mieux

Ne me regarde pas par-là
et je ne te regarde pas
et personne ne saura pas,
personne ne saura pas"

Oh, and also, that whole thing with this Josh guy...*rolls eyes* I'd rather not get into my rant about it just yet, but suffice it to say... I'm a bitch. *flaps away, yipping like a good little Hecuba*

*And for anyone who gets this as a reference to Nussbaum--you get a cookie.

461: Well, It's True...

2008-06-25T09:03:15Z

Your result for The Deep and Meaningful Winnie-The-Pooh Character Test...

Rabbit

IT was going to be one of Rabbit's busy days. As soon as he
woke up he felt important, as if everything depended upon him.
It was just the day for Organizing Something, or for Writing a
Notice Signed Rabbit, or for Seeing What Everybody Else Thought
About It. It was a perfect morning for hurrying round to Pooh,
and saying, "Very well, then, I'll tell Piglet," and then going
to Piglet, and saying, "Pooh thinks--but perhaps I'd better see
Owl first." It was a Captainish sort of day, when everybody
said, "Yes, Rabbit " and "No, Rabbit," and waited until he had
told them.

You scored as Rabbit!

ABOUT RABBIT: Rabbit is generally considered Clever by his many friends and relations. He is actually a much better reader and writer than Owl, but he doesn't consider it worth mentioning. Instead, Rabbit's real talent lies in Organizing Plans. He organizes rescue parties, makes schemes to reduce Tigger's bounciness, and goes on missions to find out what Christopher Robin does when he's not at the Hundred Acre Woods. Sometimes, however, his Plans do not always go as Planned.

WHAT THIS SAYS ABOUT YOU: You are smart, practical and you plan ahead. People sometimes think that you don't stress or worry, but this is not the case. You are the kind of person who worries in a practical way. You think a) What are my anxieties about and b)what can be done about them? No useless fretting for you. You don't see the point in sitting around and waiting for things to work out, when you could actually work them out today and save yourself a lot of time and worry. Your friends tend to rely on you, because they know that they can trust you help them work things out.

You sometimes tend to be impatient with people who are less practical in their ways. You don't have much patience for idiots who moan about things but never actually DO anything about them. You have high expectations of everyone, including yourself. When you don't succeed at something, or when something goes wrong despite your best efforts to prevent it, you can get quite hard on yourself. You need to cut yourself some slack and accept that everyone has their faults, even you, and THAT IS OKAY. Let yourself be faulty, every now and then, for the sake of your own sanity.

Take The Deep and Meaningful Winnie-The-Pooh Character Test at HelloQuizzy

460: Forgot About This!

2008-06-25T07:32:01Z

Meme from mlion!
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me" or something of an equally pithy nature.
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you will ask them five questions.

My answers below:

1. Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
When I'm 30... gosh! Let's hope I've finished school by then, am at the very least beginning my teaching career, and... hm, whatever first major creative accomplishments (novel, album, whatev) would be nice by or around this time...

2. What has been the formative experience of your life so far?
Definitely the year (2004-2005), my sister started abusing me, my parents decided to play victims about it, and I tried to kill myself... Or maybe, going to Choices (my high/charter school); it was because of the people there that I managed to recover and become some semblance of a functional human being *remembers graduation speech fondly*

3. I like your Virgin Mary icons - what is your relationship/attraction to Her?
Thanks, copperwisemade just the one for me.

Well, it's hard just to say what our relationship is, as me and the Holy Mother have had our ups and downs, still trying to figure out whether we're trying to one-up God or reinvent conventional definitions of womanhood... But the source is easy to trace: ever listen to that show, Sound and Spirit, on NPR? Well, I remember this one anecdote about the Black Madonna (in Poland) that resonated with me, and I've just had a resounding draw to her since then (something to do with the strong women in my life, no doubt...)

459: Scattered Video Blog...

2008-06-20T05:11:35Z

458: I Miss America's Next Top Model...

2008-06-20T02:19:48Z

Your result for The Fashion Style Test...

Fashion Artist

50% Flamboyance, 53% Originality, 49% Deliberateness, 43% Sexiness

[Flamboyant Original Deliberate Prissy]

To you fashion is not what they think up in Paris or New York. You follow only your instincts and taste and, admit it, they are far from conventional. Clothes are one of the methods of expressing your personality and being interesting is even more important than being attractive. You pay attention to compose such outfits that would express you best. You tend to shock and though many appreciate your style and originality not many follow in your footsteps. Perhaps your flamboyant outfits are partly meant to hide some of your insecurity but be that as it may, few pass you on the street without looking back. Good job.

The opposite style from yours is Sporty Hottie [Tasteful Conventional Random Sexy].

All the categories: Librarian Sporty Hottie Office Master Uptown Girl/ Boy Brainy Student Movie Star Fashionista Glamorous Soul Fashion Enemy Bar Cruiser Kid Next Door Sex Bomb Hippie Kid Fashion Rebel Fashion Artist Catwalk God(ess)

Take The Fashion Style Test at HelloQuizzy

457: Yesterday, I Had a Moment...

2008-06-15T16:52:40Z

Actually, two; the second one first:

So, in the midst of an otherwise so-so party down by the river, I took off, essentially, most of my clothes in the hopes of getting some sun. I don't know if I did, but one good thing is that I guess I'm mostly getting over the body-shame. (Of course, I wouldn't be saying this if I hadn't officially gotten to the point where I've kept off those twenty pounds).

My mother still thinks I'm fat and should lose thirty pounds... but she's just carelessly insensitive like that. While 150 sounds like a lovely weight, anything below that (I know) would be hella skinny. 160 would be a good weight, so I'm halfway to that...*shrug*

I had my other moment (appropriately enough) whilst on the treadmill that morning (yesterday):

So, I was thinking about write_away, and what I'm trying to get out of posting *any* of my work (however sporadically) to a community of, quite literally, strangers. I want to see how people (who don't know me, obviously) respond and criticize to my work, right? And maybe it's just the kinds of comments I get from this specific community... but I could've sworn I was better at taking it than this? I just have such instant knee-jerk reactions, and I would like to think that getting over these and attempting to (however begrudgingly) open my ears to what they're saying would help me get better...

So, that's why I was trying to shorten my sentences. I mean, I can't be attached to a specific style, right? But, then again, what *is* my voice? I know what it is, and I bristle somewhat at a recent comment that "stars, night, cold air... I've heard it all before". Maybe I need to work it better, but that IS my life, right? Well, more "trees, bare feet, cars"... Hm. I think I am still not quite to where I can write what I see, but I can ham it pretty well at this point...*le sigh*

What I really need is Eve, again. Some other people; like, what Erica was saying, we should start a Salon (of writers, not hairstylers.. though they would be welcome too! ^_^). At this point, I think, I can't take this kind of randomized criticism... I need to attach it to someone I can interact better with, otherwise, it just makes me feel like crap about my work...

Which is to say, I'm officially going back to the drawing-board with my work (I don't know yet if most of it was lost in transit... drafts exist from earlier, but we'll see if I can get them off the one floppy I managed to "save' them to...)

Basically, this is a segue to post this experiment (the folks on write_away liked the staccatoness of it, but I'm not entirely sure if that's my style; let me know what y'all think (if anyone comments, that is)):

Streetwalker

Night and no cars coming.
Empty street for my catwalk.
Place one foot exactly before
the other. Perfect symmetry.
Straight down this left-turn lane.
Sway my hips. Don't hurry.

Houses seem empty. Silent.
The perfect audience. Awash
in some buzzing sound. The
highway? The river? Follow
this cement reflection of that
beating heart. Leave granite
and Spanish facades behind.
Towards those blinking lights
ahead. Red and red. No green.

Ignore those white lines. They
only hold me back from the
blackness. Oblivion I desire.

456: Je suis dans Twitter!

2008-06-14T11:01:42Z

If you are already a Twitter-whore, look me up (same tag as LJ); or if you're not, you can at least take a look...;P

455: Je suis le meillure!

2008-06-12T06:13:41Z

'Cause I'm the best, and I'm here to prove it:

147

As a 1930s husband, I am
Very Superior

Take the test!

This one mostly 'cause I use profanities:

As a 1930s wife, I am
Superior

Take the test!

This is all hypothetical of course...;P

454: Parce que je n'ai rien mieux faire...

2008-06-11T12:54:23Z

Because I have nothing better to do:

Ask me anything, anythin' at all, and I will answer.

However many people answer (I'll be lucky if I get any) I'll answer it. I mean, it IS the summer, after all...;P

453: Sadly Absent Lately...

2008-06-11T10:54:39Z

Well, no luck finding the memory card, so we're officially back to the written word--and aren't I better at it? XP Don't answer that.

Anywho, what's been happening? I suppose the main thing in the past week was, on Saturday, me and Em and Cat and her fiance Faith went to see this French movie at the Crest, Priceless ("Hors de Prix") with Audre Tatou and this one hawt guy. (Well, *I* thought he was cute...) Very delightful fluff.

We also went to the Sac's on the way back (Faith lives right across the river from me), and I officially became the Queen of Thrift for procuring not only the purple pants I wanted but some black pants too... for exactly $1.08. Can you say "whoo hoo!"?

Speaking of which, yesterday, I also finally got my bank account. I'm hoping this means I am entering adult hood... Or, that I'll at least be able to use my money now. XP

What else has been happening in Andyland? Well, sleeping. Oh! And I need to keep my promise and see "Juno" and hopefully some other movies for me and Cat's long-talked-about but not-really-as-of-yet-planned movie/slumber party. Gotta get on that! ^_^ (I just need a place to do it... >__>)

What else? Well, as you may have heard on the videos, since I've been back, I've been traipsing *all* over town--so I think I'm getting closer to really knowing my city, des les deux rivieres. Tryin' to keep up on my French by listenin' to Francoise Hardy. I think Sacramento Pride is also this weekend...

So, obviously, I'm keeping busy. I'll try to post more often and keep y'all better updated, though! ^_^ Toodles!

452: I Have Stuff to Post About...

2008-06-08T09:02:01Z

But I'm too lazy right now.

You are in a mall when the zombies attack. You have:

1. one weapon.
2. one song blasting on the speakers.
3. one famous person to fight alongside you.

Weapon can be real or fictional, you may assume endless ammo if applicable. Person can be real or fictional.

Picture this: me and Julianne Moore in our local mall's Planned Parenthood with a bazooka, Aimee Mann's "Pavlov's Bell" playing... let the condoms and tampons fly! ^_^

451: Does It Make Me Way Too Radical...

2008-06-07T06:17:01Z

--that I think this is ridiculous. I mean, the picture/article isn't even that racy, and it just makes the Australian government seem at least as conservatively reactionary as the U.S. at this point...*rolls eyes*

Well, anywho, I need to relocate the memory card for the camera before I can do another video... don't worry, I'll find it soon! ^_^
(If not, I guess it's back to regular old posts for us--oh, well! XP)

450: Ha! Betya Forgot About Me, Heh?

2008-06-02T11:39:29Z

Slightly older video of what I've been doing...

Longer, more recent, and slightly better video about all of last week (up to Friday):

And an emo rant the same night... This is basically what I'm like when I'm writing posts--*very* scattered...XP:

(The pin reads "On est les meillures" by the way... And we ARE the best, kiddos! ;D)

449: Some Treats for Y'all...

2008-05-22T23:48:49Z

So, just 'cause I'm not posting, doesn't mean I'm not busy...;P

But first, the picture I promised for the RenFaire back in April, in which I was finally punished for my naughtiness:

And more recently, I pimped my favorite hip soda:

Now go buy some Jones soda; y'know you wannu! ^_^

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I've been too scattered to write much lately (that is, since I got back--train-lag?), so I made a video instead...XP:

Whaddaya think of them apples, eh?! XP

448: Home.

2008-05-22T04:39:27Z

Is where I arrived at ten last night.

That's all for now...

447: Fun Times with Dykes...

2008-05-19T06:32:15Z

Me and Laura went to Long Beach for the Pride there, was very fun, took loads of pictures; hopefully I can get with Laura to e-mail them to meself so I can post some cuteness! ^_^

We hung out at her bandmate's house--it was dykealicious! ^_^ Soooo many lesbians, and so crazy and witty, I felt very much at home. But then I started coming down with this runny nose and fell asleep on the leather couch--I hope I'm not coming down with anything... But it was def, def, really good to get out to somewhere other than Whittier down here before I left, and it was pretty amazing...

I'm studying for my finals tomorrow (Philosophy and English), doing readings and stuff. I've done fairly well in these classes, so I'm feeling pretty confident about it. Excited about leaving in (squee!) twenty hours. Never ridden on the train before; I can't stop talking about being excited to go home and really Midtown it up.

I might not get to post again before I leave, so leave some love (aka comments)!

446: Crazy Time...

2008-05-18T02:48:17Z

I've been sleeping most of my last days at Whittier away and lovin' it... But it's getting a bit more sweltering, and sleeping is a sweaty business when you're air-conditioning-less. But I know when I get back to Sac, it's gonna be even *hotter*...

Did I mention yet? I'm ready to be home. I dove into doing all this stuff this semester, and did a good job of pushing it back down, but the homesickness is back in full force and I'm a girl with a plan...

See, I'm planning on doing all this stuff, right? Getting out and into Sacramento culture, so I can soak it all up before I come back down here. Andy needs to get faaaabulous!

And me and Laura got awful fabulous last night. We weren't even doing anything... We drove out to find something to eat, and it seems like everyone had turned off their icecream machines, but we still moving around to the beat and generally acting like we were drunk. It was *awesome*. ;D

Oh, and then I had my AICH2 final today... At 8. A.M. It went a lot better than I was dreading (I mean, I don't think by 'moderate essay' they meant a big 10 page thing, in one of those little blue books, but anywho...) and I think I'll be studying for the other two tonight.

I can't wait to get back home, though. I'm already gone mentally. I'll be sure to keep y'all up to date on everything I'll be doing. In the meantime, I'm counting down the 72 hours until I am *back*, baby, BACK.

445: Damn You, Jeph Jacques!

2008-05-16T05:48:03Z

Questionable Content's Hanners proves yet again why she's a OCD freak after my own heart:

I must admit, if anyone could held me overcome my anal squeamishness, it'd be a man who no doubt carries along twelve-types of douches on every date and would heartily approve of this video.

ETA: Yeah, for some reason whenever I try and post a picture it comes out way too small, so here's the link so you can read it properly to get the joke. http://www.questionablecontent.net/view.php?comic=1141