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suddenly i was @ 11:46 am
(no feathers)
monday, november 29, 2004
First thing first. I am going to be traveling the whole of December 1st of 2004, so I might not have to time wish the ever lovely diana and Ms. Fiona the happiest of birthdays ever. May they be filled with gifts and delights to no end. diana, it’s your sweet sixteenth, that means you will even sweeter than you are now.
Second thing second. Cousbian. Stop reading my story if you are, in fact, doing so. Not only have I decided it sucks ice, but I also think I simply must cut out a few hideous details. If you can’t stop, please remember, a. it was the first story I had ever written and is fraught with nasty awful over writteness so do NOT take example from it, ever and b. do it quickly so I can include your thoughts for change when I go back to change things.
AH! It’s so le bad.
I have so much to report. This is such an occasion when lj serves much more of a personal purpose than public- for ‘tis merry happy memory time!
Tuesday: Meeting screenwriting teacher
My last bout with the internet I mentioned I was meeting up with my old screenwriting teacher. I had the meeting. It was very strange. My teacher is very serious and is all very business in person, but when I get an email, or hear through the grape vine or whatever from him it’s always very encouraging and kind. So this meeting was all business, which was rather sad, but oh well.
Wednesday: Storm
There is nothing like Chicago weather. Nothing like it. It was a huge storm on Wednesday, which, of course, was the day I had to run a thousand and twelve errands. It was slaining- rain and snow- and the wind! Of course the wind! It would be snowing and the wind would be blowing the flakes into your fake like little needles, then, it a moment the snow became walls of water. I was mocked for packing my 1400 pound winter coat, since the day I was flying out to Chicago it was nearly 60 degrees, but see? See? One must prepare for all occasions of the weather.
I picked up gloves and a hat from places along my trek, for my own weren’t in my pockets as usual- and probably are in a box somewhere in my basement.
After about 4 hours of storm trooping I was drenched. I went into Nordstroms to visit an old friend of my mothers and I was literally dripping on the floor. You could hear me, plick plick plick everywhere and a few well to do women complained about me. I also smelled like a wet dog. 1400 pound, World War II wool coats from France keep my body safe from rain, but in doing so emit an odor which usually pervades a local zoo.
Don’t really miss nasty weather.
Thursday: Turkey and soy substitutes.
On Wednesday I was supposed to help Rachel with Henry “Enrico” Johnson, our turkey, but due to the weather, I was too faint to go back out into nature. I came over early on the Holiday day, however and did what I could then.
I made a salad. This is what was in it: spring greens, caramelized pecans, goat cheese, green apples and asparagus vinaigrette dressing.
The meal was amazing! Everyone brought something and everything was made from scratch. We had: my salad, pecan pie, apple pie, sweet potato pie, Enrico, stuffing, mash potatoes, green been casserole, squash with goat cheese, rolls, sweet potatoes, vegetables… it was so much fun! Red wine, white wine, grape juice!
We had a beautiful dinner and I was delighted to spend it with such wonderful kind people. After dinner we cleaned everything up and watched Shrek II and I spent the night. So did my friend Vanida for that matter, so Rachel and I shared her bed happy slumber party style.
Three points:
Enrico, chosen by Rachel, was a 24 pound turkey. My mother had a 24 pound turkey for 16 guests. Rachel had 6 guests to feed.
Despite conversations in the grocery store, Rachel did shove stuff stuffing up Enrico’s bottom as, “his throat is no existent.”
I did not eat any Enrico. I don’t eat meat.
Friday: Movies, Movies and more movies.
We were all fairly tired on Friday. We didn’t want to do anything as it was the hideous black consumer Friday and I absolutely refused to be a part of it. We woke up and shuffled around a bit and I went back to my domicile. I think I watched about 3 hours of animal planet (Venom E.R.). Apparently it’s my favourite channel in Chicago. I used to watch it all the time during school because it was the only channel which played all through the night.
Eventually Rachel called and I wandered back over to their (Tammy and Rachel’s) place where we watched no less than three movies.
Josh (Tammy’s boyfriend) joined us for “Muriel’s Wedding” but when we pulled out “Bridget Jones’s Diary” he said he had to assert his masculinity and went out for an hour only to return for “Swingers.”
GOD I love that movie. Could the dialogue get any more brilliant? I think you should ALL watch it.
So it was quirky love movie night. At 2 am, we called it a night and I slept over again, though this time on the couch.
Saturday: No Jackie O., yes Bridget II and isn’t it a wonderful life?
The plan for Saturday was to visit the Field Museum which is having some special exhibit on Jackie O.’s clothing. When we found out it was 30 dollars, however, on top of the entrance fee- har.
We spent the morning in.
I migrated to Rachel’s bed with Tammy and we all sat there like blobs until Josh came and jumped onto all of us.
We went to see “Bridget Jones: On the Edge of Reason,” which was better than I thought it would be. I was expecting a compleat and utter rehash of the first film, which it was in ways, but the movie has such brilliant fun actors it’s just all right. Renee Zwelleger is a wonderful comedic actress and so lovely too.
Saturday evening I was back at home figuring out how in the hell to work the in apt. laundro-mat when Tammy called to let me know MINI GEORGE, also known as the film, “It’s A Wonderful Life.”
How many have you have seen this?
I. Love. This movie. I wept, through the entire thing. I don’t care if it is considered an “Americana” classic or the fact there is reference to god in it, it is a wonderful film and those of you who haven’t watched it, well, your lives are less my friends for it.
I love George Bailey because he is my hero. I feel just like him now. Always wanting to get out, explore but always thwarted. It also is a story which hales from Dickens, which of course, makes me love it more.
Oh, p.s. has anyone seen commercials for the Christmas Carol musical? HEINOUS. Jason Alexander is Jacob Marley.
Really though, don’t deny yourself a good film. If you watch it and don’t like it, that’s fine, but watch it first see what first class filmmaking is all about.
Sunday: Joyee’s in Evanston with Maude Flanders
Tammy, Rachel, Vanida and I decided to go to our favourite Chinese restaurant in all the world, “Joyee’s.” We absolutely refused, however, to go to the Chinatown one (the original) because Tammy went in the summer and found a syringe in her food and then the restaurant didn’t even pay for the meal.
Only in Chinatown!
So we went to their newly opened branch in Evanston, which is a little nook outside of the city about two train rides away.
The food was delish as I gained my 5000th pound of this trip. I had pineapple fried rice, which is served to you inside of a pineapple.
From there Rachel and I decided we would head back to the city and see (yet another) movie on our way out, however, we stopped in a little store because I saw something the Cousbian might fancy. Inside the little shop were toy vending machines. You know the sort where you put in a dime and out comes a prize? Well there was a Simpsons one and a Disney princess one. We decided to give it a go. Tammy wanted Homer from the Simpsons. We had to ask the register for quarters. Tammy went first and got…
T: God damn it!
The Rest of us: What? Who did you get?
T; Maude Flanders!
Laughter.
T: She’s the worst character- she’s not even alive! Damn it!
I was laughing so hard I fell over. Tammy went again aiming for Homer. She got:
T: NO! Rod Flanders!
At this point Rachel and I wanted to try for Ariel in the Disney Princess machine. Remember, every turn we had to ask for more quarters. First I got Belle, then Rachel got Cinderella. Tammy was still very dramatic about Maude so Vanida tried for her (V: I hope it’s Milhouse!) and got Grandpa.
The store clerk was “entertained” by us acting 2 and asked, “Would you like me to open the machines to get you more change?”
T: Can you open the machine and let me get Homer?
I am crying at this point I am laughing so hard.
Clerk: If you go again and don’t get Homer, I will open it and let you choose.
Of course she goes and gets Grandpa so the Clerk opens up everything and lets Tammy grab Homer. Rachel and I in the meantime wonder if she will open the Disney Princess machine and give us Ariel.
She didn’t.
When we left the store (two years later) Tammy noticed Homer was chipped.
T: Damn it!
Me: Do you want to go back? You can tell the lady, “hey, you opened up the vending machine for me and chose the deformed Homer and I want a new one.”
At that moment we walked by a theatre and saw “Finding Neverland” and figured, “when in Ro- Evanston!” and went to the show.
“Finding Neverland” of all the theatre movies this trip (“Polar Express” and “Bridget”) was by far the best. Rachel cries at everything and Vanida reported she bawled for the half of the film. In my typically public heartlessness, I shed not a tear (perhaps they were gone from the night before with George Bailey?) but I really did like the feature. I will have to detail more as this entry is erm, long.
I thought the children were wonderful, some of the imagery forced (the Grandmother Hook parallel for example) and the only parts which made me almost break emotion were the clips of Peter Pan.
Which brings us to now. I have to get moving. I just picked up my processed film. The sound is not synced. That’s great. Only paid 1000 dollars for it. No biggie (angst). … And now I must run, return books to the library, look at underwear (hoorays!) and prepare to meet Rachel as we are going the the Lyric Opera tonight.
Hur. I haven’t been there since I r gadjooated.
Then I only have a day left! I don’t think I shall see a computer until I get home, but sigh. I am sad to leave this place behind again. As overdramatic as it sounds, it has reminded me what feeling alive is like.
Love.
Oh my god.
Wait.
I just got an email...
suddenly i was @ 02:06 pm
(no feathers)
tuesday, november 23, 2004
i am back at school again. i was to pick up my film, but certain equipment is out of commission, so i will be here yet again come this next monday.i wanted to type up a thankful sort of entry today, since i doubt tomorrow and especially thursday i will be able to write anything.
this has been a good trip. it really has. not just for the fun social elements, but mentally as well. after a time away, i was able to come back here and reassess what i had sweetened in my memory, bring it back to reality and look at my life.
i really do have a nice life. i may not be perfectly happy with it, but i have to recognize i have a good one.
i reached this conclusion watching tlc's medical night when i thought: i'm not dying, my stomach has not exploded and i don't have third degree burns all over my body.
i have very kind friends. sometimes it seems like i have hardly any as it's got down to a select few i can number on my hands, but those few are the crème de la crème. i can't thank my friends, tammy, josh and rachel enough for this trip this fall. they cannot possibly realize how much it has meant to me to come back and glance at the life i once had and to be reminded of all the good things i still have. how lucky am i- and what did i deserve to have such kind friends?
this goes for all the friends i have:
at home casey, who never fails to cheer me on even though 98.8 percent of the time i am negative and evil and hillary who somehow managed to hang around me without poking her eyes out in terror. on the internet, the dianas, sayyes, myflyingbunny, hanna, gaminette and others- everyone! and always, always the cousbian.
i don't think i deserve all your kindnesses and sometimes i forget they exist, but know- everyone!- when i actually stop thinking about myself and whatever personal angst is in fashion for me at the time, i really know how lucky i am to have such wonderful people grace my life.
thank you to all my friends. thank you to my family. my pets. my teachers. this city. my home. thank you.
suddenly i was @ 02:43 pm
(no feathers)
monday, november 22, 2004
oh finally i arrive back at the old journal. i have started a few entries, but i haven't had the time to actually post. evil, vile timed public computer outposts. i am back at school again, free of wretched 60 minute, 15 minute sessions. i figure, i gave this school how many hundred thousands of dollars? i can do whatever i so please.inhale.
we then met up with rachel and tammy's boyfriend josh and laughing and hollering went to "the polar express" (whoa, badness). after the movie it was thanksgiving shopping (this is why i am here, josh, tammy and rachel wanted me for the holiday, go figure). rachel bought ornaments for a holiday tree with all of our names, tammy ran about and josh and i laughed at rachel.
here is a conversation about turkey.
rachel: the first time was gross.
me: but now you're pro at it.
josh: she's used to shoving her fist up rectums now.
rachel: throat, josh. i like to work with the top.
josh and i: insane laughter for 15 minutes.
our turkey's name is henry, but we call him "enrico."
this was long and boring. i didn't even get to talk about my immigrant things! ANGST. well next time, for now it edges close to lunch hour and i must be off.
suddenly i was @ 11:47 am
(no feathers)
thursday, november 18, 2004
ok, this is how it is. i have finally pin-pointed how i feel about everything.i am some somewhere between ebenezer scrooge of "a christmas carol," wandering through scenes which do not see or hear me, unable to relate to anything save through memory and schmidt of "about schmidt," who goes back to places of his life and finds, they are no longer really endowed with the magic they once possesed.
i am really lonely. i knew at home, at about the three month mark of being away from this city, i might as well cut the umbellical because i could never go back to the life i had once going. my life here was over. the other people i knew, their lives have moved on and don't include me. at home it's no different, i've been gone from there so long, i have no life there either.
i don't know what i was thinking coming here for so long. i thought maybe a visit back might pump me up, but i suppose even if you can dress a wolf in sheep's clothing he's still a wolf under the wool. i feel very disjointed and lonely here, just like i do at home.
maybe i was thinking some other old life or other people's lives would come back and jazz up my existence, but i suppose i have only my life to contend with and it is a boring, unfulfilling, listless one which i am not proud of at all.
all this said, i am still wandering through all my old haunts. today i am at the library using one of their computers. i have 46 minutes left before i have to sign off.
dang public computers.
i went to my screenwriting teacher's class. i showed up 30 minutes early, but the class started early! i waited and waited for them to take a break; literally i was sitting there for 2 hours, before i had to leave.
my teacher saw me for .5 seconds, but had to continue to teach, so i left him a note on the door.
anyhow. i haven't been up to much else, tomorrow is the spongebob squarepants movie and i am SO excited. too bad i left my spongebob sweatshirt at home.
i best be moving, i'd like to see other ljs before i have to sign off.
so love, love.
suddenly i was @ 03:12 pm
(no feathers)
second day here and i have found myself a computer.
actually i am sitting in a school lab.
i had to pick up some school transcripts today. i did so, though who knew the one random day of the year i fly a few time zones to get here it would be registration time? after waiting in a long line, i got my paper work and i have since spent the past little while exploring my old stomping grounds.
did you know they painted the student lounge and all the computers have adobe csd programs now?
i can't tell you how strange it feels. i feel like a stranger- like some espionage spy from without the insulated bubble looking in. it's so strange! i feel compleatly apart. it's so interesting to look back into this world of emaciated males, prim funky females and tired, tired human beings.
also, i think it's a prerequisite all new graduates must put all 20 pounds. art students are skeletons!
you forget about the big city. it's so dirty and moist. i mean, you remember how it is- but you don't. i feel so nervous walking the streets i have walked a thousand times it's like i'm brand new here! i'm all full of anticipation.
my first day back was fab. rachel came and retrieved me from the airport. we were standing waiting for a cab when we were approached by some driver whose ride had bailed. he was looking for passengers going downtown. he offered us and a man from seattle discounted rides back to the city in a mini limo.
rachel and i figured, there were three of us, one of us male, so we could take the driver if he was possessed and it was cheaper than a cab so... so we drove back into the big city in our little limo.
once i had dropped off all my belongings, we decided we simply had to eat and what did we want?
cheesecake!
we went and had our lunch, discussed family and politics and as we were cleaning up to leave i made the announcement it was absolutely imperative i get underwear. rachel said, "oh! i have to go to victoria's secret."
- to which i responded, "uh, no. honey? i'm talking wallgreens. i need a garbage bag full for 5 bucks."
we did go along the mag mile though and we did go into victoria's secret and-
could i get a drum roll?
they had a sale going on. hurrah for cheapness. i bought five pairs for an incredibly small amount of money and thus doubled my undergarment collection. it was somewhere at about this time, when we were clutching our pink bagged purchases and commenting on the new victoria's secret bra, rachel and i realized what an incredibly girly day we had had, without effort or knowledge on our part.
limo, cheesecake... underwear?
i might have to go change my name because i don't know myself.
anyhow. i have my transcripts now and information of where two of my teachers are this week... screenwriting class is tonight, storyboarding class monday...
what do you think, should i crash a course tonight and say hello?
i have to get out of here. i feel strange and cannot concentrate to save my life i don't want anyone- even though i know no one now- to see my journal and i am sure an ACTUAL student could use a computer.
suddenly i was @ 03:12 pm
(no feathers)
wednesday, november 10, 2004
1. i just want to make special thanks to those of you who have already sent me music. i have absolutely loved all the cds, all by groups i never would have thought to purchase in all my whole life and the mixes are amazing! it's so interesting to see how people who have never met me perceive me via their choice of music for me. i vary from gregorian chants to spunky pop to sarah mclaughlin apparently.but thank you all, very, very much. this is the most exciting and fun thing i have ever been involved in; if anyone would like anything at all in return, please tell me!
2. my questions.
in any instance at all can a girl with a man twice her age not be salacious?
i'm serious.
is there any time it's not compleatly nasty? if it was back in the day perhaps?- or is even that no excuse in the modern age? diana says anything might be forgiven if it was for true love. is that statement true?
how about this, can you be sympathetic to someone who says they love two people?
please answer? throw me a bone here.
3. it's official. i have no underwear. the poodles have literally eaten every pair. what used to be a sick joke is NO LONGER AMUSING. ignatius is stashing pairs. i think have all precious 5 pairs safe- then BAM. no, one is there, MURDERED on the couch.
and then there are four.
all my favourite pairs- gone. the stripey ones? rest in peace. - but surely, you say, that pink pair?
no. no, my friend, the pink pair is gone.
thank god the grasshopper ones still live, but for how long? i am down to random jockey pairs i ferret out of the dryer.
4. oh. a few of you asked why i was so upset election day and i couldn't answer without foaming at the mouth. here is a funny ny times article to read which states a few points i was trying to mention but for the rabid spittle.
hee.
washington by maureen dowd
With the Democratic Party splattered at his feet in little blue puddles, John Kerry told the crushed crowd at Faneuil Hall in Boston about his concession call to President Bush.
"We had a good conversation," the senator said. "And we talked about the danger of division in our country and the need, the desperate need, for unity, for finding the common ground, coming together. Today I hope that we can begin the healing."
Democrat: Heal thyself.
W. doesn't see division as a danger. He sees it as a wingman.
The president got re-elected by dividing the country along fault lines of fear, intolerance, ignorance and religious rule. He doesn't want to heal rifts; he wants to bring any riffraff who disagree to heel.
W. ran a jihad in America so he can fight one in Iraq - drawing a devoted flock of evangelicals, or "values voters," as they call themselves, to the polls by opposing abortion, suffocating stem cell research and supporting a constitutional amendment against gay marriage.
Mr. Bush, whose administration drummed up fake evidence to trick us into war with Iraq, sticking our troops in an immoral position with no exit strategy, won on "moral issues."
The president says he's "humbled" and wants to reach out to the whole country. What humbug. The Bushes are always gracious until they don't get their way. If W. didn't reach out after the last election, which he barely grabbed, why would he reach out now that he has what Dick Cheney calls a "broad, nationwide victory"?
While Mr. Bush was making his little speech about reaching out, Republicans said they had "the green light" to pursue their conservative agenda, like drilling in Alaska's wilderness and rewriting the tax code.
"He'll be a lot more aggressive in Iraq now," one Bush insider predicts. "He'll raze Falluja if he has to. He feels that the election results endorsed his version of the war." Never mind that the more insurgents American troops kill, the more they create.
Just listen to Dick (Oh, lordy, is this cuckoo clock still vice president?) Cheney, introducing the Man for his victory speech: "This has been a consequential presidency which has revitalized our economy and reasserted a confident American role in the world." Well, it has revitalized the Halliburton segment of the economy, anyhow. And "confident" is not the first word that comes to mind for the foreign policy of a country that has alienated everyone except Fiji.
Vice continued, "Now we move forward to serve and to guard the country we love." Only Dick Cheney can make "to serve and to guard" sound like "to rape and to pillage."
He's creating the sort of "democracy" he likes. One party controls all power in the country. One network serves as state TV. One nation dominates the world as a hyperpower. One firm controls contracts in Iraq.
Just as Zell Miller was so over the top at the G.O.P. convention that he made Mr. Cheney seem reasonable, so several new members of Congress will make W. seem moderate.
Tom Coburn, the new senator from Oklahoma, has advocated the death penalty for doctors who perform abortions and warned that "the gay agenda" would undermine the country. He also characterized his race as a choice between "good and evil" and said he had heard there was "rampant lesbianism" in Oklahoma schools.
Jim DeMint, the new senator from South Carolina, said during his campaign that he supported a state G.O.P. platform plank banning gays from teaching in public schools. He explained, "I would have given the same answer when asked if a single woman who was pregnant and living with her boyfriend should be hired to teach my third-grade children."
John Thune, who toppled Tom Daschle, is an anti-abortion Christian conservative - or "servant leader," as he was hailed in a campaign ad - who supports constitutional amendments banning flag burning and gay marriage.
Seeing the exit polls, the Democrats immediately started talking about values and religion. Their sudden passion for wooing Southern white Christian soldiers may put a crimp in Hillary's 2008 campaign (nothing but a wooden stake would stop it). Meanwhile, the blue puddle is comforting itself with the expectation that this loony bunch will fatally overreach, just as Newt Gingrich did in the 90's.
But with this crowd, it's hard to imagine what would constitute overreaching.
Invading France?
anyhow, yes! if everyone can give me a little feedback on those questions i would love you for forevers.
suddenly i was @ 07:55 pm
(1 birdcatcher)
sunday, november 7, 2004
i have been waiting with bated breath for "the incredibles" since the first little snippet trailer aired however many, many months ago.
so, it may be said my expectations were just a wee bit high. just a smidge through the roof when i went this afternoon with my friend daphna, family,
sometimes 'great expectations isn't' a good thing.
the first thirty minutes of "the incredibles" is genius. i loved it. the characterizations were hilarious (see the boss and teacher- p.s. the boss was voiced by t-rex of "toy story" fame) the situations were funny. there is just something so hilarious about the ordinary. don't ask me why. it then spiraled into a semi thrilling adventure with action, action, action and oh yes, action.
the animation is beautiful. it amazes me how far pixar has come these past few years. i have never seen anything more gorgeous than violet's hair. the camera moves, the water. i could geek out on you and tell how much it makes me swoon but, meh. i have pasta on the stove, so let's continue and just accept the fact the animation is wonderful.
here are my three big beefs (or tofu substitutes) with this film.
a. guns.
i am such a prude about violence. i admit this. i really didn't care for the guns in this film. i can handle the giant robots or the jet propelled globules, but something about hand guns and bullets, well it's just disarming (har, pun).
i can handle guns and gun fight in animation. that's not the issue, but in something like "the incredibles" which isn't "cowboy bebop" et al and is a film where thousands of tiny toddlers are going to flock to see it, i don't feel they need to see guns; and personally i don't want to see it either. that's what tarantino and cnn are for.
guns bring in this element of reality which i don't want when i am watching superheroes and robots.
the world is glutted enough on this kind of imagery as is and despite popular belief suspense and sense of danger can be achieved without the presence of artillery.
i know.
it's amazing.
"the incredibles" is darker than the most recent pixar films. a whole pg darker. a fact which i have read as being credited to writer/director brad bird.
brad bird- as i am sure you all know off the top of your heads- was the brains behind the animated masterpiece, "the iron giant."
and- it's funny, i remember the one point of that film which ever gave me pause was when the army shows up with guns and tanks.
you get lulled into this surreal world- then BAM, reality. brad bird is comfortable with guns in his stories.
in the iron giant though, it worked better for me as a. it was set in a very specific time and place (as-close-as-you-can-get-to-americana maine, 1950's, cold war era) rather than some random metroplis-like city with superheores and b. the whole film was banked on the message "guns kill." a point compleatly missed "the incredibles" where people would blow up and then just disappear (float float) without repercussions.
2. twiggy.
so... all women are sticks. i know it was great stylization concept- "i know- all the girls can be waifs, except for the mom, let's give her hips." it stood out first thing to me and bothered me for the entire film. the male characters are stylized into every shape and form: big, tall, thin, fat the women? sticks.
and if she's a mother, a stick with hips.
i don't count edna into the mix there either. she was far from a main character and she was based on a real woman, edith head a famous costume designer; who was, surprise, not a waif.
guns and tiny females, just what i want my 3 year olds watching over and over and over again.
3. plot points.
i thought the plot was great fun with "the incredibles," a little "spy kids" maybe, but never the less fun. i was totally disappointed, however, when i figured out punch lines before they came.
the second buddy showed up, i thought, "there's our villain." the second syzmo or whatever his villain name was, i saw his cape and thought, "that's his downfall." and i knew the little baby jack-jack was going to manifest his super powers the second the babysitter spat, "there's nothing this baby can dish out i can't handle."
i even had it in my head he would burst into fire.
what's that about?
there were plenty of fun moments, great dialogue ("you married elastigirl and got busy!"), but i personally get sad when i figure out punch lines.
i want a movie's plot to be so good, i couldn't have come up with it in a million years.
i also thought the ending was too staggered.
it's over.
NO IT'S NOT.
it's over.
NO, IT'S NOT.
it's over- but there's room for a sequel!
all in all though, pretty good. if i was giving stars, 3 out of 4. i still prefer other pixar films- "finding nemo," "monsters inc." and the toy stories. movies which packed heart over action. there is just something magical about those films. can anything be more heart breaking than the toy whose owner out grows her? or anything more timeless than the parent's search for his child? they were just this sweet little films which tapped into human emotions and did so on such a simple level- with toys, with fish- that it was charming. it was this magic human touch which, despite the fanfare and beautiful artistry and booms and kabooms, i felt was missing from "the incredibles."
the best of the incredibles, as i see it, is still that trailer of bob putting on his suit.
maybe just a salad...
genius.
last notes:
i love seeing animated movies. they always have animated trailers and i can see things i have been reading up on for the past three years.
movie screen: disney pictures presents...
me: chicken little.
looks awful.
movie screen: pixar pictures presents...
me: cars.
also, looks awful.
i also didn't much care for the short attached to incredibles. it was cute... but it just wasn't smart like the ones in the past. pretty run of the mill. i can't wait for it to win an oscar.
suddenly i was @ 09:21 pm
(no feathers)
thursday, november 4, 2004
i have to go treadmill. i have been at a computer all day, but i really feel i need to say this.so.
last entry.
you know, the one no one wanted to touch with an 80 and a half foot titanium pole?
i apologize for it. that was straight from the horse's brain to the lj, which never should happen. those opinions are mine and should not be forced upon others but rather kept deep, deep within.
i realize terms like "gun totin', jesus lovin' lemmings" PERHAPS could have come off as a bit strong. i just want everyone to know, i was not mocking faith. i think it is an amazing beautiful thing. i was just, rather ungracefully, stating i think it is wrong to force one's faith upon an entire country and govern by its morals.
i do not begrudge anyone who voted for bush. just as it is my right to foam at the mouth and weep and tell everyone about it, it is their right to vote for whomever they please.
see what a wicked person i can be? i don't think anyone can do "cranky" quite like i can. again, i am so sorry, i hope you all will forgive me.
in other news, i feel really terrible about elizabeth edwards. i liked the edwards family.
FUN THINGS
kelly, THANK you so much. i love you to pieces. i am listening to one of your cds right now, i can't wait to take them to work. thank you, thank you, thank you. you are very kind to me!
i just want to point out casey is just the best friend any one could have. she let me rant and rant last night without contest. i think she is beyond fab and i want every to know this.
also, it's official. we're seeing mo rocca in december! le squee.
suddenly i was @ 08:33 pm
(no feathers)
wednesday, november 3, 2004
i rarely make such pointed statements, but i am a embittered, saddened, angry person today and this is my journal space. if you feel it is going to anger you, just leave. it's my space and i want to fill it right now with some thoughts of mine.
what can i say? you probably may guess how i feel about the outcome of america's latest election. some of you were even lucky enough to be made privy to an email entitled, "bush lives, america is dead" from me. sorry about that. i think i only sent it out to those who share my sentiments. i was overcome with emotion at the time.
i heard the news at the office. i almost cried. cried! over politics. who knew i even cared?
i am ashamed and disgusted by america. everything was to waste. all the times i have defended "america the people" versus america the worldly projected image and look how wrong i was. we are all lemmings.
loud, annoying, gun toting, jesus lovin' lemmings.
the office today was quiet and depressed.
this was an election on morals. above war, above economy, basic human rights- those non-issues- people came out in droves to vote on perceived morality. it was a campaign run on fear and faith. touch home with the heartland of america. remind them how unsafe the country is- terror is around every corner then bring god into it. our president? he works with god's army. i hear jesus has a little folding chair right there in the oval office where he can talk to bush direct.
thank god, ha, pun! - we have a president who knows what god and jesus want (war, tax breaks for the wealthy, saving the stem cells- oh, i mean babies). it's a good thing. just what the world needs in these trying times.
the bush contingency was able to wrap its messages into tight, concise, simple mantras which hit it home with middle america. kerry was an erudite. he wouldn't talk about religion and god and how they influence his thought process and that just isn't going to fly here. america was founded by puritans and is still run by puritans. kerry did not connect with that american heartland mentality. he appealed to the savvy densely populated places: california, new york, chicago- but if you can't strike a chord with the masses, well, they don't call it the heartland of america for nothing. the heartland is the silent majority.
all the protests, the rallies, media? - it's nothing but a minority noise.
i am just disappointed people couldn't see bush for the idiot he is.
and he is.
above all else, the man is a simpleton. i am shocked people can listen to such statements as, "we will not have an all volunteer army" and think, "YES. that is the man. that is the man i want to lead us through war" (which he started BY THE WAY). is it denial? is it fear? or were they really voting for the man with god on his side?
manifest destiny!
i am not saying i think kerry had all the answers. i was not even much of a kerry fan. he probably would have been a luke warm leader but he would have been a change. all i know is bush has not made the world better. the economy is shot, prescriptions are through the roof, the country is polarized, my friends are losing rights and we're at war. just to name a few things i have noticed in my own life.
but if that's what jesus wants... i'm not going contest, because that's the american way.
in a way, i hope everything that is going wrong now continues to do so ten fold. i hope the economy collapses in on itself, we get a draft so my friends and i can be sent to a feckless war- because as it stands right now, the higher education clause and being female doesn't stop the draft any more- and everything else just so people's eyes can be opened to the addlepated, tyrant they CHOSE to put into power. it will be the biggest, "i told you so" of all time.
this is not true however and i really don't wish it for any of it for it would only do harm to me and those i know and love. i hope the world stays together in one piece for four more years. i- i can't even say what i hope for right now.
i just hope we survive.
"america has spoken," but it just put its big, fat, holy sandaled foot into its own mouth and forgot to listen to the other side.
suddenly i was @ 08:27 pm
if you are morbidly curious to know what it was on about, you may comment to request access, because it's not being posted here.
in the mean time: people.
help me.
i need images which look like this.
can you think of any movie which would yield similar images?
something with a man or boy sitting at a desk in nice froofy type clothing?
also, have you ever seen a stranger oliver twist? it looks like it follows his mother's story, does anyone know about this film?
suddenly i was @ 12:44 am