Exhibit B:
That is all.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Quit Owning My Heart
Fair statement: Gary Oldman may have been the sexiest man in The Dark Knight.
Exhibit B:
That is all.
Exhibit B:
That is all.
Oh Wait, This Is What Happened...
I was looking for Harold Ramis clips on You Tube. Lately Chris has been looking less like Jimmy Fallon and more like Egon Spengler. I kinda like it and I'm generally pro-Ramis but it makes me think about Ghostbusters all the time. So I'd been planning some kind of re=watch because it's one of those things that I gotta see every few years (also: Fletch, Superman, Die Hard at Christmas). Then I watched this trailer and now I feel sated because in 2:12 they manage to hit every major plot point right up to the finale. Score! Maybe I don't have to make it to Flicks on the Bricks after all! I kid. We all know that Annie Potts is the real reason for a re=watch. We got one!!
Know What Useless Piece of Info I Picked Up Today?
The same man who scores for Lost, Michael Giacchino
also did the soundtrack for Ratatouille.
That seemed a little unexpected to me. Granted, I've never seen Ratatouille. I'm sure it's totally fucking adorable. I'm saving all my kid movie patience for when I have a kid. I'm saving up folks! No, I have not seen Wall-E! Plenty of time for that. I've only seen Dark Knight twice so far. They're called priorities, people. Wait, what was I talking about? It's late(-ish, okay it's only 9:45 but) and I'm getting myself confused.
Did I just watch Ghostbusters earlier?
The bottom line is (BLI) that soundtracks totally fucking matter. I am convinced that many of the movies and shows I love are directly affected by the quality of their music. I get shivers from Gaius Baltar and Saul Tigh's themes on Battlestar Galactica. I once worshipped Danny Elfman (yes, it was 1989, please do the age math, I was TWELVE). Note to self: do not mess up when presented with the chance to choose a good score for my life story. In my head.
Oh! And for good measure...
also did the soundtrack for Ratatouille.
That seemed a little unexpected to me. Granted, I've never seen Ratatouille. I'm sure it's totally fucking adorable. I'm saving all my kid movie patience for when I have a kid. I'm saving up folks! No, I have not seen Wall-E! Plenty of time for that. I've only seen Dark Knight twice so far. They're called priorities, people. Wait, what was I talking about? It's late(-ish, okay it's only 9:45 but) and I'm getting myself confused.
Did I just watch Ghostbusters earlier?
The bottom line is (BLI) that soundtracks totally fucking matter. I am convinced that many of the movies and shows I love are directly affected by the quality of their music. I get shivers from Gaius Baltar and Saul Tigh's themes on Battlestar Galactica. I once worshipped Danny Elfman (yes, it was 1989, please do the age math, I was TWELVE). Note to self: do not mess up when presented with the chance to choose a good score for my life story. In my head.
Oh! And for good measure...
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Our Wedding Day: A Photo Essay In 2 Parts
Chris and I are not what you might call traditional. We got married in a kind of unusual way but going through some old photos on my computer, I was reminded how unconventional we must appear sometimes.
Photo 1:
This is Chris on our wedding day. He is wearing a home-made costume for a school final (relating to Gods somehow? This is sort of muddy to me now...) It was August, hence the perspiring. His final was in the evening, after which he rushed home, changed, went to pick up the minister and meet me for our 10 pm wedding.
Photo 2:
The next time I saw him, I was wearing a white dress. Now we share the same last name. Funny how these things happen. Yes, I look possessed here. Unfortunately exuberant joy does not photograph well on me.
Photo 1:
This is Chris on our wedding day. He is wearing a home-made costume for a school final (relating to Gods somehow? This is sort of muddy to me now...) It was August, hence the perspiring. His final was in the evening, after which he rushed home, changed, went to pick up the minister and meet me for our 10 pm wedding.
Photo 2:
The next time I saw him, I was wearing a white dress. Now we share the same last name. Funny how these things happen. Yes, I look possessed here. Unfortunately exuberant joy does not photograph well on me.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Sunday Bits
Cleaning out my old text messages from my phone this morning. Some of my favorites:
Received 6/6/08 5:42 pm:
"What movie was that where she was talking about the babies staring at her?? Anyway I want a baby so bad i feel like they are all staring at me!"
*Side note: After she sent me this, I started noticing the same thing. Babies stare at me. I am not the only one who has noticed. I mean, do women in their 30s give off some kind of maternal pheromone? It is a little freaky.
Received 6/8/08 8:43 am:
(My sister has been getting an increasingly ridiculous series of letters from the DMV)
"Oh this one is great! I need to prove future financial responsibility by getting insurance for the next three years even if I don't have a car. Way to prove future financial responsibility by STEALING MY MONEY!"
Received 7/1/08 9:49 am:
"I know and not to be a bitch but what does that have to do with me tonight?" (followed by smiley face emoticon)
Received 7/4/08 10:07 am:
(following my question about whether the sushi place would be open on the holiday)
"sure theyre japanese"
Received 7/6/08 9:34 am:
(My cousin is working for a band currently touring in Europe)
(The ellipses are all hers)
"I have had 2 hours sleep in 36 hours....unreal."
9:41 am:
"I sat on the beach for a few hours yesterday....but the schedule is tough. My stage manager had another seizure at 630 this morning....he had one last tour in California....I had to go in the ambulance to the Turkish hospital....we ran over a cat on the way....it was all very upsetting...."
I told her she could kick Sedaris' ass if she wrote a book about it.
And a bit of advice on this Sabbath:
Received 6/6/08 5:42 pm:
"What movie was that where she was talking about the babies staring at her?? Anyway I want a baby so bad i feel like they are all staring at me!"
*Side note: After she sent me this, I started noticing the same thing. Babies stare at me. I am not the only one who has noticed. I mean, do women in their 30s give off some kind of maternal pheromone? It is a little freaky.
Received 6/8/08 8:43 am:
(My sister has been getting an increasingly ridiculous series of letters from the DMV)
"Oh this one is great! I need to prove future financial responsibility by getting insurance for the next three years even if I don't have a car. Way to prove future financial responsibility by STEALING MY MONEY!"
Received 7/1/08 9:49 am:
"I know and not to be a bitch but what does that have to do with me tonight?" (followed by smiley face emoticon)
Received 7/4/08 10:07 am:
(following my question about whether the sushi place would be open on the holiday)
"sure theyre japanese"
Received 7/6/08 9:34 am:
(My cousin is working for a band currently touring in Europe)
(The ellipses are all hers)
"I have had 2 hours sleep in 36 hours....unreal."
9:41 am:
"I sat on the beach for a few hours yesterday....but the schedule is tough. My stage manager had another seizure at 630 this morning....he had one last tour in California....I had to go in the ambulance to the Turkish hospital....we ran over a cat on the way....it was all very upsetting...."
I told her she could kick Sedaris' ass if she wrote a book about it.
And a bit of advice on this Sabbath:
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