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Saturday, December 03, 2005
Oh, I saw Rent, finally.
Most important thing about this movie is Jesse L. Martin. Jesse L. Martin is this movie. He made me cry like a baby, I'm not ashamed to admit it, he did it on stage and he did it in the film, every time he sings that damn reprise I just go all to pieces. I had tears rolling down my damn face. Which I love, I love crying at movies.
Second most important things: Anthony Rapp, Wilson Jermaine Heredia, Idina Menzel, Tracie Thoms. Loved, loved, loved.
Very, very cheesy movie. Very cheesy. I groaned, rolled my eyes, blushed, covered my face. The rhyming dialogue was painful to hear. They cut some good songs and they did obliterate the character of Mark, the fuckers. Adam Pascal is the most ridiculous actor/singer pretty much ever. I simply cannot stand him. He is really just the epitome of cheese.
Yeah. The movie is cheesy as all hell.
Also really fun if you give in to it. Come to the dark side. Give in to it.
I wonder if I was the only person in my universe who caught Aaron "Mushie from Newsies/Singing Voice of Goofy's Son in A Goofy Movie" Lohr as Steve from the Life Support meeting. Aaron Lohr was my primary Newsies crush when I was 13. Christian Bale, bechhh, I like the really gay ones. (Marry me, Anthony Rapp.)
I am both a twelve year old girl and a screaming male homosexual stereotype, god bless me. I did enjoy it. It was shlock-tastic. I'm seeing it again. Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:25 AM | shower me with attention
I am happy to report that the rumours of my social awkwardness have been greatly exagerrated.
That's all. Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:47 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Overheard at a makeup counter in Century 21 today:
Old Woman to Clerk: My boss calls me Jay-Z! Clerk: He calls you Jay-Z?! OW: Yes! He calls me Jay-Z! And when I met Jay-Z he found it so funny! C: YOU MET JAY Z?!?!
She was this old, white, Jew-y sounding yenta-type. You had to be there, the clerk and I were dying. Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:58 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Crap, is this a trend now? 4:40 am exactly, just like yesterday... Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:10 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, November 28, 2005
Angie posts pics from the Thanksgiving dinner we went to in Japan.
Kirsten and I are reunited after our longest ever separation - precious, no?
Soon we shall be together again for Christmas.
Come hither, come hither, come hither Here shall ye see No enemy but winter and rough weather! Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:13 PM | shower me with attention
All philosophies can be found correct/in retrospect...
You, you-- you-- poet! It's unreasonable for me to have to be surrounded by so much talent. Can I get no relief from the blinding superiority of others?
It's beautiful, it moved me.
Goddamn artists. You all suck.
ETA: Wait, isn' it "perspectives"? Am I crazy? Where's that song? I think it was "perspectives"....
It's a better rhyme... Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:03 PM | shower me with attention
Having been awake since 4:30, I am now engaging in a comical (only to me) parody of the routine of a morning person. I've risen, dressed, taken Puppy (visiting from Brooklyn) outside, loaded the dishwasher, made coffee and sat on the couch reading the paper (not really, just the Arts & Leisure section, ha ha) with a cup of half-caf. And I still have at least half an hour to kill, just to get the early bus.
I think morning people must be very contented, relaxed people.
My usual routine consists of me dragging myself out of bed after the 3rd snooze delay, rushing to dress and drag a hairbrush through my rat's nest and brush my teeth all at the same time, and fleeing the apartment 15 minutes after my body has left the mattress to just barely make the bus to the PATH. I trust I'll be back to this routine by tomorrow, and I trust that J will have to yank my head off my work keyboard at around 10 am and possibly revive me from drool-induced electrical shock. Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:35 AM | shower me with attention
More about Densha Otoko, and yet more, which is a bigger phenomenon than I'd even realized, having originated from a true story, chat room logs compiled into a book, then a manga, then a tv show, then a movie. Apparently it's quite the Otaku Anthem. Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:11 AM | shower me with attention
As long as I'm not sleeping I might as well post the dribs and drabs of my wrap-up. Saturday we spent the afternoon/evening with Naomi. We went to Sunshine City Aquarium at K's request and it turned out to be one of the best aquariums I've ever been to. Santa Claus got into a tank and hugged and fed the rays and eels and fishies. Santa Claus was very small and looked like a woman, and kept pulling presents out of his sack which contained fish, which he hand-fed to the other fish. My favourite thing was that Santa's beard was affixed to the outside of his diving mask.
Then we went to Naomi's apartment and ordered Domino's and Pizza Hut. They put all kinds of crazy things on their pizza in Japan. My favourite pizza was the salmon-and-ikura pizza with cream cheese sauce instead of tomato sauce.
We also went to a big department store and a couple of dollar -- excuse me, 100-yen-- stores. I got that awesome bath powder that costs $8 at the Sunrise Mart in NY/Japan paviliion in WDW - it only costs 398 yen in Tokyo. Good times.
Sunday we went to what turned out to be my favourite thing in all of Japan besides Kirsten - the Ghibli Museum (Miyazaki's museum for children). This was strongly reminiscent of Junibacken - the Astrid Lingdren museum in Sweden. Ghibli Museum is a magical, magical, beautiful, incredible place that you must visit. I can't describe it adequately. It's simply beautiful and magical and that's all I'll say. I could've stayed there longer, even. But we only had a couple of hours and then Kirsten had a train back to Niigata and we had a plane back to New York. And so it went. She'll be home in 3 weeks for Christmas.
On the plane ride back I watched a movie called Densha Otoko (Train Man) at my mom's recommendation. It was sweet but terribly translated - way too literal, made the dialogue clunky and false. Nevertheless, a movie I will have to own. It's about a geeky nerd who meets a girl on a train and whose internet pals coach him through dating her. Its syrupy ending made me cry. Right up my alley - this is the first movie I've seen to really portray the tenderness and comraderie of online communities, done realistically if a bit simplistically. I've been waiting for a movie like this for years, and I'd love to see it remade in English (if only so I can read the clever way that the words are typed across the screen and intergrated into the scenes early in the film - my favourite is when Train Man is getting his haircut, and the snippets of his hair on the floor turn into bits of his cyberchat with his buddies.) I'd like all of my dear cyberfriends to see this film. It's sweet enough and the premise strong enough to overlook its flaws (which exist beyond the problem of the bad translation, but again, not enough to ruin the movie for me,) See this film if you can. Or wait until I track it down and come over to my house and watch it... (Unless you are a stranger reading my blog, in which case, please don't.) Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:54 AM | shower me with attention
Jiggety jog.
(And: jiggety jet lag.) Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:47 AM | shower me with attention
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