i dont believe that anybody feels the way i do about you now

wow this blog sucks. i was just reading over my previous posts and they're kinda... crap. i guess i just get a little overeager every time i start up a new blog so i post things just to be posting. and now the blog world has somehow become 'cool' as i finally come back around to it so that makes me nervous, me nervous = me annoying. it's really just downhill from there. so from now on this blog is officially semi-defunct, meaning i will post whenever the mood strikes me and you will check neurotically every day for these rare jewels of wit and leave many many comments of adoration and jealousy. as of... now.

mac is now off the hizook

I was going to write an article about the awesomeness of the Apple empire but I got lazy. However, let it suffice to say that I feel really stupid for keeping the "hey, I should buy some stock" idea to myself. That and ... awesome.

love don't cost a thing

"Not One Damn Dime Day" - Jan 20, 2005 - Inauguration Day

Since our religious leaders will not speak out against the war in Iraq, since our political leaders don't have the moral courage to oppose it, Inauguration Day, Thursday, January 20th, 2005 is designated "Not One Damn Dime Day" in America.

On "Not One Damn Dime Day" those who oppose what is happening in our name in Iraq can speak up with a 24-hour national boycott of all forms of consumer spending.

During "Not One Damn Dime Day" please don't spend money. Not one damn dime for gasoline. Not one damn dime for necessities or for impulse purchases. Not one damn dime for anything for 24 hours.

On "Not One Damn Dime Day," please boycott Wal-Mart, Kmart, Target...

Please don't go to the mall or the local convenience store. Please don't buy any fast food (or any groceries at all for that matter).

For 24 hours, please do what you can to slow the retail economy down.

The object is simple. Remind the people in power that the war in Iraq is immoral and illegal; that they are responsible for starting it and that it is their responsibility to stop it.

"Not One Damn Dime Day" is to remind them, too, that they work for the people of the United States of America, not for the international corporations and K Street lobbyists who represent the corporations and funnel cash into American politics.

"Not One Damn Dime Day" is about supporting the troops. The politicians put the troops in harm's way. Now 1,200 brave young Americans and (some estimate) 100,000 Iraqis have died. The politicians owe our troops a plan - a way to come home.

There's no rally to attend (though I, for one, would like to be in DC to turn my back on the little man as he passes on Pennsylvania Ave.). No marching to do. No left or right wing agenda to rant about. On "Not One Damn Dime Day" you take action by doing nothing.

You open your mouth by keeping your wallet closed.

For 24 hours, nothing gets spent, not one damn dime, to remind our religious leaders and our politicians of their moral responsibility to end the war in Iraq and give America back to the people.

Please share this email with as many people as possible.

of epic proportions

kiss me. please. i need to get over this.
desperate? no.
clueless? yes.

honeymooners

You know there's still good in the world when the Honeymooners marathon is still going strong.
Good ole New Years Traditions going strong.

Un long dimanche de fiançailles (A Very Long Engagement)

Monday night I went to go see Un long dimanche de fiançailles with my brother and it was possibly one of the best movies I've ever seen. Jeunet uses a wide array of breathtaking images to make a visual masterpiece. Yes, of course, with a lot of terrifying explosions - it's WW1. But to his credit, Jeunet manages to weave these plots of destruction and nightmarish cruelty with scenes of love, hope and Audrey Tatou playing a tuba. I've been browsing the reviews and can only say to people who didn't enjoy it: I'm sorry.
The plot moves slowly as a whole but with a face pace in the details. If you're the type who couldn't deal with such movies as "Gosford Park" or even "Pulp Fiction" because the clues and rewinds boggle your mind don't see it. I, however, loved the hints, storyline and mysteries. Even if you could forsee the ending from the beginning it's still worth it to see the kinks work themselves out.
The greatest problem for American audiences would be following the plot. Many French names sound the same to the English ear and sadly many puns and clues are lost in the translation. However subtitles are a beautiful thing. Just remember not to get frustrated, if you don't follow you still have a rush of images to follow and absorb. And ensuing nightmares about bombs.
And because I'm a terrible writer and in a hurry:

Baltimore Sun / Michael Sragow:
Unfolds amid the mechanized carnage of World War I. Yet everything in it is personal. That's why it's a masterpiece.

Wall Street Journal / Joe Morgenstern:
Rapturously beautiful, startlingly audacious and often very funny, the film employs many of the techniques that were used so pleasingly in "Amélie."

Entertainment Weekly / Lisa Schwarzbaum:
This is a movie that considers graphic violence with a refined taste for the sensuous: Guts spill, blood spurts, corpses stink, but there is a handsome, absurdist humanity to the way Jeunet (who wrote the script with Guillaume Laurant) maps out the crossroads of human carnage and human caring.

I personally loved this movie and was shaking towards the end with fear and exitement. It is also a well known fact that I am a sucker for charming french films. Prepare yourself, there is a lot of carnage; the plot does tie together very nicely as well and if you hate neat endings, you wont enjoy it. However you will get to see Jodie Foster speak flawless french.

vacations make me depressed

Every vacation I end up feeling like a useless failure deep down inside. At this point I've eaten 5 chocolate covered pretzels in my desperation. I've always thought that a pet/little sibling would cure this depression because he would entertain me constantly on demand. Thus, in addition to an EZ bake oven, every year for Christmas I've only asked for one thing: a dog. Of course my parents exist only to deny me of my every joy and have never got me a puppy. As a last resort to persuade them, while sulking in a corner I composed this song on my guitar to convey my deep inner longing: (i realise you dont know the melody... but... as this song is so universally appealing i'm sure whatever tune you create will be perfect for its purpose)

/dm/am/em/am
all i want is a puppy now
/dm/am/em/am
im so sad without a doggy pal
g/am/em/am
oh get me a friend at the pet store
g/am/g/am strum em for a while
get me a friend and i wont ask for more
/dm/am/em/am
all i want is a puppy now
em/am
puppy now
g/c
doggy pal
em/am
puppy now
[rit] g/am
puppy now

Thank you.

NaNoWriMo

some late news from your completely unreliable internet news reporter who doesn't even really claim to report news anyway:

This November was National Novel Writing Month which just means that anybody, anywhere, with any brain capacity is encouraged to write their own novel. This annual program has generated over 428,152,683 words to date and thousands of stories. Over 5,000 people cranked out novels beginning on November 1 and ending promptly on November 30 at midnight. Many contestants also blogged their novels which you can access here. To find out more visit nanowrimo.org.

See, the blogger "next blog" button really is fun!

ceiling wax

Have you ever spent an entire morning just pressing the "next" button on blogspot? It's really quite entertaining. Unfortunately, most of the sites I reached were in spanish ... or about pirtates - but whatever.
Today I also managed to blank out mid shower and used my mother's shampoo rather than my own. Now I smell funny. Not to mention I'm kind of nervous that I put the orange juice back in the cupboard. I should check.

ghosthouse / mixtapes

if you haven't seen it before watch ghosthouse @ rathergood.com. because why not?
and for your listening pleasures never rule out mixtapes.

can we just take a moment to wonder why anyone would ever buy wool socks that you can put in the washing machine? so now i'm wearing socks that i actually have to take the time to wash by hand. oh, christmas.

bienvenue!

anthropology backwards is y go loporth a n?
seriously people. merry christmas.

this is a blog of me. or of news. mp3s maybe too. or celebrity gossip. or just how cute my new shoes are. or maybe. of randomness. minimalist randomness. yes. and batter flavored ice cream.