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Saturday, June 30, 2007
I hate people. People are awful.
I went to see Ratatouille, the eagerly-anticipated (by me) newest Pixar release (starring the great Patton Oswalt). I had other plans this weekend that were unexpectedly cancelled, and this was my consolation.
The theatre was about half-full; Gina and I sat in two seats, she on the aisle and me next to her. There were two people at the other end of the same row, and empty space between us. The previews begin, and a group of people tramp in and try to sit in the empty spaces in the middle of the row (plenty of room in the theatre, but whatever, they wanted to sit there.) So Gina and I get up and we can already tell there's not enough room for their whole group, but none of these idiots can count so half of them have to step back out once they're all squeezed in there. Nice.
So, the movie begins and the guy next to me complains to the woman next to him about the Pixar short that precedes the movie. (Very cute, very clever little silent short about bumbling extra-terrestrials.) Like, "What was that, the movie? Was that a movie?"
I roll my eyes.
Okay, then I watch the film, and it's beautiful and amazing and I love it, and then the credits start and everyone jumps up to leave. But I don't, because the credits are these amazing, blazing 2-d cartoons of rats and food and they're just really beautiful and insanely clever and I'm as caught up in them as I am in the rest of the movie. And then I hear an "AHEM" from next to me and one of the women who had tramped in said impatiently, "CAN I GET OUT PLEASE?"
And, like, okay, I dig that not everyone wants to watch the credits; I usually leave if the credits don't look like they're interesting or if the people with me really want to leave and I'm not interested in the credits. But this time I was very much interested in the credits. I hadn't been this interested in credits since A Serious of Unfortunate Events (a movie the best part of which, in my opinion, was the end credits.)
So I have to stand up and let her out and that wouldn't have been as annoying as it was if there hadn't been a perfectly good, perfectly empty row to the other side of this bitch leading directly to the exit. Why couldn't she leave at the other end of the aisle? Why did she have to ruin my credits?
That is why I hate people.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:34 PM | shower me with attention
I went to see Ratatouille, the eagerly-anticipated (by me) newest Pixar release (starring the great Patton Oswalt). I had other plans this weekend that were unexpectedly cancelled, and this was my consolation.
The theatre was about half-full; Gina and I sat in two seats, she on the aisle and me next to her. There were two people at the other end of the same row, and empty space between us. The previews begin, and a group of people tramp in and try to sit in the empty spaces in the middle of the row (plenty of room in the theatre, but whatever, they wanted to sit there.) So Gina and I get up and we can already tell there's not enough room for their whole group, but none of these idiots can count so half of them have to step back out once they're all squeezed in there. Nice.
So, the movie begins and the guy next to me complains to the woman next to him about the Pixar short that precedes the movie. (Very cute, very clever little silent short about bumbling extra-terrestrials.) Like, "What was that, the movie? Was that a movie?"
I roll my eyes.
Okay, then I watch the film, and it's beautiful and amazing and I love it, and then the credits start and everyone jumps up to leave. But I don't, because the credits are these amazing, blazing 2-d cartoons of rats and food and they're just really beautiful and insanely clever and I'm as caught up in them as I am in the rest of the movie. And then I hear an "AHEM" from next to me and one of the women who had tramped in said impatiently, "CAN I GET OUT PLEASE?"
And, like, okay, I dig that not everyone wants to watch the credits; I usually leave if the credits don't look like they're interesting or if the people with me really want to leave and I'm not interested in the credits. But this time I was very much interested in the credits. I hadn't been this interested in credits since A Serious of Unfortunate Events (a movie the best part of which, in my opinion, was the end credits.)
So I have to stand up and let her out and that wouldn't have been as annoying as it was if there hadn't been a perfectly good, perfectly empty row to the other side of this bitch leading directly to the exit. Why couldn't she leave at the other end of the aisle? Why did she have to ruin my credits?
That is why I hate people.
Labels: cartoons rule, people suck
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:34 PM | shower me with attention
I'm very happy right now. I was obsessed with this game on my Macintosh LCiii when I was about 14. Hadn't thought about it in years.
Yay.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:01 PM | shower me with attention
Yay.
Labels: save the humanoids, solarian
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:01 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, June 28, 2007
I watched Lady in the Water last night.
I wanted it so badly to be better. I loved the themes. Loved the performances. It has two of the best actors in the world in it, Paul Giamatti and Geoffrey Wright. It deals with subjects that are maybe closest to my heart - recapturing feeling of childhood; communities coming together and everyone playing a role in an adventure; stories; magic.
But, but, but. It was not so well written. The story could have been told better, and, more, constructed better. It was just a lame kind of story. It didn't cohere. The characters were not well-written. I wanted to enjoy it much more. I still think I kind of love it, despite the flaws, because I want to love it so much.
Oh, well.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:32 PM | shower me with attention
I wanted it so badly to be better. I loved the themes. Loved the performances. It has two of the best actors in the world in it, Paul Giamatti and Geoffrey Wright. It deals with subjects that are maybe closest to my heart - recapturing feeling of childhood; communities coming together and everyone playing a role in an adventure; stories; magic.
But, but, but. It was not so well written. The story could have been told better, and, more, constructed better. It was just a lame kind of story. It didn't cohere. The characters were not well-written. I wanted to enjoy it much more. I still think I kind of love it, despite the flaws, because I want to love it so much.
Oh, well.
Labels: splish splash
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:32 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, June 24, 2007
We went to see 1408 tonight, all of us, after Gina's mom cooked us a most delicious dinner of the fried chicken I've been hearing about for the past 8 years.
The movie was fun as hell. I particularly enjoyed the cameo by Broadway's original Sweeney Todd.
I'm fairly certain I was the only person in the audience who made that connection.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:48 PM | shower me with attention
The movie was fun as hell. I particularly enjoyed the cameo by Broadway's original Sweeney Todd.
I'm fairly certain I was the only person in the audience who made that connection.
Labels: the demon barber of fleet street
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:48 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Today we went down to Atlantic City with Gina's mom, Jan. I lost my customary $20 and spent most of the day walking around in a daze, trying to fight the double-dose of Dramamine I had taken for the car ride down.
I sat on the beach for a very short while. It wasn't hot enough to touch the ocean, but the sand was warm and nice.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:21 PM | shower me with attention
I sat on the beach for a very short while. It wasn't hot enough to touch the ocean, but the sand was warm and nice.
Labels: sandman
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:21 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
My fingers smell of garlic.
Gina's mom is here! I've finally met her! It wasn't so scary after all!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:50 PM | shower me with attention
Gina's mom is here! I've finally met her! It wasn't so scary after all!
Labels: cooking
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:50 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Happy Father's Day. We took him to see Inherit the Wind with Christopher Plummer and Brian Dennehy and Denis O'Hare (I love Denis O'Hare), and Dad and I had the cool seats that are actually on the stage as part of the courtroom audience. We had to put our stuff in a locker in the wings and we got to see everything from this wacky perspective. That was great and Dad was really, really into it. He even jumped to his feet and shouted "Bravo! Bravo!" at the end, causing Mr. Dennehy to give him a little wave when he turned to bow to the stage-audience.
Christopher Plummer is a great old Canadian dude. I think he has osteoperosis, though. He's very stooped. I hope that was for the role, but I think he's just a very old man now.
For dinner, Primitivo Osteria. Purely because they have a picture of a monkey on the menu. Gotta stretch our way into a theme every time.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:03 PM | shower me with attention
Christopher Plummer is a great old Canadian dude. I think he has osteoperosis, though. He's very stooped. I hope that was for the role, but I think he's just a very old man now.
For dinner, Primitivo Osteria. Purely because they have a picture of a monkey on the menu. Gotta stretch our way into a theme every time.
Labels: monkey trial, old american fathers, old canadian actors, theatre
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:03 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, June 16, 2007
I wake up with a strange song, or snippet from a song, in my head every morning. My memory plucks it from further back than just the day before; it plumbs the depths of my experience to bring me the most randomized, incongruent little Reveille it can reach.
Today it was He's Large, a ditty penned by Harry Nilsson for Robert Altman's underappreciated surrealist gem, Popeye.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:43 AM | shower me with attention
Today it was He's Large, a ditty penned by Harry Nilsson for Robert Altman's underappreciated surrealist gem, Popeye.
Labels: shelley duvall's dulcet screech
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:43 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, June 14, 2007
I'm expanding my horizons, folks. Now, not only am I a member of a music blog (who'da thunk?) but now I'm a member of political blog (who'da thunk squared! Cubed!)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:30 PM | shower me with attention
Labels: blogs, dfa, jersey city, yak yak yak
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:30 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
My birthday came a month early, when the receptionist at my job sent me an email telling me there was a package waiting for me at the desk from someone called "Voco".
Usually, packages at work are from my sister, containing little gifts and money orders for me to pay her bills, or else I've ordered something from Amazon that's small enough to carry home (my apartment building is notoriously sluggish about notifying us of packages.)
But I was expecting no such thing, and knew of no Voco. Voco? What's that? It's the company that makes THE STEPHEN FRY "JEEVES" ALARM CLOCK!!!!
It's not available in the U.S., but those who live in Japan can order it from the U.K. site and have it shipped to their sisters in America as an early birthday present.
So. Damn. Awesome.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:20 PM | shower me with attention
Usually, packages at work are from my sister, containing little gifts and money orders for me to pay her bills, or else I've ordered something from Amazon that's small enough to carry home (my apartment building is notoriously sluggish about notifying us of packages.)
But I was expecting no such thing, and knew of no Voco. Voco? What's that? It's the company that makes THE STEPHEN FRY "JEEVES" ALARM CLOCK!!!!
It's not available in the U.S., but those who live in Japan can order it from the U.K. site and have it shipped to their sisters in America as an early birthday present.
So. Damn. Awesome.
Labels: best sister ever
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:20 PM | shower me with attention
Happy International Goil Day, everyone! (And happy birthday, Scott Thompson!)
Today is my 8th anniversary of meeting Gina and Cheryl. My friends Djin and Ade and Jordan and Dave Foley were present, too. A magical day.
And I have to sing:
12th of June
a gibbous moon
was this the longest day?
Because I have some sort of obsessive compulsive disorder that makes me do that every year.
Happy anniversary to all goils, present and far away. Love you very much and miss you all except the ones that live with me.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:14 AM | shower me with attention
Today is my 8th anniversary of meeting Gina and Cheryl. My friends Djin and Ade and Jordan and Dave Foley were present, too. A magical day.
And I have to sing:
12th of June
a gibbous moon
was this the longest day?
Because I have some sort of obsessive compulsive disorder that makes me do that every year.
Happy anniversary to all goils, present and far away. Love you very much and miss you all except the ones that live with me.
Labels: GOILS
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:14 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, June 11, 2007
Why, happy birthday, Miss Stephanie Myers, you saucy vixen, you.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:00 AM | shower me with attention
Labels: check the time, I was first
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:00 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Ha ha, now I remember, I had to read Wedekind's The Awakening of Spring for that theatre class I took in college... that's why the plot and characters of the musical that won the Tony are so familiar.
Doy. I remember it only vaguely, and how utterly depressing it was.
I don't understand why the characters in the show seem to be singing rock anthems, though...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:09 PM | shower me with attention
Doy. I remember it only vaguely, and how utterly depressing it was.
I don't understand why the characters in the show seem to be singing rock anthems, though...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:09 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Happy 73rd birthday, Donald Duck, you scoundrel!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:08 AM | shower me with attention
Labels: quack
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:08 AM | shower me with attention
Friday, June 08, 2007
Fuck this shit.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:03 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:03 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, June 03, 2007
My birthday is in July.
Nothing sleeveless, please.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:44 PM | shower me with attention
Nothing sleeveless, please.
Labels: 'cause I'm too lazy to email the link to gina
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:44 PM | shower me with attention
Once in awhile the planets align and I manage to make it out of my house on a weekend. This has been happening fairly regularly recently. Sometimes I even make it to places where other people my age gather, and engage in the appropriate drinking and nodding-appreciatively-at-music.
This happened last night, when I went to Man in Gray*'s record release party for their new album, I Can't Sleep Unless I Hear You Breathing
I am always surprised when I end up having fun on an excursion out of The Tave Cave, and I don't know why that should be; I usually end up enjoying myself, being glad I made the effort, but I seem to forget that immediately upon setting foot in the door.
The band was in high spirits; J. & D. were surprised to see me (this was my biggest motivation for attending); the house beer at Union Hall is refreshing and tasty; some work pals were there; I actually met the famous Tina after watching her tear the stage up 2-3 times a year for the past three years.
As for the record itself, I haven't given it the listen it deserves yet. I actually prefer the intimacy of a recording to live music performances. I can't enjoy anything fully in public; music should be savoured, played and replayed until you're good friends with a track, and eventually get burned out and have to skip past the track for six months whenever it comes on random. I only skip past my closest pals.
Also, my family barged in bearing exquisite Middle Eastern food, under the guise of seeing my new room, but really just to visit. They know the way to get to my heart is to come bearing spinach pies and meat pies and hummus and baba ganouj and tabouli and taramasalada, from the old Brooklyn place whose name I can't remember. I went back to my parents' place after the show and spent most of today stretched out on the couch watching all of season three of Slings and Arrows. The third and last season. I can't believe it's over. Such a good, good show. Dammit, Mark, whydja stop?
*I realize it's been awhile since I last mentioned them, but they are my boss's band, a bunch of crazy kids who make fine music.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:20 PM | shower me with attention
This happened last night, when I went to Man in Gray*'s record release party for their new album, I Can't Sleep Unless I Hear You Breathing
I am always surprised when I end up having fun on an excursion out of The Tave Cave, and I don't know why that should be; I usually end up enjoying myself, being glad I made the effort, but I seem to forget that immediately upon setting foot in the door.
The band was in high spirits; J. & D. were surprised to see me (this was my biggest motivation for attending); the house beer at Union Hall is refreshing and tasty; some work pals were there; I actually met the famous Tina after watching her tear the stage up 2-3 times a year for the past three years.
As for the record itself, I haven't given it the listen it deserves yet. I actually prefer the intimacy of a recording to live music performances. I can't enjoy anything fully in public; music should be savoured, played and replayed until you're good friends with a track, and eventually get burned out and have to skip past the track for six months whenever it comes on random. I only skip past my closest pals.
Also, my family barged in bearing exquisite Middle Eastern food, under the guise of seeing my new room, but really just to visit. They know the way to get to my heart is to come bearing spinach pies and meat pies and hummus and baba ganouj and tabouli and taramasalada, from the old Brooklyn place whose name I can't remember. I went back to my parents' place after the show and spent most of today stretched out on the couch watching all of season three of Slings and Arrows. The third and last season. I can't believe it's over. Such a good, good show. Dammit, Mark, whydja stop?
*I realize it's been awhile since I last mentioned them, but they are my boss's band, a bunch of crazy kids who make fine music.
Labels: "man in gray", canadian comedy, hummus
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:20 PM | shower me with attention
Dad taught me a fine Yiddish phrase today with an impressive degree of self-awareness on his part: Ehr lozt zich betn. He says it means, "He lets himself be asked."
It is a criticism of someone who mentions a thing that he would like but then feigns indifference to it, hoping that someone will insist or beg him to enjoy it. This is the very essence of my dad.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:31 AM | shower me with attention
It is a criticism of someone who mentions a thing that he would like but then feigns indifference to it, hoping that someone will insist or beg him to enjoy it. This is the very essence of my dad.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:31 AM | shower me with attention
Saturday, June 02, 2007
