We've just finished watching the Academy awards, and Million Dollar Baby won. Most everything except the technical stuff. The only movie nominated that I haven't seen!
Not only that, but the ending was ruined twice yesterday...
First while watching Bill Maher, he totally ruined it by saying she dies at the end by asphyxiation. Then Trent Resnor (of NIN) fucking ruins it on his message board, after someone leaked his new songs out. He basically said "You ruin my music, I'll ruin a movie for you". I guess that's only fair.
Damn Christian and his crazy music stealing.
Any Which Way to Smile
Sunday, February 27, 2005
Friday, February 25, 2005
Everytime there are three days off from work in a row, I tend to get drowsy and lose track of the days. Then it's Up! time for the rest of the week, and I am pumped! ...A-a-a-and then I just crash two days later. That's just me. In a nutshell. I am a lazy sack of shit these days. It will pass.
Though, I am working on Ribcage art... Slowly but surly. And I'm excited and nervous about what everyone will think. It will be online and easy to view, you know?
Todd Solondz (Welcome to the Dollhouse) has directed himself a new movie -- Palindromes. Who knows when it will come out. Who knows what it will be like? The main character is played by six different people, including an obese black girl, and a six-year-old boy.
Also, I am pissed with the employees of Borders... Because one of those farts took a Ribcage postcard off their board... Don't they know how much time it takes to attach every little piece of paper that states "Ribcage.org" with little tiny paper clips to it?? Apparently not -- Those farts. It was only up for about a week.
For now though, laundry and artwork calls me to it.
Sunday, February 06, 2005
Bright Eyes were incredible. Of course they were. Conor Oberst is a poetic genius of sorts... And Chase used the words "poetic ignorance" to describe. Because of his Bush-bashing, of course.
But...the entire conecert was a nightmare... 4,000 (my guess)people were there, about 900 (atleast) were drunk, another 900 were orgasmic teenagers, and 9 were normal. Everyone else in between were just loud, loud, loud. Loud enough to completely drown out a crooning Jesse Sikes.
And so, Christian will reply with a letter... To House of Blues, and will be polite and witty and complaining. Because he is a writer. Because he is all of those things anyway. And because he paid $60 for that concert. He is spunky.
Today we met up with Rick Pamplin and his wife, Maggie (I hope I spelled that right). They were beautiful people, and I had fun... I find talking with certain people fun -- That's just me. And I think Christian now has a new adopted father.... I'm joking, but I sensed they both got something they needed almost desperately. C was also excited about a giant alligator float -- We took pictures and Rick was laughing at how funny C looked sitting in the driver's seat of a giant green creature.
Tuesday we leave.... We've been partying with all of our friends since we got here, and I'm utterly tired and happy and just thrilled to be back in FL.... I realize what I've been missing... Now, I need to get back to being productive in CT.
For now, though... I think I'm going to eat a spoonful of peanut butter.
