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| Friday, May 16th, 2008 | | 9:13 am |
Here is what I heard one high school nerd shit talk to another on the bus: "You're creep sauce on a creep hamburger. With a side of creep fries."
Then a few seconds later he added: "Creep Pepsi." | | Tuesday, May 13th, 2008 | | 7:27 am |
i just wanna have some kicks i just wanna get some chicks Mary Woronov is super tall and you wish she would want to hang out with you. The screening of Rock n' Roll High School was the first time she'd seen it, and she thought it was really funny. I thought it was really funny when Derogatis asked her to crack a whip, since she used to use one when dancing with the Exploding Plastic Inevitable, and she thought his whip was totally lame. She held it in her hands like it was absurd and pathetic, like a hopeful leprechaun had handed her his dick. "This is sad, man." "You probably used a big bullwhip, huh?" "Fuck, yeah!" She and Lou Reed were close friends. When everyone was leaving The Factory to go to the bar, he'd say "I'm not going unless Mary goes." Nico asked her to fuck, but she did not. She & Gerard Malanga were into one another. John Cale had a temper. She had to share a room with Mo Tucker on tour - "She was always afraid I was gonna rape her." So, she danced with VU, then decided to be a serious actor. She went to the west coast, got married, "I wore little earrings and little heels, had a swimming pool." Then she did R&RHS, and it was her first exposure to punk rock, and it changed her life. "That movie is the reason I got divorced." LOVE. IT. "I was like, what am I doing? Why did I give up my exciting life? For a swimming pool?" She continued to be a cult film actor and hung out in the punk scene. Some dude in the Q&A asked her how tall she is. She said "7 foot 2 without heels." She has a deep voice. I wish she'd tell me to stand in the corner. Not a Togar fantasy, a Mary fantasy. OH! There was an awesome part where she discussed their feud with Mothers of Invention, who copied her and Gerard's dancing bit with the band. She was like "Yeah, it was us versus the hippies. We did methamphetamines, they did hallucinogens. They didn't wear any shoes, we wore boots."
Also she's written some novels that sound awesome. | | Sunday, May 4th, 2008 | | 11:07 am |
Wtf. A review on IMDB says "I hope this film gets a bigger release, as it is really a movie that might change peoples' minds about prejudice and how love can heal the most wounded of hearts." | | Friday, May 2nd, 2008 | | 9:15 am |
Ok, I love the first annual Shirley Jackson Awards. I love the glasses symbol, I love that the finalists include the completely amazing Generation Loss, and I feel like I can use this as an awesome reading list. Speaking of psychological suspense, horror, and dark fantasy, this situation is a giant problem for me. What if that is ALL that is in stores soon, and resale stores shut down, and sewing machines are seized? Jonathan Rosenbaum's website is up, which hopefully means he'll tell me what to go see this year at the Chicago International Film Festival. You know the day destroys the night, night divides the day. Are you ready for the most awesome thing you'll ever see in your life? You're not, but here it is: my high school artwork. Nope, not for sale. | | Thursday, April 24th, 2008 | | 5:43 pm |
| | Wednesday, April 23rd, 2008 | | 7:26 am |
Judy Chicago looks like a rockstar in black and and silver, with a glittery mesh top and big red hair and almost goth makeup. She's funny and smart and really inspiring. Someone asked her about the "vaginas" on her plates, and this is clearly a battle she's had to fight for years. Many of them don't have vaginal imagery, but many do. And she asked what kind of internalized shame do we have that it freaks us out to see our bodies represented in public space, when men's bodies are constantly references in architecture and no one screams "That's a dick!" (She and I should road trip together.) She's working on a curriculum for ... I think K-12? using the Dinner Party. Awesome. A teacher asked her about how to talk about feminism in your curriculum and people don't want to hear that. Judy discussed the success some teachers have had, just framing it as women's history. You can strategically avoid saying "feminism" if your job depends on you not saying it, although you are doing the work of feminism. She's amazing and fun and I love her.
I woke up in the middle of the night from a dream of anger. I was so mad at someone that I was saying "I'm going to unpeople you! You are not people anymore!" Unperson would make more sense, talking to an individual.
I saw Smart People with my mom. Oh my god. What a stupid movie, made for stupids. It's the kind of movie that literally retards people and how they see life. I also watched a lot of cable while I was home. Kate and Allie! Are Kate and Allie lovers? I don't think so. Do I wish they were? I did for a few minutes, but it's awesome too that they are a truly alt family, without romance (or the sad ghost of once-romance) at its center. The writing is truly terrible in a way that I found pleasurable. Also, I remember Allie having a pole up her ass and that has not changed.
Sydney & I are deciding on our next Netflix show! It's exciting. I have Clatterford coming next, but that's only 2 discs. We've discussed Red Dwarf, Oz, Homicide, B5, and Farscape. We have a list of Brit things not available on DVD yet. IT Guys is coming out soon, I think. That'll be awesome. Are there British shows we should watch? We love AbFab, Young Ones, Mirrorball, Smoking Room, Office, Kumars at No. 42, Second Sight, Doctor Who, Black Books. I loved Jekyll. Syd's watched a lot of Spooks. We tried Chancer & it blew.
Salma: I saw this at Jewel last night and thought of you. Wow. They did not have this, but they should have. | | Sunday, April 6th, 2008 | | 7:41 pm |
HAIRLESS LIGER ON MY LAP
HAIRLESS LIGER ADMINISTERING MY PAP | | Thursday, April 3rd, 2008 | | 6:35 am |
The Red Hot Chili Peppers are legally retarded? Or should be some kind of measuring point for legal retardation? Or illegal retardation? "Sorry to break this to you, but your dog is not only retarded, it is ILLEGALLY retarded?" "What??" "Think Anthony Kiedis." "Ooooh." Then you discuss options, and they aren't great.
If this was Jon's blog there would now be an hour talking about the awesomeness of Sir Psycho Sexy, his fave song. I can't even measure how much he'd write in words or paras, but just an hour. That's how long it would take you to skim it.
I feel like if i got into some kind of mess of terrible chemicals and radiation or whatever business makes you grow things you're not supposed to have, and I grew a wiener out of my ass, that wiener would enjoy Red Hot Chili Peppers songs. That is their audience.
Hmm, what else. How many of your boobs can hurt for how many of your days? | | Sunday, March 30th, 2008 | | 9:14 am |
everybody hurts This cross-stitch series is tremendous and I love it so much. | | Friday, March 28th, 2008 | | 6:36 am |
picture shows
southland tales:
jon lovitz is scary with white hair. cheri oteri is nuts. nora dunn is completely hot. amy poehler is eh. miranda richardson is of course hot. bai ling wears your outfits. wallace shawn is a NIGHTMARE. oh my god. the makeup he wears. what is happening?? also i kept saying "is that lambert? is that for real greystoke?" it was. oh, the small lady from poltergeist. in the extras she's talking about the movie and says something about all the garbage we put up with in our lives. what do you mean exactly, zelda rubinstein? that could mean so many things, and i bet i'd like a lot of them. i so want to know what makes her mad!
crazy love:
unbearable. also really interesting. she has a lot of women friends, and they seem cool. i would so hang out with them.
snow angels:
i liked parts. parts is parts, as we all know. by the end i was not into it. however, there is some awesome dialogue, like an angry use of "buster brown" that rules, and some other stuff like that, out of sam rockwell and nicky katt's mouths. they are both awesome and absurd. amy sedaris, too. she's perfect. this is the kind of movie where a woman i didn't know said to me on the way out "real upper, eh?" and then we made out for like an hour and 20.
the ten:
really fucking funny! i didn't expect it. i was rewinding shit repeatedly. especially joe lo truglio playing the jukebox. absurd. | | Tuesday, March 25th, 2008 | | 6:29 am |
| | Thursday, March 20th, 2008 | | 11:06 am |
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There was a group of wizards at the protest yesterday. Why is that? | | Tuesday, March 18th, 2008 | | 1:11 pm |
If you scroll down to the Sweets and Savories review on on this Reader page, you'll see this sentence: “ 'Sweets' included a deliciously diapery Camembert with a fig-and-almond cookie, a mango sorbet, and a one-two punch of chocolate ice cream and warm molten chocolate cake."Why? | | Thursday, March 13th, 2008 | | 6:35 am |
nick's nose rising
I have been watching Kenneth Anger films. Scorpio Rising is super hot and has these bikers working on their bikes, with shiny metal parts and great attention being rubbed upon those parts. And songs play like My Boyfriend's Back and Blue Velv and He's a Rebel, as these dudes put on all their complicated drag of toughness, their skull rings and leather strappy wrist-hand business, and sunglasses and leather jackets. Perfect pin-ups. And they snort meth and one mirror sunglassed greaser has a cat who sneaks around while he lies in bed reading newspaper comics under his wall of skulls and James Dean and Brando photos. How hot is it? How fucking hot is it, right? Like your fucking formative Danny Zuko/Kenickie hotline-to-the-vagina business is being courted onscreen. But then there are some swastikas. Sigh. Kenneth Anger, you crazy Crowley-loving Satanist. Those Satanic dudes are always into fascism. It is ridiculous. Satanists are totally like cartoon characters to me, and then they ruin it by bringing in the worst real-world thing ever. Another of his films that I was really into was Puce Moment. It's like 5 minutes long, and I think it could be a PJ Harvey video. So cute and pretty. And in 1949! His later films I was so not into at all. Omg, Lucifer Rising is riDIC. Even with Marianne Faithfull, I could barely stand it being on my TV for 28 minutes. It's all crazy fucking ancient Egypt fetishism and Crowley shit. His stories on the commentary included how Marianne brought heroin into Egypt and they all could've been shot for it, Mick Jagger's brother was going to be in it but kept asking what things meant and it annoyed Anger, a UFO flew over as they were filming, and Jimmy Page was gonna do the soundtrack but what he submitted was too short so instead Bobby Beausoleil did the soundtrack from prison where he was serving time for committing a Manson-ordered murder. | | Monday, March 10th, 2008 | | 2:33 pm |
| | Saturday, February 23rd, 2008 | | 3:58 pm |
| | Thursday, February 21st, 2008 | | 7:14 am |
| | Monday, February 18th, 2008 | | 7:05 am |
An extra on the DVD of Maya Deren's films that I got from Nutflix is her husb's short film, The Private Life of a Cat. LOVED IT. I must warn that there is birth, and I wish I'd fast forwarded quicker through that part. I kept thinking it was over, and it wasn't until there were five kittens. I am not into stuff squirming out of areas. Okay, squirming out of someplace like under a dresser, fine. That is a cute area to squirm out of. Squirming out of an area that can feel is horrible. HORRIBLE. And it is shown close up in this film, and it makes my stom uneasy. However all the other relationship stuff is so fucking cute. The cat walking around the apartment all business is fucking adorable. I'm totally enjoying The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. Some parts sounded really famil, and I realized I've already read a chunk of it in What Are You Looking At? The First Fact Fiction Anthology. It's a really nice anthology with other good shit in it too. I went to a fun party Friday with an awesome big Tupperware pan of bourbon slushie in the freezer. DELICIOUS. The birthday lady said it can be made with other kinds of liquor too. I want it in my freezer all summer long. In my mouthfreezer. I imagine myself standing in front of the open freezer in my underwears, shoveling it in my mouth nonstop with a large spatula. Then getting ready for work. The arrangement of books by color did not work for me. It was RETARDED. It works for Tish's books because she has long shelves. It not only wasn't pretty with my books, it actually made me panic. I redid them, and made some changes. You may want to sit down for this. I still have read/not read in entirely different rooms. This remains the same. I still have oversize and art books apart, and a performing arts section, which now includes all my comics. However, the fiction and non-fiction? Blended. BLENDED. Alpha by author. I know. It is crazy. But I think it might work. I thought for a while before doing it, decided to try it & change it if it felt gross, and so far it feels okay. I'd like to call in today & just stand looking at the shelves. I would completely enjoy that. I forgot that Garry Shandling and Darlene are a real-life couple. GROSS. | | Tuesday, February 12th, 2008 | | 7:29 am |
Think if you had a bouquet in a vase on the table and the flower faces were all kitten faces, and when you came close they'd all meow and kiss you all over your face. But when you pulled away they just slept. All different colors of fur and nose. Fur and nase. Kittens need their nases kissed.
I had a fantastic 6am drunk dial from the first boyf ever, telling me "You are a very important person in my life. In rea....reality." And some other stuff. "I LOVED YOU ONCE." And one angry, high-pitched "You know..." that was thankfully an aborted thought. A dude's memory is a ridiculous thing, all awesome times past that inexplicably didn't last and can be recaptured through just the right drunk dial. No lens for the retarded and hurtful dysfunction that existed in rea....reality. Idiots.
Syd and I have been rewatching Larry Sanders, and I WISH it was every single one but it's the best of set, although that may be a good thing because you guys. The fashion. The fashion of 1992 is seriously devastating. The FUCKING VESTS. Why were those things happening with vests? WHY WERE THEY? Blousy vests and then some kind of big flowy pants and then the men's shirts that have a random color square someplace odd and then Scott Thompson arrives with a terrible vest and a clashing shirt with that kind of no-collar business that I take personally? A lot of satiny vests happen, and I get that feeling in my chest like when someone is saying offensive shit and they won't take a breath and I don't get a chance to say anything, just all anxious and tight and like WHERE IS THE FUCKING DOOR, I SHOULD NOT SUBJECT MYSELF TO THIS RACIST SHIT/APPALLING VEST. Whatever it is. It's like I don't have a chance to say anything back to the vests. To the whole thing, the whole layout of the 1992 fashion land. People are just popping around brightly onscreen like "Yep, this fits like this, and I move like this in it, and has anyone seen Hank." "Yep, this brooch goes here, and I'm from the network, and I'm going to make you confused because you thought big shoulderpads were 1980s but now you remember it didn't end there and everyone is wearing lots of golden tones and my face is kind of like Martha Plimpton and there is no escape." Larry's hair. Too, Larry's fucking hair. |
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