Thursday, January 13, 2005
what the HELL was i talking about?!? *spoilers* punch-drunk love was sooo not based on a novel. i was loving the entire thing and then when i got to the end & was watching for who wrote the novel, then damn, it hits me like a stupid ton of idiot bricks
-paul thomas anderson-
well shit yeah, i was wondering about luis guzman and philip seymour hoffman all hangin out & looking cool. the lights & colors. the music & sound. the car crashes. good shit.
i was about to sit down and watch Solaris (1972) but damn! it's a 2-hr-49-min movie! and it was 11:30 so i started sandler instead. (95min)
damn, idiot, what be i babblin bout. wonder what book my sister was waiting to come out. maybe it was the hours and i'm just totally confused. i was sitting there after the film watching the credits, p-t-anderson, 2002, and thinking where the hell was i?
then it hit me, i sorta checked out for a couple of years. i forgot about that. i was sort of preoccupied. then after that i was sort of numb for a year or two. and now i've sort of woken up. and i don't really know who/what/where i'm supposed to be now. i'm already freaking out about a job i'm supposed to have in four months from now. where i'm gonna live seven months from now. i can't do the day-to-day thing anymore. i feel as if i need some sort of plan. is it cuz i'm finally growing up a little? or just plain getting old?
or is it that i'm not just clinging on to every last breath, every last day, every last minute. i'm back in the land of the living again...yet i've almost forgotten how to *live* if that makes any sense at all. to live the daily life without the fear of i don't know, death, sickness, sadness. this daily life without the opportunity to run away without a care and deal with it tomorrow. well it's tomorrow, and now i have to deal.
perhaps i'm letting my head clear out a little too much (hadn't had a drink since saturday). not like it's that odd, but it's more like reality is seeping in and i'm not taking care of anyone and i'm not destroying myself so who am i supposed to be? this healthy girl who stays in and doesn't go out every night and saves money and knits? i don't know what's going on. i think i need a vacation...
so anyways. liked punch-drunk love. hadn't heard a thing about (not even that it was paul thomas anderson, duh! but what a treat to watch & like & then to realize!) i don't think it even had opening credits. but i'd recommend it if you haven't seen it. it's low-key, but nice. and makes me appreciate my sister a zillion times more. (those four brothers in the truck, i think were actually four real-life brothers~ha!) i even can appreciate my mother more. those sisters were harsh!
okay then, going to see the woodsman tomorrow (tonight) and gonna try to watch solaris on sunday night or sometime when i'm well rested and can endure a three-hour russian subtitled film (i might have to watch that one in the solitude of my room and not take over the common area for 170 minutes).
oh, sunday, we're having a Flicker Film Fest meeting at 3 o'clock at MoJo's, if anyone is interested in just hanging out, wants to see what Flicker is all about, or is eager to get more involved in running a local film fest. we're gonna be planning some events, fundraisers, and trying to figure out how to draw larger audiences to each screening, with more publicity, live bands, whatever else we can think of. your ideas would be truly appreciated. if you can't attend but your head is spewing over with brilliant brainstorms of incredible edible information, please feel free to email me: jiltron@hotmail.com or cory the flicktress of flicker: flicker@flickeraustin.com.
on saturday afternoon, post-errand running, i think i'm gonna indulge myself in a little Dodgeball humor to get me pumped up for a saturday night, whatever may happen...
okay then. oh, i watched The Name of the Rose last week. omigoodness, christian slater is like 15 years old/young in this film! there's a lot more to it (i actually liked it more than i thought i would) but i don't want to spoil anything for you. so if you're ever bored, check it out from the hancock library (aka yarborough branch) some night (free rental, for one whole week). or request it to be delivered to the library closest you.
library is closed next monday for Martin Luther King Day. the onion is so wrong but unfortunately so terribly dead on.
next monday in respect of MLK day, i'm going to see this:
MLK DAY JAMES BROWN - BOSTON GARDEN 1968
i might even buy my ticket in advance because i would hate for it to sell out without me...wanna go too? only $2 (if buy online). let me know...yeah, i think i'm gonna buy five tickets; let me know if you want one of them.
and shauna, call me, i need to also get my crispin glover ticket now! i unfortunately have to work every saturday in february, so i wanna plan ahead somehow...for crispin, my dear.
what *was* i thinking?? paul thomas anderson?! how did i not know. y'all are sweet for not rubbin my face in it...yet. at least not before i watched it. thanks!
oh, did i fail to mention that i searched NetFlix for about four hours sunday night when i got it, and ended up with over 250 movies in my queue?! yeah, that's not very healthy.
Barry: I'm lookin' at your face and I just wanna smash it. I just wanna fuckin' smash it with a sledgehammer and squeeze it. You're so pretty.
Lena: I want to chew your face, and I want to scoop out your eyes and I want to eat them and chew them and suck on them.
Barry: OK. This is funny. This is nice.
there's a cold blowin' in right now. sounds a little spooky actually. i should go to sleep...
-paul thomas anderson-
well shit yeah, i was wondering about luis guzman and philip seymour hoffman all hangin out & looking cool. the lights & colors. the music & sound. the car crashes. good shit.
i was about to sit down and watch Solaris (1972) but damn! it's a 2-hr-49-min movie! and it was 11:30 so i started sandler instead. (95min)
damn, idiot, what be i babblin bout. wonder what book my sister was waiting to come out. maybe it was the hours and i'm just totally confused. i was sitting there after the film watching the credits, p-t-anderson, 2002, and thinking where the hell was i?
then it hit me, i sorta checked out for a couple of years. i forgot about that. i was sort of preoccupied. then after that i was sort of numb for a year or two. and now i've sort of woken up. and i don't really know who/what/where i'm supposed to be now. i'm already freaking out about a job i'm supposed to have in four months from now. where i'm gonna live seven months from now. i can't do the day-to-day thing anymore. i feel as if i need some sort of plan. is it cuz i'm finally growing up a little? or just plain getting old?
or is it that i'm not just clinging on to every last breath, every last day, every last minute. i'm back in the land of the living again...yet i've almost forgotten how to *live* if that makes any sense at all. to live the daily life without the fear of i don't know, death, sickness, sadness. this daily life without the opportunity to run away without a care and deal with it tomorrow. well it's tomorrow, and now i have to deal.
perhaps i'm letting my head clear out a little too much (hadn't had a drink since saturday). not like it's that odd, but it's more like reality is seeping in and i'm not taking care of anyone and i'm not destroying myself so who am i supposed to be? this healthy girl who stays in and doesn't go out every night and saves money and knits? i don't know what's going on. i think i need a vacation...
so anyways. liked punch-drunk love. hadn't heard a thing about (not even that it was paul thomas anderson, duh! but what a treat to watch & like & then to realize!) i don't think it even had opening credits. but i'd recommend it if you haven't seen it. it's low-key, but nice. and makes me appreciate my sister a zillion times more. (those four brothers in the truck, i think were actually four real-life brothers~ha!) i even can appreciate my mother more. those sisters were harsh!
okay then, going to see the woodsman tomorrow (tonight) and gonna try to watch solaris on sunday night or sometime when i'm well rested and can endure a three-hour russian subtitled film (i might have to watch that one in the solitude of my room and not take over the common area for 170 minutes).
oh, sunday, we're having a Flicker Film Fest meeting at 3 o'clock at MoJo's, if anyone is interested in just hanging out, wants to see what Flicker is all about, or is eager to get more involved in running a local film fest. we're gonna be planning some events, fundraisers, and trying to figure out how to draw larger audiences to each screening, with more publicity, live bands, whatever else we can think of. your ideas would be truly appreciated. if you can't attend but your head is spewing over with brilliant brainstorms of incredible edible information, please feel free to email me: jiltron@hotmail.com or cory the flicktress of flicker: flicker@flickeraustin.com.
on saturday afternoon, post-errand running, i think i'm gonna indulge myself in a little Dodgeball humor to get me pumped up for a saturday night, whatever may happen...
okay then. oh, i watched The Name of the Rose last week. omigoodness, christian slater is like 15 years old/young in this film! there's a lot more to it (i actually liked it more than i thought i would) but i don't want to spoil anything for you. so if you're ever bored, check it out from the hancock library (aka yarborough branch) some night (free rental, for one whole week). or request it to be delivered to the library closest you.
library is closed next monday for Martin Luther King Day. the onion is so wrong but unfortunately so terribly dead on.
next monday in respect of MLK day, i'm going to see this:
MLK DAY JAMES BROWN - BOSTON GARDEN 1968
i might even buy my ticket in advance because i would hate for it to sell out without me...wanna go too? only $2 (if buy online). let me know...yeah, i think i'm gonna buy five tickets; let me know if you want one of them.
and shauna, call me, i need to also get my crispin glover ticket now! i unfortunately have to work every saturday in february, so i wanna plan ahead somehow...for crispin, my dear.
what *was* i thinking?? paul thomas anderson?! how did i not know. y'all are sweet for not rubbin my face in it...yet. at least not before i watched it. thanks!
oh, did i fail to mention that i searched NetFlix for about four hours sunday night when i got it, and ended up with over 250 movies in my queue?! yeah, that's not very healthy.
Barry: I'm lookin' at your face and I just wanna smash it. I just wanna fuckin' smash it with a sledgehammer and squeeze it. You're so pretty.
Lena: I want to chew your face, and I want to scoop out your eyes and I want to eat them and chew them and suck on them.
Barry: OK. This is funny. This is nice.
there's a cold blowin' in right now. sounds a little spooky actually. i should go to sleep...
