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28. PhD Candidate in Creative Writing and Literature. Loves cyborgs and zombies, sewing, steampunk and cosplay. Horror movies. Wants to be R. L. Stine when she grows up.

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Saturday, January 28, 2006





According to the Movies.com Which Movie Star Are You Like? quiz, you're:George Clooney



Everyone loves you, and you're only getting better (and better-looking!) with age. You're a generous, loyal and fun-loving friend, and you also seem to really care about your politics, consistently putting yourself on the line for your beliefs. We wish there were more of you out there.

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The Musical Hell of My Life
Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Now, it's no secret that I have decided to hate musicals. I'm pretty sure that I started hating musicals after I took a musical theatre class. I remember there was a time when I enjoyed musicals. Oh well. If Andrew Lloyd Weber has anything to do with a musical, I am instantly annoyed.

Anyway, Sunday night, I missed Desperate Housewives because I wanted to watch 24 instead. (24, by the way, was horrible... they killed off some of my favorite characters in the first 10 minutes. I was literally bawling my eyes out, and I don't cry at movies or television unless they're about war.) So I downloaded the episode I missed, and watched it on B's computer, while B decided that he and Dennis should watch Phantom of the Opera on Showtime Demand. And he's been critiquing the movie the entire time. It would be funny if it wasn't so sad. The guy masking his identity is Dennis. I suppose he is ashamed, the way my husband should be ashamed. And you can tell that it actually is Phantom of the Opera on in the background, as the Phantom is on the television screen. Brad: "I feel like just turning this off and turning on Jesus Christ Superstar instead." But he did jazz hands when he said it.

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at January 19, 2006 9:15 PM Anonymous Anonymous said...

i watched it twice this week. christine is freakin' hot. the scene where they perform 'Don Juan' is so hot it makes me wanna curse.

 
at January 19, 2006 10:13 PM Anonymous Samantha said...

I really need to ban anonymous users. I mean, what kind of a person admits openly that he's watched Phantom of the Opera . Twice. In one week! Well, I suppose that's why it's admitted anonymously, eh? Hahahaha!

 
at January 30, 2006 6:58 PM Anonymous Alex_Knight said...

I will fully admit that I watched it and enjoyed it. I would watch it again.
I agree with Anon as well. The actress playing Christine was rather attractive.

 

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The First Week
Monday, January 16, 2006

The first week of classes went well. I am pleased with the class I am teaching, they seem like good students who are willing to be engaged. I was afraid that second semester Freshmen would be more jaded and less willing to go along for the crazy ride that is Writing and Critical Reasoning, but so far so good.

I'm taking a graduate fiction workshop and a poetry workshop where poets will collaborate with composers in order to write songs. I have to write three short poems, or perhaps even haikus, by tomorrow. I think Lorie has ruined serious haikus for me, though. Because every time I try to write something halfway decent, I can't help but remember the good old days when we wrote odes about ducklings and to the poo god.

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Say It Isn't So
Monday, January 2, 2006



I would just like to comment upon the fact that life is so not fair. We live in a world where Topher Grace gets to be Venom, one of the coolest comic book villains ever?

I think the end is neigh. Or nigh. Or close. Something like that.

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at January 2, 2006 8:24 PM Anonymous Lorie said...

I take it you're not a fan of That 70's Show?

 
at January 10, 2006 6:25 PM Anonymous Anonymous said...

i'm definatlely picking up what you're putting down, but consider this: toby mcguire = spiderman.

 
at January 10, 2006 6:32 PM Anonymous Samantha said...

At first I thought Toby (Tobey?) McGuire was a poor choice as well... but I gotta say that boy pumped up quite nicely in order to be more Spider-Man-like. Plus, he does make for a good Peter Parker. So I can see the compromise.

But I'm unwilling to budge on this Topher Grace phenomenon. It's just wrong.

 
at January 10, 2006 10:36 PM Anonymous Lorie said...

I don't know the original Spider-Man story at all. Does Venom start out as a nerdy scientist who is then horribly mutated? Because I can totally see Topher Grace in any sort of dorky role. And then you just would just need a lot of costuming and padding to be Venom.

 
at January 12, 2006 2:01 AM Anonymous Princess Blogonoke said...

Venom is really a guy named Eddie Brock. In the comic book, he and Mary Jane and Peter Parker all when to the same college and he was competing with Peter Parker for Mary Jane's affection. If I remember correctly, Eddie was supposed to be a football jock. I would have thought someone like Ashton Kutcher or even that other blond guy from that 70's show would've made a better Venom than Topher Grace. Then again, stuff is different in movies than in comic books, so I don't know how they're going to add him into the story.

 

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A Load of Poppycock

So last year, well technically until February, the Chinese Zodiac year was a Rooster. Last February 7th, I posted the prediction for me and my husband. At the time, I didn't think B's goatish whimsy fortune was that accurate, I look back on it and laugh at how wrong I was.Without further adieu, how the year shaped up for this old cock:

Road Ahead of Roosters

This Chinese New Year could be the first day of the rest of your life. In Rooster years, people born in this sign must plan the next dozen years with utmost foresight.

 


I don't know how to plan the next dozen years with utmost foresight, but I have a pretty basic plan for the next 4-7 years. I hope that's enough.


 


You have been longing to change your life, waiting for the chance to unload responsibility and finally feel free to be the person you know you really are. Get started now.


 


I was longing to change my life. I really wanted to go to grad school, and after a fortituitous turn of events, I was accepted to a Ph.D. program in Creative Writing and Literature. That's where my 'pretty basic plan' comes into play: graduate.


 


Change of residence is likely.


 


This is very interesting, because a change of residence did occur for every Rooster I know. I moved from the Valley to Downtown L.A. However, that's not the truly interesting part. Three of my other friends, who are all cocks as well (only one actually has one, though) all are changing residences. So there's me and moving to downtown. There's Princess Blogonoke who not only moved to Oregon for half of the year, but her fiance moved to Culver City (about 20 miles from where I live) and when they get married later this year, she'll be living out here, too. My friend Nick graduated and has left the U.P. and has a job lined up downstate. And Lindsi sold her house in Rancho Cordova (right outside of Sacramento), made a profit of $95,000 and is moving to Boston.


 


You will dissolve a partnership to break new ground on your own.


 


I was "laid off" in the now infamous "not pretty enough to answer phones" debacle of Aero Film '05. Lindsi also dissolved a partnership with SBC, the company she had worked for 6 years (since we were 18) on account of her move to Boston.


 


Watch your pennies.


 


When B was working for GamesWorkshop and only making $8.50 an hour, I was receiving unemployment. It was extremely tight financially.


 


You'll be needing them when you move to Paris or New York or even back to Squedunk where you came from.


 


Well, I'm not from Squedunk, but we did move to the heart of L.A. Although, there isn't really a lot of heart around. It's actually kind of weird. We're supposedly "centrally located" but the nearest grocery store is 4 miles away. The nearest mall is 11 miles away. But the main branch of the public library is only a few blocks away, and Rite Aid sells milk, so we're good.


 


Hook up with a wise Snake or marry yourself to a stolid Ox. You'll be needing some ballast for the long haul.


I didn't need a Snake, I had my dreamy goat-boy.



Dreamy GoatsThe Rooster year is challenging for dreamy, whimsical Goats.

 


Challenging... deceitful... whatever...


 


Harsh directives, rigid dictates and tight schedules are your worst enemies.


 


It really was. B was working at GamesWorkshop from end of January/February until August last year. The management sucked and barked orders rather than merely explaining things. Oh, not to mention the shady ways of conducting business, for instance hiring him with the "intention to make him manager" but pulling the whole switcheroo and leading him on for months instead. And one mustn't forget the misogynistic atmosphere. Plus, the schedule and the "uniform" blew. B had to close the store every night, because all of their events started around 5 PM so they wanted the best employee to run them. He rode the bus, so he wouldn't get home until 11 or 11:30 at night. You know what's really sad about our country? Oftentimes, the jobs that leave you the most tired pay the least...


 


Don't even try to tow the line.


 


After a while, B was outright rebellious. When it became quite clear that the higher-ups at GamesWorkshop were never going to promote him the way he had been promised, he stopped doing his job and was just a warm body in the store.


 


It's useless to fight your own sweet nature. Stay out of the line of fire.


 


B could never bring himself to out and out confront anyone about the deceit because it just didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. Instead, he got an interview while he was still working at GamesWorkshop, and obtained a job as a chemist, put his two weeks notice in, and now gets paid exactly twice what he used to make. Not too shabby, eh?


 


Use this year to build better castles in the air.


 


I'm not really sure if he's done this, but every day he plays with Quicken and is amazed that we're bringing in more money than is going out.


 


But don't neglect your love life.


 


Oh, it hasn't.


 


There is a mellow Pig or cozy Rabbit lurking out there who longs to support you in style while you concoct even the zaniest of schemes.


 


All he needs is cock. And if I'm not there to provide him with all of his Roosterly needs, then I'm sure Josh would be more than happy to comply.

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The Grizzly Man Goeth A-Crazy

I was bored and reading The 10 Best Movie Scenes of 2005 on MSNBC, this is not to suggest that the list was about the ten best movies this year, it was simply the best scenes. This one caught my attention.
All employees must wash their hands
Timothy Treadwell touches what he will become in "Grizzly Man"

I'd seen pictures of Timothy Treadwell, the titular Grizzly Man in Werner Herzog's disturbing documentary, and he certainly looked the part: rugged, blonde hair tied in a bandana. But when he first speaks you're taken aback. His voice is high and babyish. You would expect someone who treats nature with caution and respect but this guy treats it like kitsch. At one point he even films a bear going to the bathroom, and then, as your mind is shouting "No!" he reaches out and pats the gigantic stool. "This came from inside her," he says in his lovey-dovey voice. And that's when you know. What Treadwell feels is beyond kitsch. It's beyond love. It's a step into insanity. I love you so much that I love your crap because it came from inside you. When you're this consumed by love, you want to be consumed by your love. Horrifically, Treadwell got his wish.

Yeah. I don't think I have anything else to add to that.

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