Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: 1960's fashion, Almost Strangers, AMC, Are You There God? It's Me Margaret, Can't Let Go, Christian Northeast, dress up, Dyna Moe, fame, hair, Jamie Campbell Bower, Jimmy Kimmel, Judy Blume, Landon Pigg, Mad Men, Matthew Macfadyen, Michael Gambon, Michael Sheen, Mika, New Moon, period, Six Degrees, Sweeney Todd, Timothy Spall, Twilight, weather, Whip It, Will Arnett
July 29, 2009
Hey buddies,
The weather is cooler than usual today – perfect. For those of you who don’t live in Southern California, that means that it’s sunny not sweltering, and that I haven’t turned on the fan all day.
My Internet is also cooperating somewhat. My day has turned around just as I promised. Which means that I can share a few things that cheered me up today.
You remember when I fell in love with the show “Mad Men” a while back? Dyna Moe has been drawing the most prominent fanart of “Mad Men” and AMC asked her to create a game to promote Mad Men Season 3. You make a character, basically. Just like dressupgames.com. Oops. Did I just reveal one of my old pastimes? dressupgames.com is a good waste of time too, but many of the good games have died. It’s great because it’s 1960’s fashion, hair, etc.
I also discovered a really good artist today, Christian Northeast. I’ll let the work describe itself. I’ve been looking at his website all day and it’s not because my computer is slow. At first, yes. But that soon changed.
I’ll definitely be looking out for his work in magazines from now on.
This one I’ve been holding on to for a while, but check out Will Arnett’s reading of Are You There God? It’s Me Margaret on the Jimmy Kimmel Show. I don’t have a link so you’ll have to do a bit of treasure-hunting, but trust me it is rewarding, even if only for 41 seconds.
Let me make it clear that Are You There God? It’s Me Margaret is one of the most hilariously ridiculous books I have ever read. And no disrespect to Judy Blume, because I grew up reading her books, but Margaret is the personification of why I hated girliness.
She must increase her busts? Writing down cute boys’ names in a book? Ridiculous. Why doesn’t Margaret think about other things? Does she have interests besides breast exercises and males? I don’t recall. Most of all, desperate for her period? The book ended before Margaret experienced her first cramps, before worrying about whether she was leaking or not, before all her friends went swimming and SHE COULDN’T GO. Every little girl who read that had been led to believe that your period is a happy experience. LIEEEESSSSS.
There you have it, awesomeness to last you through tomorrow, granted you have a slow Internet connection and fragile computer. As for me, I’m off to procrastinate on psych homework by watching “Almost Strangers” starring many awesome British actors like Timothy Spall, Matthew MacFadyen, and Michael Gambon. Awesome here meaning they are closely six degreed to Johnny Depp. Huzzah.
Sayonara,
Grapes
P.S. Jamie Campbell Bower, Antony from “Sweeney Todd”, will be in “New Moon”. I don’t know what to say, because I’m disappointed but people have to do what they have to to continue their careers, right? I really doubt he’s in “New Moon” because he’s a “Twilight” fangirl. Boy.
What’s even more confusing is what Michael Sheen’s doing in “New Moon”. He’s an excellent actor, and this seems out-of-character. Not that I know what his character is, but again, somewhat disappointed.
P.P.S. I’m excited for Landon Pigg for being in “Whip It”. He plays a musician, not a far stretch but you’ve got to start somewhere. I was a fan when no one had heard of him and all he had was his EP “Can’t Let Go” (I was addicted to that song for a while) and it’s really cool when you can watch someone move forward in their career like this. It was exciting seeing MIKA get famous, even if it means that 30 years from now when Miya and I go to see his show during the Great California Earthquake it will be expensive.
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When they take that murderous kiss out of context it seems romantic. Almost had me for a second there. PotC? Why, yes.
Today after church service I had a talk with one of the people who is also interested in directing. Of course, she’s way ahead of me in experience, but it was nice because she asked me about the “Angry Asian Man” script, and if I have time this summer she expressed, basically, that she’d help out with filming.
Oh my gosh huzzah.
AP Human is this Friday. Am I nervous? I should be more nervous than I am, if I’m here blogging instead of studying like mad.
Today I was taken by my mom to cut our hair, and I got a manhaircutter. His name was Charlie, already a hint as to disappointment, as it conjured up images of mini-cow-face-who-can’t-do-an-American-accent, “Candy Mountain Charlie,” and “Charlie bit me!”.
After he was done washing my hair, instead of notifying me that I should sit up now, he pulled on the towel around my neck. I felt like a cow on a yoke – the best feeling in the world.
And then he proceded to not speak to me, only yanking my head around. I have to admit though, when he pulled the switchblade razor out (even though it was more for layering hair) I felt a bit of a kklfjkl;wjwklueklthwkltj SHREENEY TODD moment. Otherwise, I averted my eyes and kept my head down.
And I can finally say I know what it feels like when someone else caresses your face. Creepy, even if he was just trying to reach across to cut the other side of my hair.
So now on the back of my neck there is a patch of what happens to your eyelide when you don’t pluck your eyebrows for a week.
Also, today I had the best ice cream ever. It was like eating cloud.
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The annual spring break attempt at a road trip has begun. We’re off to Nor Cal, whose abbreviation makes me giggle. I think our goal is to go to the Sequoia National Park. Trees, oh joy. And I mean that.
I fell asleep for an hour because Mother Nature finally decided to pay a visit at the same time I went to pay her a visit. Too much information? Too cheesy? Too, dare I say, corny?
I awoke to flat fields, and what possessed me to think that they were beautiful? But they are, and the ones with randomly scattered bales of hay are a bonus. Oh look, now we’re amongst the grape farms. Hello, family.
Locked in a car in the middle of nowhere – okay, Bakersfield – with only my Sweeney Todd soundtrack, I fear I have once again become dangerously close to a Johnny Depp/PotC relapse.
Someone talk me off the edge of the vat of bubbling goo?
A text, email, anything. The lack of outside communication worries me.
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That’s all that’s in my head. Ever since we watched Les Choristes in French, Jean-Baptiste Maunier singing La Nuit has been stuck. And since I’ve been too lazy to look up the words, he just says “Au nuuuuuiiiiit” over and over.
Life? It’s still dull, but getting slightly better. Today was the first episode of “Buster in the Career Development Class” and it cheered me up while depressing me extremely by the thought that maybe directing isn’t for me. But if it isn’t, what is? Will I be stuck in a cubicle forever!? I have nothing against cubicles, in fact, I would like one just to decorate, but cubicle definitely loses in cubicle vs. directing wars.
People expect that I’m blinded by the glamour of such a career. I know it’s not glamorous, and I’ve already arranged for Sushi to bring me sandwiches daily when she stops at Union Station to get to her psychology clinic. Knowing her, I’ll probably starve. Hopefully, her superhero child will save me, and we’ll eat chicken not of the sea by the sea. “…Mr. Todd, that’s the life I covet, by the sea Mr. Todd, oh, I know you’ll love it.”
I know directors work very very hard, and I know that you have to be knowledgeable in every aspect of filmmaking. I’m not an ignorant kid who just wants fame; if I wanted that I would be aspiring to be an actor. Or the nanny of Johnny Depp’s children and get in the news by stalking and attacking Oprah at random intervals. Of course I wouldn’t hurt Johnny Depp’s children, his son sings the “Pop-eye” theme song so well. Almost as well as Jean-Baptiste Maunier sings “Au nuuuuuiiiiiiiiit…”
After the class Angela brought up a fantastico idea. Tee hee, I can’t wait – although the self-appointed leaders of our class might destroy it and it would die of being so ugly and horrific. In such a case, I would present it to Oprah and try getting a car out of pity. I say “self-appointed” because even though we had elections, they are sort of one entity, aren’t they? And then, on the side, are the dorks and geeks and nerds. I’m on the side. Hence my many failures at winning school elections. Although, that’s good stuff to use when they ask me how I learned from failure.
Let me talk about Sushi’s future wonder-child. And then perhaps I will rant passive aggressively about a certain man in our class – okay, several. Sushi’s wonder-child will have all the traits of her ex-boyfriends. What can I say, she gets around – and in my life as Edward, I know to expect crazy spawn. Heck, my own child tried to claw its way out of Bella’s belly. Say that ten times fast. Bella’s belly. Bella’s belly. Bella’s belly. Bella’s belly. Bella’s belly. Bella’s belly. Bella’s belly. Bella’s belly. Bella’s belly. Bella’s belly. Who’s to say Sushi’s kid hasn’t been waiting to be fertilized by EVERY one of her mother’s…encounters…imagine it. Intense eyeballs and facial muscles like Chiranjeevi, charismatically lethal like James B0nd, a toupee and hand twitch like Donald Trump, the night janitor’s love of Blondie, Mr. Gibb’s glorious sideburns, and Uday’s magnificent nose. When Sushi finally settles down, her husband will ask, “What? Those aren’t my intense eyeballs!” and their marriage will be destroyed in ruins. But Sushi will rise up like a phoenix and soar to become the most independent woman the world has ever known.
The Men’s Wearhouse. I guarrantee it.
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In other news, Freddie Highmore is Astroboy.
Yeah, okay. It’s old news, but I just found out yesterday. Wait – deja vu. Nope, I’ve seen it before but tossed it out in hopes of salvaging my sanity. It’s another attempt at an American accent, this time with a freaky after-puberty voice. GAHHH.
Oh yesh. We went to the zoo yesterday and now my thighs are burning with sudden exercise after hibernation. To be honest, I’ve looked like a mourning widow for the entirety of winter break. If I can, I don’t change out of my pj’s. Laziness galore. Huzzah? Hoboish, definitely. In the nasty hoboish way, not in the okay hoboish.
That made no sense.
No, school is beginning soon….but in happier news, new “Public Enemies” pictures have appeared, even if the trailer hasn’t. There’s one where JD (Dillinger or Depp – depending on you) is sitting on a bed w/a bandage around his left arm.
Now that it’s 2009, I took off my PotC calendar. It is the end of PotC wall things. Sad in the way that it’s sad that the dinosaurs went extinct. It wouldn’t be good if they were still around but death is never funny. Except during “Johanna: Reprise” of “Sweeney Todd”.
I feel like someone who just quit smoking. Except that I’ve gone past the point of no return so there’s no chance of a reobsession w/PotC. From now on, all the comments I make is just for the sake of six degrees. Tee hee.
I just told my sister I play my fat. Her expression died.
To stop the brain aneurysm that has just occurred because of that statement, look it up in “grape terminology”. Maybe it’ll just kill you instead of helping. Sorry.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: angry, Bleeding Love, bubble, deep, drama, fail, fanvideo, generation, girl power, guy problems, high school, Johnny Depp, nightmare, rant, religion, Sweeney Todd, Sweeney Todd London Press Conference
I’m not going to say anything because it would just be grudge-ful.
But for posterity, I hated girl power today. I sort of hated my generation in general today too. Now it’s mellowed out to a “whyyyy?”
I can only speak for the girls for obvious – or not so obvious – reasons. I get the feeling that in today’s argument some of things we said were only for the sake of arguing, because they were so generic. It annoys me when girls defend each other. It’s a great thing, but the way we do it is so grating. And we think we’re doing people a favor, no, we just look ridiculous.
Maybe I’m just weird, but I don’t bother with these things anymore. I haven’t been involved in any drama since 8th grade. I’ve realized that it’s pointless and while sometimes fun, it just makes you all stressed out. What does this do for you? Or to progress your life? I’m sort of waiting for most of the other people in our class to grow up. I have been so much happier in general since I stopped bothering with friend problems and guy problems. I think mainly because of who my friends are, though, these problems don’t really exist. And even if one of us is being poopy, it’s not like we’ll exact revenge. Although I’m worried Sushi might one day. We all know it was the reason we were nice to that guy who left for Gahr (not naming names – stealthy)
Seriously, I’m so lucky to have my friends. It’s like a bubble within a bubble, a, excuse my AP Human terminology, permeable border. If that’s the wrong term, I don’t know what you should do to me. Even though we’re in a bubble, thanks to modern technology known as the Internet we know a bunch of crappish stuff that no one else does, mainly about entertainment…weight loss…umm…and Johnny Depp. Because of the amount of knowledge we have, Johnny Depp gets his own category. Not because he’s the first thing that popped into my mind when I was trying to come up with a third category. Anyways, all you have to do is picture our attempt at a normal high school girl talk and FAIL will bombard you until you land in a pile of mush and kumquat seeds.
What’s with all the deep angry rants? You may now name a religion after me based on my beliefs. Blasphemous!
Dear God, I was just kidding.
Some parts of my fanvideo died. It just says “invalid” in big ugly letters in those parts. Like I’m a leper or something. Good thing I remember the clips from watching them so much. This is probably why people don’t use Internet movie editors.
For English homework I bluntly referenced “Sweeney Todd”. I sound like a freak because I wrote “at the ‘Sweeney Todd’ press conference in London last year” and why would I know that?
My ipod started playing “Bleeding Love” and I thought I had entered into a live nightmare.
I still want cake.
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Empire Magazine has this feature on “Public Enemies” and I enlarged pictures people had taken of it and read it. Because that’s how I always read magazines features about Johnny Depp.
I want one of those tommy-guns. They’re freaking cool, especially when Dillinger’s gang is hanging onto the outside of a speeding car and they’re all shooting at people.


