...

i wonder if i can be copyright slammed for this? hey, r.r.s. if you find this, i love it. i'll sub out the character names.

A door slams.

SON O.S.
mother, i have returned sorry to be late.

MOTHER O.S.
hi, [son]. how was the library?

[son] enters the living room. he pays no attention to [stepfather].

SON
in lieu of conversing fecklessly about it, realize it is a public venue, and you may experience it first hand at your will.

MOTHER O.S.
yeah, okay.

i played "mother" in the class. oh and then there is this personal favourite:

SALESMAN
hello, there, sir. would you like to try our most abounding model?

he's referring to a piano there. abounding? kills!

the story is about a man who writes commercial jingles who begins to fancy himself a suffering romantic artist. rereading the text made me laugh so incredibly much for the rest of the day, i was in a fine mood. when i say fine, i mean happy. happy like i haven't been in months.
i suddenly thought, wow! a. no wonder people enjoy me when i am myself, when i am happy i am scintillating and b. every monday i used to feel this good? damn.
the happy feeling took me right on into this afternoon, where it was soon checked by reality and the fact my life now sucks on ice.
still. i was two inches away from finding some email address of the author's to say, "hey. you have good work. it makes me laugh. thanks."
i didn't however, because i would have had to prerequisite the whole letter with, "hi. this is weird i am writing you and weirder yet, i saved your writing from a year ago..."
anyhow.
i just had to share. fine writing. i hope he does something with it.

two dreams of mine have come true just lately.

dream 1. i would meet someone who would have visited one of my sites before meeting me. they would say, "hey, i know that site."
that person is and she had visited eip before she ever met me.
speaking of which, i'm updating it.
woo!

dream 2. written right up in sto's moi section, i always wanted to create something which would make someone cry. and now i have.
you know who you are; i love you for it too.

snore. i have to get up tomorrow and edit.

suddenly i was @ 03:18 am

wednesday, august 25, 2004

1 -- Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed.
2 -- I will respond; I'll ask you five questions.
3 -- You'll update your journal with my five questions, and your five answers.
4 -- You'll include this explanation.
5 -- You'll ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed.

1) How did you get inspired to write your 2 scripts?

when i write, i usually choose a piece of music which i feel describes the feeling of a scene. i listen to the music and imagine the visuals in my head, then i write trying to be in accordance to the beat and tempo of the music.
real life is the other big factor. i am more a method writer i suppose. i listen all the time and try to tap into what i feel, so when i write i have those resources to fall back on when i am at a loss.
then i also need about 3 hours of prep/wander time and a wake up call.

2) Who is your hero?

oh my god. i have so many. i can't really say. as far as abstract heroes go, there are all my favourite writers and artists: dickens, degas, etc. the person who wrote "american beauty." marilyn monroe. werther. hamlet.
personally? my parents. my cousins mary and katy. a few of my friends, casey, daphna and amber. my pets.
it's such a large question and i am so terrible at narrowing anything down.

3) Do you prefer reading or writing? Why?

again, such a toss up, i can't really say. i suppose my first thought in reading the question was, "read!" so i will write such down. i guess, one could think of it like this: reading is entertainment, writing, at least at the moment, is shoot myself in the foot work.

4) Which character would you associate with more, Peregrin Took, Nightcrawler, Puck, or Phineas? Explain.

who do you think i associate with more? this is another hard one. ah, i want to say phineas, but i think i more aspire to be phineas. i don't think i am quite so mischievous as puck nor as debonaire as mister kurt or compleatly as innocent as pippin! if i was to take a stab, i would say somewhere between the three p's. pheruckin? i think in front of people i come off as very stable and confident like phineas, i also am fiercely loyal. i also like nipping about corners and doing tricksy things to occupy myself like the wayward robin goodfellow and pippin? ah, perhaps i just love him.

5) What do you think of McCartney's marriage to Heather Mills and at last, their baby?

can't really say, it's none of my business. i will admit to being mildly disturbed by the baby. i always wonder when older men father children because i think, dude. they will be 90 when their child is 20. what if they're not around for much longer?

who's up for hardball?

suddenly i was @ 11:40 am

speaking of casey being the sunspot of my life, she and fellow sun-spotter, hillary and i all got together for our last hurrah this past weekend.
i love those lasses. our combined ages tap over the sum of 60, but we all act like we are only five, compleat with sleeping with stuffed animals. this round was to be spent at casey's humble abode. i packed no less than three bags for the outing as i wanted to prepared... lest we take off for ISTANBUL.
as per our usual form, we watched about 11 hours of films, including this time: "sword in the stone" and "peter pan" for the disney contingency, "bram stoker's dracula," possibly one of the most offensively bad movies out there on the market to sate our gary oldman needs, "divorcing jack" as our thewlis film (very delightful) and lastly, "l.a. story" for our daily richard e. grant depository.
we also made our obligatory, proverbial snack run to the grocery store; and though i had been well behaved and very self-controlled at earlier shopping center stops and did not partake of needless purchases (not counting my 4 dollar "muriel's wedding" dvd, too good a deal to pass up) while perusing the seasonal aisle at the grocery store, i happened upon a display of stuffed animals.
one little bunny hung out from the others. i grabbed him and feeling that magical sense, shared only with a person and that one special toy, i knew i had to own it.
thus, i came to purchase hamlet the bunny.
i also discovered i am a hamlet fan girl.
when did that happen?
back on the movie front, each film was intermittently disrupted with olympics of course. the olympics amaze me. my mind was most blown by a. the rings, how do they do it? and 6. the runners. around the track in 20 seconds? it takes me that long to get out of my chair.
we also watched the male diving event as casey knew one of the divers. it was quite upsetting to watch, he was injured and could not work out his dives. he received low score after low score, had one failed dive then hit the board on his last jump. all the while he kept a good disposition, but it was distressing to witness, he looked so pained during the actual dives.
the morning after, we took to playing sims. we created the most hideous run down house (blood stained walls, the works, sans the living room, which was cultured and lovely) and filled it with super-clean hamlet, ultra-cruel ophelia and unsanitary withnail.
we left the house to its own devices and this was the outcome.

the kitchen was set a blaze three times in a night.
the kitchen sink overflowed and the room was flooded for the rest of the game.
ophelia teased and taunted withnail until he wet himself and cried.
hamlet cleaned up after everyone and took about 6 showers every day.
withnail never changed out of his pajamas and would develop flies from being dirty.
we created one large nice bed, intended for ophelia with cots for hamlet and withnail. withnail being clever, however, stole the nice bed on the first night in the house.
after a night of entertaining the thing who wouldn't leave (aragorn) hamlet collapsed on the floor next to his bed and began to snore, upset, withnail yelled at him. hamlet, in turn, didn't sleep at all. when he finally did go to bed, he didn't wake up the next morning, or the next... literally. hamlet was dead to the world for something like 72 sims hours.
when hamlet finally woke, he took to eating from cans, refusing to cook. whenever he was prodded to do anything a little phrase would pop up and read, "i'm too depressed to [insert activity here]"

great fun!

in other news:
i discovered my issue last week. it is the week i normally return to school. when my body discovered i am still here, being pathetic, it freaked.

my email is back up and running after a week of MIA. thank god.

and now i am to start editing. snore.

suddenly i was @ 10:38 am

sunday, august 22, 2004

i need not 10 dollars an hour, say i, for i like best to have NO money attached to my name, thank you very much.

i have never been so negative in all my life. ever. and i can't seem to stop it. i just can't buck up to anything any more.

and on THAT exciting note. i just finished watching cold mountain. i remember really wanting to see it when it came out in theatres as it stars three of my most favourite modern days actors: nicole kidman, jude law and nicole kidman.
i enjoyed the movie. it was quite good i thought.

then it went on for another 90 minutes.

you know how there is that magic point in every 310 minute movie when you think, "this is too long."

yeah.

cold mountain hit that particular moment at least three times with me.

i am being negative here. i did enjoy the vast majority of it, i just wanted the film to end at their reunion and was disappointed when i was forced to endure their long pent up steamy love making scene, ala the english patient bath tub. then, as if that assault was not enough to bear, miss monroe had to have a child prancing around in the spring time fields "several years later" when the movie finally did come to a close.
excuse me while i roll my eyes.
i mean, we all saw it coming and you knew the film had to end in the spring time, but jesus. while i was watching the finale i thought, "i can't wait for the day when this plays back to back with steel magnolias on lifetime."

the colours were lovely. i liked the repetition of black and white whenever the lovers were together; ie: in the church or during ian holm's, or whatever law's name was, death scene.
the visuals were also continually stunning: the snow storm, the opening battles, law's death, "gone with the wind" in scope but with a hint of reserve and quiet at the same time.

and that bird in the church?

WINK!

hello symbolism.

but pretty. everyone knows i like bird visuals.

i loved the music. anyone, ? does anyone have a soundtrack they would like to share with me?

anyhow. i sound awful, but that is because i am in a cranky, awful, bitter mood. the film is very well and quite nicely done. i would say see it if you haven't, just know, it's long. in sum, i leave you on this moment in dialogue, brought to you by my family.

mom: note how she is always walking behind him in every shot.
me: hey she is.
dad: that's awful poeti-
mom: IN A DITCH.

whereas my father and i thought my mother was making some profound statement on the choice cinematography of the film itself, my mom was, in actuality, referring to one of the many means (perhaps) employed by the production team to make law appear taller than kidman; a fine game to play when the film begins to edge along it its time line: see when law is standing on a bucket to look kidman in the eye.

i had a nightmare the other night, which i will share with you. in my dream, all my old peers and i were preparing to graduate and get our graduation photos taken. we were in a large room, which had been divided to four parts; one partition for each sect of students: one for grads, one for undergrads, etc.
in each partition, all the walls were white, but the floor was black. there was a small raised section at the front which acted as a stage. on the "stage" there was a large black cushion and the stage's back drop was an abstract painting of a skeletal figure.
everyone lined up in alphabetical order. we all sat on similar black cushions on the floor and were meant to move in an assembly line fashion, trading cushions as we moved up to the stage.
as you may have gathered by this point: this ceremony was a bit different than normal. when the graduate made it to the stage, they held their diploma, their picture was taken and then they were executed.
the goal of every graduate was to not let their blood splatter on the skeletal painting behind them- out of respect for the other students, see? so once the line got to the "z's" those students would still have a pristine backdrop for their graduation portrait.
i couldn't stop crying in the dream. i kept telling my friends, "i don't know why i am so upset, i made it through all the practices. this one just feels so permanent- because, well, i mean, i guess it is, but-"
i had cuts all up my arm because apparently i had tried to kill myself before the big day.
the first student went up to the stage. he posed for his picture. then set his flowers and diploma aside, knelt over onto his knees and was shot in the head.
his body came up from the force of the shot and blood splattered all about the place. the students cheered as if his display was some sort of act of defiance.
"all the young will be dead if they keep doing this," someone whispered into my ear.
when it came to be my turn, i said i wanted a last right. i told the graduation panel i absolutely had to tell someone something before the end. i was granted my wish and i climbed up a white ladder to look over my particular section's wall. i could see one of the other sets of students going through the same ceremony. i looked everywhere, i was afraid the person i so desperately had to say something to was already gone so i just yelled out my message.
which... i think i will keep private. it was only a few words. what do you think they were?
then i climbed back down the latter and sat on the cushion. the panel took my picture, then i closed my eyes, i wouldn't bow my head and i was shot.

and such is how i feel about my post graduation life, apparently.

perky.

that last one really describes my current mood, i've been plagued with those sorts of dreams all week long.

suddenly i was @ 03:40 am

friday, august 20, 2004

what did i do?

suddenly i was @ 03:41 pm

thursday, august 19, 2004

suddenly i was @ 03:05 pm

monday, august 16, 2004

suddenly i was @ 12:29 pm

thursday, august 12, 2004

i was reading nicholas nickleby last night, why yes! i am still reading that book. nicholas and i have never been on quick terms, i don't know why. i've read three or so books during his story; but anyhow, i was reading him last night and came across the name "snawley." i thought i knew who the character was, but i couldn't quite remember so i rolled over and picked up my dickens encyclopedia, generously gifted to me by the lovely casey. i was right about the character, but before i put the encyclopedia away, i became decidedly distracted in reading up on all the "dickens" entries.

here are some things i learned:

augustus dickens, dickens' younger brother, the one who initially came up with the name "boz," dickens' famed pseudonym, defected from england to the united states with a woman, thus abandoning his wife and children.
later he died penniless in chicago.
me: that'll be me!
pause.
me: dickens in chicago?
dickens took care of both families left behind by augustus, american and english.

dora annie dickens was a daughter of dickens who died in infancy. she is noted as being named after the wife of david copperfield, which dickens was writing at the time; but, you know, whether it was intended or not, i have to point out, annie was also in david copperfield. she was the girl who did not give in to the first whim of her untrained heart.
hmm, we say.

upon the birth of his first grandchild, dickens requested to be called "venerables," as he did not like the term "grandfather." dickens in life, as evidenced in his books, had a thing for funny nicknames. i swear every one of his daughters had one.

dickens spent a lot of money on everyone. he supported many people in his family, brothers' families, sisters, children, children families... i felt rather bad. what fame can do for you!

anyhow. those are my dickensian facts.

ah, also before i forget. these three things are for casey and hillary.
did you guys know "withnail" is in "l.a. story?"

now i have to wonder, is it totally beyond pathetic to write my teacher to ask him his opinion on schools?

i am so lame.

suddenly i was @ 02:09 pm

wednesday, august 11, 2004

yeah. positive. i really don't like my life.

i think this new bout of angst is attributed to my partner in angst's getting a job. now i am alone. it's amazing she got the position, but it's so much easier to send out to design firms than it is to sit around and tinker with whatever the HELL it is i am supposed to do.

doesn't help everything near me has died and nothing is happening and my life has been reduced to one long ra-ra game with bruce the 7 pound poodle.
granted, i like the ra-ra game (i put my hands to my face and say "ra ra!" and chase bruce, until he hides and comes and finds me again), but should i really be doing it for 90 minutes a day? in my sweats? with unbrushed hair?

THE QUESTION

in other news, here's a question. when looking for apartments, what should one look out for as being a "good deal" opposed to a "bad one?"

suddenly i was @ 03:01 pm

monday, august 9, 2004

then it can just sit around like a stick in the mud like my other one.

ho ho.

suddenly i was @ 10:00 pm

suddenly i was @ 07:42 pm

sunday, august 8, 2004

friday morning began in the am (!?) and i mowed the lawn, cleaned the computer room, my bed room and vacuumed the downstairs. then, directly then at noon, part insertnumberhere.5 of the summer get togethers i lovingly share with casey and hillary began. our get togethers usually consist of some inane adventure (ie finding old ken dolls) and about 19 hours of films. this get together was decidedly constrained however, as i had plans for the next day. we could not long tarry in our favourite milling field of hollywood video; nay, rather we had to be purposeful and expedient.
i love the video store we visit. it is truly something special. i dare you; name a cartoon you watched as a child. anything. they have it. all sorts of foreign films? they have them. classics? oui. anything starring david thewlis? ja.
anyhow, after rentage, we compleated our obligatory snack run.

hillary: cheese puf- not wait. chipses. lays, not kettle, going for volume.
casey: popcorn
moi: banana icecream with a swirl of brown sugar and rum.

yum.

we returned to my domicile and began watching our choice flicks. we started with aristocats (actually in all honesty we watched our first tape, then went for snacks and movies, but i digress). i never realized how dirty duchess' lines were in the "everybody wants to be a cat" song sequence.

duchess: if you want to turn me on, all you have to do is blow your horn...

thank god she didn't say, "let me blow your horn," otherwise, i would have been forced to up and die on the spot; still, it was a insinuation (insinnuendo) which flew compleatly over my head when i was younger.
i enjoyed practicing my bad pun skazills during "aristocats" getting in at least tree references to the "cat in the bag" phrase.
then it was on to "prime suspect," a fine, fine, british produced program starring the undeniably wonderful helen mirren. i love her to bits.
p.s. please be proud, YES i did recognize 17 year old johnny lee miller of sickboy "trainspotting" fame in "prime suspect."

this was followed by two more disney classics: "lady and the tramp" and "robin hood."
i love watching old disney movies. you realize: ah! they were good!
back then, i mean, the lovely damsels still had their sidekicks etc, but it isn't forced. now a days when disney makes a film (not like they're going to anymore, hooray for killing off the 2d studio, sigh) it's like they feel they are obligated to include the disney "clichés." thus it comes off as contrived. audiences can tell the difference between something which is genuine and having something shoved down their throat on a musical side kicking spoon.
"robin hood' was my favourite disney film when i was little. when we watched it on friday i had to make certain to tell the story of jenjen and i last semester discussing it.

me: robin hood was my favourite.
jenjen: mine too!
both: robin hood was such a fox.
30 minutes of laughter.

i am also impressed by the fact i currently can remember where i put my juice cup 10 seconds ago, but can still repeat the dialogue of robin hood et al, verbatim.

sheriff: wait, is the safety on old betsy?
trigger: sure is.
sheriff: that's what i'm afraid of, you go first.

by the time we got to "lady and the tramp" it was only hillary and i who were still conscious.
or so we thought.
out of no where, at 2, 3 or whatever it was, am,ignatius comes down, sits on our blankets and watches the television screen play "lady and the tramp." then the moment it was over he up and left. when casey was related this tale the following morning, we had this conversation.

me: he just wanted to watch lady.
casey: well lady is a fox.
me: no, robin is.
30 minutes of laughter.

we got up early, that is, not at 2 pm, mostly thanks to my father who was clanging around in the kitchen making the most fantastic amount of noise.

coffee grinder: BRRRRRRRR.
me: dad?
coffee grinder: BRRRRRRRR.
me: DAD.
dad: what?
me: hello? hello? what are you doing?
dad: making breakfast.
me: can't you be a little more quiet?
dad: i'm trying.
me: well you're not trying hard enough.

dad proceeds to load dishwasher, loudly.

anyhow. we got up, played with the poodles and parted and i was merry.

during the interim i cleaned up and packed for i was soon to be off to the mountains with my vassar friend, alice.
i met up with her and we drove up the canyon to a nice little cabin her mother's boyfriend owns. there, we met up with said boyfriend, her mother and brother, jack.

things i did in the wilderness:

1. i was taught how to play poker by a 12 year old. alice and i played with her brother for gummi bears.

me: hit me!
jack: that's black jack.

in the end, i actually won, because though i was clueless, i kept getting excellent hands, ie: queen, queen, jack, ten, ace. jack became very upset because he lost all his gummi bears and alice and i had to lure him out of his hiding place with white ones.

alice and i: you can have our white ones.

after jack was white gummi bear appeased, he decided we simply couldn't play anymore poker and had to play black jack. i was taught this game, which is a CRUEL game for a (former) art student as it involves math. i sucked royally at it and lost big time.

2. after our gummi gambling, alice and i went for a walk. we strolled up a little foot path as dusk fell until we came to a fork in the road. since the sun was setting we decided, "let's not get lost" and turned around, just as we did, however, a HUGE antlered moose ran across our footpath. alice and i stood still as we noticed just to our side in the woods were two more moose (mooses?). since the initial one was large enough to drive a small honda underneath its body, we decided it was best to not walk between the separated party of moose. eventually, another antlered one crossed our path followed by an even larger one with no antlers.
it was quite amazing. i've never seen a moose just out and about before in all my whole life and apparently it was quite rare to see a group.

3. i discovered, courtesy of 12 year old jack, i am "more of a kid than you are alice."
i used the phrase "sucks on ice" and apparently that was more than acceptable.
jack: do you like "fairly odd parents"?
me: i love it!
jack: spongebob?
me: have you seen my phone? it rings the theme song.
jack (to alice): see!
alice: well do you know what she's been studying at school?
jack: what?
me: animation. everyone sits around and talks about cartoons.
jack: really?
me: that's right yo.
jack: wait, you're not allowed to use the kid hip.
alice and i: ooooh.
me: i'm too old to use the kid hip!

later jack apprised his mother about my schooling.

jack: i just think that school sounds awesome. better than vassar anyhow.

poor alice, the slightly brilliant chemistry major.

4. after the moose-walk alice and i joined jack and her mother in the hot tub, turned off all the lights and looked at the stars.
i made a secret wish.
you guys may guess at it if you like!

we went to bed early, woke up early (i saw the sunrise) went for anther hike then alice and i left, giving jack a ride home. jack played his compilation mp3 disc for the ride home and it included such hits as: "the pokémon theme," "walk like an egyptian" and "i just can't wait to be king."

and now i am back! and very most tired. i have some calls to make, so i think i shall cut things off here; but it was nice to have a life for 2 days.
in other news, i think i have made my decision about what i would like to do for the next year. i just have to ask powers that be to see if they agree.

suddenly i was @ 08:07 pm

friday, august 6, 2004

i am being productive today.

(ha, you're going to have to hit enter in the address bar again to view that tantalizing image.)

suddenly i was @ 12:23 pm

i am going to think more like a man.

let's face it: it's a man's world and though the female sex is obviously the better gender in all respects, it can't hurt to think a little masculinely at times. in fact, it can even be quite amusing (please to find my "male room" experience recorded sometime in may in this very livejournal, keywords: don't you use yours as a golf club?).

i bring this topic up because my friend and i were discussing males and females and she came to the conclusion females think too much and males not at all.

to which i thought: unless you're a dickensian character or keats; both examples of obviously rare, sensitive males who probably spend a copious amount of time weeping piteously.

but this is the basis of my decision. why obsess, worry, consider or think on anything any more, when i can just scratch myself to make everything be fine? it would be so much easier to just sit around and not think of things.

i am confident this is going to solve of number of issues in my life.

hmm.

i wonder if it will make me rich?

scratch.

not working...

this thought process is actually leading up to a point. the other day i found a card on the ground while walking with a quote from virginia woolf written on it. the card was wet from a sprinkler system, but i pulled the paper from its puddle to read it. this is what it said:

"perhaps a mind that is purely masculine cannot create any more than a mind that is purely feminine... it is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple; one must be woman-manly or man-womanly."

reading this quote one could say keats and david copperfield were doing great. it's a phrase to consider, for all kidding aside it is something i agree with; femininity and masculinity are fictional aspects of a person created by society. it is not a natural thing to be feminine or masculine. male and female are nature. gender is nature but people are neither masculine or feminine, they are merely people.

i don't know. i thought it was nice thing to for the muddy grass to offer to me. the card, now spotted and somewhat warped, sits next to me at the computer so i can read it and think (or not think) about it in moments of quiet.

suddenly i was @ 03:16 am

thursday, august 5, 2004

how's that?

i rented "an american tail" today. please tell me that this is not a relic from only my childhood memories.

i am always amazed at the random pieces of information my mind seems to enjoy storing. for example, what the HELL business do i have knowing the lyrics to the french pigeon's song in this movie?
"ne-vair, say ne-vair, a-gain!" i sing, wondering why.
can i remember to call someone when i need to? no. - how many of pills i have taken for my prescription in a day? no. - the poseidon visuals in this movie? no.
but there i am, "ne-vair, say ne-vair..."

i rented this movie because i knew it was a story about immigrants and though i know my first script (the dickensian one, set in the early 1900's) is finished, i still have this perverse interest in all things turn of the century.
"american tail" predates my era by about 30 years, taking place in the mid 1880's. it was before the big italian influx of american immigrants, but it was still nice to see the little research tidbits peaking through; on the boat ride over each major immigrant group from the turn of the century was represented during the "there are no cats in america" song sequence.
first the eastern europeans, then the italians and lastly the irish.
though, if my memory serves me (and it often doesn't, that's my butler jeeves' job) the big irish immigration happened before the italian one, due to the potato famine in the late 1800's.
i am pretty sure that is how it went. the italians following the irish.
i also liked the sly disney bash reference, three little emigrating mice sitting in a TWIRLING TEACUP, get sick.
har har, says i.

anyhow.
my obsession with early 1900's schtuff.
it's the same pathetic reason i dug "newsies" (newsies is a musical about jack kelly and david -whatever-, two boys who lead the newsies of new york in a strike against the giants of the newspaper world at the turn of the century) out of the depths of no where; it takes place at the end of the last century.
all very fine for atmosphere, sure, but what is a good immigrant film?
the godfather i suppose. the second one. it's italian even.
but what else?
i want an honest to god film about the immigration era. there are millions about the 20's, 30's, 40's on wards and up wards- even backwards... the 1900-1910 decade is so ignored.
can anyone recommend a film?

oh my god, a woman played tony toponi?

he was always the hot italian new york mouse of my dreams.

why, yes that is me in that picture up there, why do you ask?

i remember when i was little i didn't like this movie because it made cats look evil. unless it's "aristocats" or "cats don't dance," the animated shows always do. - but boy, some things don't change. fievel is still tremendously cute. i'm serious. the voice actor was clearly genetically engineered to produce the cutest little voice ever. for proof, please to see the "somewhere out there" song. it's from back in the day when voice actors sang and professional singers weren't hired. their little tiny voices! all strained... it's cute.
speaking of songs: this one is our new theme song.
i want to know why there is this huge "secret of nimh" fan following (the justin and jenner slash fan archive?) and absolutely nothing for "american tail" (though let it be known, nimh is by far the superior film and bluth's best work).

i digress. i am so tired.

but yes. immigrant films. go find me one. we're aiming for the early 1900's, preferably something about the italian immigration.

p.s. if anyone really needs the nimh soundtrack, here you go.

suddenly i was @ 04:05 am

wednesday, august 4, 2004

if the movie isn't plot driven, one might use this formula: (title) is a (genre) about (protagonist) who (inciting incident which creates the situation the movie revolves around).

so help me make a sentence pitch for "a street car named desire" which is what i just watched.

"a streetcar named desire" is a drama about... blanche... erm.

what is streetcar about? it's not a plot driven film really. it's of the latter sort, a situation based story. so what? ... about blanche, a mentally unstable, broken woman who comes to live with her sister and abusive husband?

blanche is the protagonist i think. she has the most to lose. what do you think? try it with other movies and share. it's muy fun.

suddenly i was @ 04:33 pm

vh1 is one of those things invented by the bad guy peoples of some war long ago forgotten to successfully mind numb our populous into moods of pacified goodness so they might take us over with little more than a drool problem to contend with, which is now used solely for quick entertainment purposes (ie "i love the 80's").

really, it's clockwork orange sans the eye gear and droplets. you stick someone (namely: me) on a couch, with a picture to colour and something in which mo rocca appears once or twice and i'm set for the next 10 hours.

well, maybe not ten, but at least for the duration of 1983-84.

my mind is playing some sort of cruel mental trick on me. it has me believing i know what i want to do and i am to be out of here come the end of august.
hmm.

i can see issues with this.

please.

1. i'm broke.
2. i'm broke.
3. i'm also lostsailors on the internet.

oh, wait. scratch that.

3. i'm broke.

so you see, it is very impossible anything fantastic will happen at the end of august, thus the cruel nature of this mind game.

very interesting.

suddenly i was @ 04:19 am

monday, august 2, 2004

oh, how i wanted to write "you" after that subject heading to be childish and amuse myself.

ah, please to see my new random project courtesy of no lifeness; the extremely graphic heavy offending shadows, the fanlisting for puck of william shakespeare's "a midsummer night's dream."

do tell me what you think; if something looks frightfully amiss, what have you.

i'd much appreciate it!

p.s. lest anyone is wondering about the awkward positioning of the graphics, i do have some sense of design. that's what my bfa tells me. the images are there for all those who still have 800x600 browsers. until they can update i am too lazy to create separate layouts and therefore must sacrifice window placement decency out of my love for them so they too might see my sites.

suddenly i was @ 09:50 pm