Is it just me, or is this guy sorta dishy? (It was in the sidebar at Gawker, and you know, I love to window shop on behalf my single homegirls. Anyway, I'm married not spayed! Jesus!)
In other news: I am getting my ass kicked by the Dream Mohair I purchased for my wrap -- that shit is like velcro!
And, speaking of velcro (you know, I didn't even try and make that extremely witty segue on purpose -- and yeah, only relevant to those who have seen the movie already): I finally saw Garden State this weekend! I loved it, obviously, but what I loved even more, maybe, was that I saw my very first preview for the hotly-anticipated-by-Sarah I (Heart) Huckabees!
Why is it that 9 out of 10 soggy humid days result in my hair blowing up like a mushroom cloud and a nimbus of broken, over-processed blonde haze floats in the 2 feet surrounding my skull? But then that 10th day, the humidity turns my hair into a magnificent, bouncy Zeta-Jonesesque coiffure! And inevitably on the 10th day, I have hott plans to spend the evening with our neighbor's 11 year-old child playing video games. And yes, since you ask, today is the the 10th day, I look awesome, and I am going to kick some kid's ass at Soul Caliber tonight. (Because I always kick everyone's ass at Soul Caliber.)
I want to see We Don't Live Here Anymore, but then again, I don't know...infidelity in a small New England town, bored academic types...it all seems so commonplace and rather exhausting. I mean, if I wanted to see that sort of thing, I'd go to the Starbucks in Northampton more often. There I can always count on some unkempt-but-working-hard-at-sexy prof pushing a stroller full of kids eyeing me when I bend over to pick up my bag. The one very, very redeeming feature could be the ever-hott Mr. Ruffalo, whom I would probably pay $9.50 to watch wax floors...and in this movie, I do believe he spends most of it having illicit sex (my favorite kind!), which is way better. So, you know, I am conflicted.
I have a lot more to say about things political (particularly this), but I am a little excited about the reservations we made at Fore Street (again!) next month and all manners of other little plans and schemes upcoming, so I can't really get into it now. La!
So, obviously, I went to see Farenheit 9/11 this weekend. At the midnight movie in Albany on Friday, actually, because there were no tickets available for it, like, at all, anywhere or any time other than the midnight movie, and by 6pm on Friday, many of the Saturday shows were already sold out. Which is a good sign! (More good signs found here.) Do I need to go into the fact that it was amazingly important, and if you don't see it, you get the official hairy eyeball from me? Yeah, I didn't think so.
What I thought was interesting in particular was the crowd. Albany is a small city -- I believe just under 100,000 -- and there were two theaters in town showing it. Both theaters were fairly large, especially the one we went to, with the stadium seating and whatnot. When we wandered back into the mall to see the movie around 11:45 pm, we were shocked to find a line of people several hundred deep already waiting to be seated, though the screening wasn't scheduled to start until 12:20 am. The line of people was highly diverse (which I did not expect) and people were talking to each other, some sorta riot nrrd types were singing songs, people were passing around voter registration forms...and during the film, there was laughter, gasps of shock, open weeping and thunderous applause. It was pretty amazing, actually, and I am glad we stuck it out, fuelled by enormous amounts of coffee, and stayed awake to watch it with the fine folks. It was just...cool to see something so important with people who actually seemed to give a shit.
Oh, I haven't even anything smarmy to say, I am just feeling...you know, I think they call it "optimistic"!
Today's the day, at least for New Yorkers. Farenheit 9/11 opens, with all the requistive crazy dark forces milling about, frankly rather ineptly. (To those on the left interested in making hay from pop culture, perhaps you have not yet heard about Move On's house parties post-movie-viewing?)
P.S. I found Hitch's review to be completely borderline-unreadable, not because it's negative, but because it makes no sense. Of course, for the record, he still sort of completely does it for me, in an intellectual contrarian way. (Isn't that disturbing? I swear, it's a disease.)
Don't know if you heard or not, but apparently -- and you might not want to tell the President this, because I think he'll be quite embarassed -- there's no connection between Al Qaeda and Iraq! Yeah, I know! I am as shocked as you are! Just because every single reputable analyst and expert said this all along, perhaps the 9/11 commission's findings will finally put this Bush-sponsored bullshit justification to bed with the extremely stupid at last (although probably not).
And: crazypants people trying to put the hate on Michael Moore's little movie -- perhaps you've heard of it?
Speaking of punk...I have 2 knitting-related things. 1) Seriously, you all email me and comment on how you are gonna make some hats and shit for Afghans for Afghans but then you never tell me how it is going! Have we grown apart so rapidly? And: 2) The sock knitting has begun (they'll go to Afghanistan also, if they work out at all okay, since I bought wacky yarn to try out my mad skillz with something sort of fun and gaudy) and all is A-OK so far. But pride always goes before a fall -- remember that time way back when I tried to show off at my yoga class and, like, was immobile for most of a week! (Hideous karma to try and show off at a yoga class, really.)
It is a little humiliating how much time I spent thinking about and then articulating my still-evolving thoughts on feminism and Coyote Ugly. I mean, I was really going there for a while, with theories about script-doctoring and subversive gender politics being written and then minimized, not unlike Mr. Pink's quasi-coherent rants about the politics of Starship Troopers (you'll have to ask him about this, I am sure I couldn't do the argument justice). And now, with all the hindsight that 10 minutes can afford me, I see that it was all folly and that Coyote Ugly was just...kind of retarded. Certainly not a classic film about female sexuality and power like Showgirls!
Also: this fucking fish is making me insane! Not only is the water plant included with it infested with heinous little bugs, but the cats are obsessed with the damn thing, and the hideous yowling and attempts to jump onto our mantel will surely drive me to drink. Crikey!
Hello, and a very special hello to those of you who are mildly (or possibly severely?) retarded and think things are going real well in Iraq! I want to tell all of you, but especially the aforementioned retarded ones, to take your ass to the theater this weekend to see the newly restored Battle of Algiers. It is shockingly relevant in these modern times, so much so that the Pentagon held a screening. Of course, they held the screening even before the revelations about our interrogation methods to the general public. (For those of you in the Berkshires -- it's playing in Williamstown -- and don't forget, if you go on Monday, free popcorn!)
Also, for what it's worth -- the film was gorgeously restored, but still with the attractive graininess. So good for apolitical film nerds as well!