Have swim by quiff

I'm back in Seattle and Crispin knows I have a ton of monkey work to catch up on so who knows if I will be able to post my Park City recap this week. I do want to say hello to everyone though. So hello! I missed you guys. Park City was so much fun and a lot of good things happened to propel us toward making the feature. These things were more so in regard to emails we received whilst there than to do with things that happened there. However, just BEING there put me (and others, it seems), in a positive frame of mind. We CAN make movies. We ARE talented (or at least in league with other successful people). We just need to remember the first rule of MovieClub: ABP (Always Be Pimping). It may seem annoying to us, but EVERYBODY does it and that's how they get noticed and meet people that can help them on their way. As long as we pimp in a NICE way that is respectful to other people (more rare than you'd think), we shouldn't ruffle any feathers and most folks will (ideally) become just as interested in our work as we are based off of our rampant enthusiasm.

We got some REALLY REALLY good news upon our return from Park City yesterday. I'm not sure I can say what it is yet, but let's just say that investing in our movie just got a lot more attractive.



ghostly the color of life? pink, white, green or blue? …

I've discovered that the greatest thing about myspace is the abundance of fresh new memes! Some people have pictures of strange naked girls who pretend to be your friend. I have these.

1. How tall are you barefoot?

2. Have you ever smoked heroin?
Sort of. It was opium. And it was pretty nice.

3. Do you own a gun?
Not a real one. Down with the NRA.

4. Have you ever been to rehab?

5. Would you ever “do” someone in their parents’ bed?
I have in the past. But I probably wouldn’t now.

6. What do you think of hot dogs?
Veggie dogs are really really yummy. As for regular hot dogs: eat at your own risk.

7. What's your favourite Christmas song?
“Lonely Jew On Christmas”

8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?
Water and tea. Tea made from water.

9. Do you do push-ups?
Not very well.

10. Have you ever done ecstasy?
No. But I want to before I die.

11. Are you vegan?

12. Do you like painkillers?
Who doesn’t?

13. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex? Tits. Not really a secret.

14. Do you own a knife?

15. Do you have A.D.D.?
You bet.

16.Date Of Birth?

17. Top 3 thoughts at this exact moment:
1. I can not WAIT to go on vacation.
2. 3 hours to go in this work day.
3. I ate too much at lunch.

18. Name the last 3 things you have bought:
1. Happy Hour dinner yesterday.
2. A few groceries.
3. Chai

19. Name five drinks you regularly drink:
1. Water
2. Tea
3. Wine
4. Milk
5. Cook’s

20. What time did you wake up today?

21. Current hair?
Blue streaks. The rest brown and black with a few gray hairs sneaking in all the time. Still trying to grow at that black.

22. Current worry?
How much longer do I have to be at this job?

23. Current hate?
The terrifying decline in personal privacy.

24. Favorite place to be?
Anywhere with my friends.

25. Least favorite place to be?

26. Where would you like to go?
Many places. But I’d really like to get to New Orleans, Vegas and New York in the near-ish future.

27. What do you wear when you go to sleep?
Full set of men’s jammies if it’s cold. If not, just men’s pajama bottoms and a tank top.

28. Where do you think you'll be in 10 yrs?
I HOPE I’ll still be in Seattle, but I’ll be doing something I love for a living. If I’m not doing something I love by then, I’d better have a damned good reason. (i.e. I’d better be in a coma).

29. Do you burn or tan?
Burn or just stay very very pale. I think my skin actually reflects light.

30. Last thing you ate?
Margherita Pizza.

31. Would you be a pirate?
Hell yes!

32. Last time you had an alcoholic drink?
Tuesday night.

33. What songs do you sing in the shower?
Whatever is in my head. It’s usually an 80’s song.

34. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?
The Incredible Hulk.

35. What's in your pockets right now?
Receipts. Cell Phone. Keys.

36. Last thing that made you laugh?
Bitching about everybody at work with my buddy from PTLD.

37. Best bed sheets you had as a child?
Strawberry Shortcake sheets were the only sheets I had when I was a child. When I got older, I got purple ones.

38. Worst injury you've ever had?
After my knee surgeries I was on crutches but I wouldn’t call them “injuries” because they were effed from birth. So I guess it was my broken arm received whilst roller skating.

40. How many TVs do you have in your house?

41. Who is your loudest friend?

42. Who is your most silent friend?

43. Does someone have a crush on you?
If they do, they haven’t told me.

44. Do you wish on stars?
Nope. But I occasionally wish on 11:11. I don’t think it’s going to DO anything, I just think it’s kinda neat.

45. What is your favourite book?
It’s a tie between Catcher in the Rye, Perv: A Love Story, and Life Without God.

46. What is your favourite candy?
Something I haven’t been able to eat for years: Skittles. Stupid gelatin.

47. What song do/did you want played at your wedding?
If I were to do such a thing, it would be “Slide Away” by Oasis.

48. What song do you want played at your funeral?
The Electric Six or any other music that would get people up and dancing. I want a proper, happy Irish wake.

49. What were you doing 12AM this morning?
Trying to fall asleep.

50. Do you love the pain a tattoo brings?
I don’t mind it. I’m still trying to find the perfect shop at which to get a new one.

Give me a shot out

I'm going to be pretty busy at work this week, so I'm going to attempt a quickie (I know. Shocking.), weekend recap from home. Followed by a stupid little meme.


Meep, Borg and I grabbed some delicious Asian-Fusion Bistro food at a new place called Azura. It was yummy. We ate too much and then met loads of people at the Comet for the Bobcats show. The first band, The Degrees, was too loud and caused most of our party to leave. Borg, Meep, Dom and I retreated upstairs (yes, there's an upstairs) to play pinball and video trivia and try to keep our ears from bleeding. Sherwood stayed downstairs with the remaining ex T-Towners who have less sensitive ears. The Bobcats finally came on and rocked the joint. We weren't too cool to boogie. They are going to be huge.

Spent the day doing very little and getting frustrated with myself as a result. I did manage to dye my hair blue, but I might go back to purple soon, as I feel the blue brings out the blue (which I never knew existed) in my icy cold Irish complexion.

Eventually, Sherwood, Borg, Meep and I made our way to Brugos' house for a karaoke birthday party in honor of his roommate, Brad. Brad, as the shirt says, puts the Rad in Brad. He also puts the ad in rad. But that's beside the point. There were many a legendary karaoke performance. Everyone seemed to be in top form. I love these karaoke parties because I get to experiment with songs that I'm not as sure of, without having to worry if I fuck up or not. Of course, everything was hazy for me by the night's end.

HIGHLIGHT: Got to hang out with the illustrious !

I took care of a lot of chore-type things and absolutely did NOT watch Slackers for the second time that weekend on Comedy Central because I don't find the juvenile humor in any way hilarious and endearing.
In the evening, the Troika watched Sundown and Meep and I played with the paint-by-numbers kit I got for Christmas from Erin.

I got my hair cut (I guess this weekend was all about my hair), and then Meep and I bought things we don't need before meeting Ahe to see Hostel. It wasn't bad. There were some pretty cool gory moments. Meep noted that Eli Roth is best when there's little dialog. Luckily, the second half of the movie is basically Jay Hernandez running around trying not to get mutilated. There were basically only two things that Meep and I found shocking the movie.
1) It was shockingly LOUD. Seriously, psychotic wealthy international businessmen. Can't you put your chainsaws on “quiet”? No? Ok. Just thought I'd ask.
2) It was shockingly unsettling that the other lead guy in the movie, who we all agreed was cute, turned out to be this guy from Dumb and Dumberer. Talk about a stiffy killer.

After the movie, Meep and I returned to my house to gorge ourselves on salad and watch the Golden Globes. Hooray for Sandra Oh for being kinda adorable about how genuinely giddy and grateful she was about winning. Hooray also for Hugh Laurie for being British and therefore understatedly hilarious.

And now for the promised stupid meme posted verbatim from myspace:

Body: sex ratings
Start at 50 and add or substract points as stated for each statement that applies to you…

Above 50 means you are not so good in bed..and not so fun, below 50 means you are real fun and damn good in bed.

AFTER your done… put your name at the bottom (a.k.a. comments)along w/your score

Add 10 if you are a virgin
Subtract 5 if You have had sex before
Subtract 5 more if you have had sex with more then 5 people.
Add 5 If you have never had oral sex
Subtract 5 if you have had or performed oral sex.
Subtract 2 if you have had sex in a public place
Subtract 3 if you have done 69
Add 5 If you have never had an Orgasm
Add 5 If you cant name 3 types/brands of condoms
Subtract 2 if you have masturbated
Subtract 3 if you have fingered/ given a handjob to someone else.
Subtract 5 if You have used someone for sex(one night stand)
Add 5 if You have never seen someone of the opposite sex naked
Add 5 if you havent kissed more then 3 people(unrelated)
Add 3 if you havent been kissed in the past month
Add 2 if You have never masturbated
Add 5 if You have never seen or watched porn
Subtract 5 if you have made your own porn
Subtract 3 if you have participated in anal sex
Subtract 2 if you have used lube duiring sex
Add 5 If you cant remember your last perverted thought
Subtract 5 if you have used sex toys
Subtract 3 if you have had a perverted thought in the past hour
Subtract 2 If you have kissed someone of the same sex

The Baxter's score is all of 6! Somehow, I think most of my readers will be about the same, if not lower.

NEXT TWO WEEKENDS:PARK CITY SHENANIGANS. So I won't be doing any long updates for a while. But I will hopefully have many a tale when I get back.

pontifical eyelash

Another one from Ahe’s myspace situation. Thanks, Ahe.

1. Do you still talk to your first boyfriend/girlfriend?
No. I’m not even sure if he’s still alive. He had mental problems.

2. What should you be doing right now?

3. What kind of music did you listen to in elementary school?
The following albums in constant rotation: “Dirty Dancing Soundtrack”, “Footloose Soundtrack”, Cyndi Lauper “She’s So Unusual”, “Thriller”, Lionel Richie “Dancing on the Ceiling”, and the “Beverly Hills Cop Soundtrack”.

4. What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?
Heh. Swallow.

5. Beer or Liquor?

6. Are you against same sex marriage?

7. Have you been on a date in the past week?
I had a date with the television set.

8. Have you ever kissed someone you don't like?
They kissed me.

9. Quote an Nsync song lyric?
Ain’t no lie/Baby, bye bye bye

10. Are most of the friends in your life new or old?
New by some standards. Old by mine.

11. Do you own any furniture from Ikea?
A table and some chairs.

12. Do you like your parents?


14. What state/country are you from?
Virginia, USA (the RVA)

15. Tell us about the last conversation you had?
I can't. It was about a client. Besides, it's not that interesting.

16. Where do you see yourself in one month?
Counting down the days to SXSW.

17. What is your favorite smell?
Camp fire smell.

And 18 is in survey heaven…
That’s too bad.

19. What is the time and the outside temperature at the moment?
1:12pm, 43 F

20. What are you doing tomorrow?
Bobcats at the Comet!

21. Have you ever gone to therapy?
Yeah. It worked for a while.

22. Have you ever Played Spin the Bottle?
Yes. Right around puberty. It was socially mortifying and I’ve yet to recover.

23. Have you ever Toilet Papered someone's house?

24. Have you ever liked someone but never told them?
Yes. Dude. Who hasn’t?

25. Have you ever gone camping?
Yes, but not recently.

26. Have you ever had a crush on your brother's or sister's friend?
No. Most of my brother’s friends are either mentally challenged or Christian.

27. Have you ever been to a nude beach?
Yes. But I didn’t participate.

29. Have you ever had sex on the beach?
No. Sandy vag is not appealing to me.

30. Have you ever had a stalker?
Sort of.

31. Have you ever been in love?

32. Have you ever gone skinny dipping?
No. And the older I get, the less likely it is to happen. Unless it’s somewhere REALLY dark.

33. Have you ever laughed so hard you cried?

34. Have you ever gone to a party where you were the only sober?
Yes. I don’t recommend it.

35. Have you ever cheated?
Once. On a chemistry test.

36. Have you ever met one of your myspace friends?
I’ve met most of them. I’m not one of those whooooers.

37. Have you ever felt betrayed by your “best friend”?
Not my current best friend.

38. Have you ever lied to your parents?
Oh yes. I would STILL be grounded if I hadn’t.

39. Have you ever been out of the US?

40. Have you ever seen your best friend naked?
Yes. But it wasn’t anything like the fantasy.

rebate Meidicagtions

TWO MEMES Pilfered from MYSPACE.


Age of first kiss:
First peer sanctioned kiss (i.e. Spin the Bottle) = 12
First voluntary kiss = 13

Number of people you've kissed:
I don’t know. Probably at least twice the amount of people I have slept with.

French kissing is:
What people do.

The worst kind of kiss is:
Slobbery and unskilled.

The best kisser you know:
I haven’t kissed everyone I know.

The worst kisser you know:
Toothy McBadtiming in a pub in London.

The celebrity you'd like to kiss:
Cillian Murphy. A.k.a. pillow lips.

Friend you would like to kiss:
I am SO not answering this.

Favorite movie kiss:
Trey parker and Matt Stone in Baseketball.

Do you kiss on the first date?
If I like the person, I see no reason not too.

Eyes open or closed?

Average number of kisses you get a day:

Ever kissed a friend's boyfriend or girlfriend?

The last person you kissed:

Best placed to be kissed:

Have you kissed someone of the same sex?

What about the opposite sex?

Do you consider kissing cheating?
It depends in the intention.

The longest you've gone without a kiss:
I don’t know. 6 months?

The kiss you regret most is:
This one dude in high school. We were friends and he got SOOOO mad at me for not wanting to be his girlfriend after that he never spoke to me again.

Kissing in public is:
Ok in moderation and MPAA rating.

Tongue rings are:

Two girls kissing is:

Guys kissing is:
The best way for two men to show their respect for one another. With me watching.


Delete one question you don’t want to answer and add your own random question to the end of this chain (but don’t answer it) and paste in your blog (or in the comments section) for super happy fun times.

Do you like the smell of gas?

What piece of clothing could you not live without?
Black cardie.

What is the scariest book you ever read?
Pet Cemetary.

Superman or Batman?
Batman. Superman is a pussy.

Have you ever broken a bone?
Left arm.

Rivers Cuomo, Colin Meloy or Ben Gibbard: Do, Dump or Marry?
Apparently, I already AM doing Ben Gibbard (since many people seem to think Dom looks like him). I would have said marry Rivers in the Pinkerton days but now he has been replaced by a whiny ho. I am indifferent about Colin Meloy (who I think looks kinda like Christopher Reeve as Clark Kent) so I’ll say dump, do and marry based on looks. In terms of personality, I would say dump, marry and do.

What's the closest you have ever come to dying?
They had a hard time waking me up after one of my knee surgeries.

What is the last song you had stuck in your head?
Right now I have “I Don’t Want to Live Without You” by Foreigner in my head.

What was the last dvd you watched?
Faye was kind enough to show me some Home Movies episodes last night.

Where do you want to run away to?
San Diego Comic Con.

Do you collect anything?

If you could have one season year round, what would it be and why?
Summer. More fun things happen and people are generally in a better mood.

Ever won something from the claw machine in arcades?
No. But a boyfriend won me a shark in a tuxedo.

Do you have a beach house?

Ever fired a gun? Did you like it?
No. But I kind of want to. Even though I’m anti-gun.

Are you a myspace whore?

What voice part are you?
½ Alto.

What color are the sheets on your bed?

Which Friend are you?
The one that doesn’t hang out with those guys.

Have you ever had a hamster?
No. But I had two gay gerbils named Smithers and Burns!

What rhymes with cellophane that is longer than 4 letters?

Darling, dear, what have you done? Your clothes are torn, your make-up runs…
I got really drunk on too much Cook’s and fell into a bathtub.

What is your favorite lame joke?

Our Swiss accessories are to express your good taste



I left the office late because our meeting went over. Conveniently, Lil D and the Other One had left early for vacation so they were pardoned from having to stay late on a Friday. I got a call from Elyse and Wade to say that their Beer Hour had been canceled so they were coming downtown. I suggested trying Bernard’s for happy hour. It was an ill-conceived idea. Or, at least, the timing was off. Our waitress was either drunk or high and it took forever for her to take our order. The only food served were a finite amount of dubious looking chicken wings sitting on a hot plate. Wade and Elyse bravely tucked into them. The waitress brought us our one beer and bitched at us about using coasters to protect the badly scuffed table. We drank our beers and, when it was clear that the waitress was not coming back to either ask if we wanted another one or to bring us our bill, we dropped some money on the table, tipped her far too much because we didn’t have exact change, and headed out. I’m that after we were gone, she found the money and the empty beer glasses and thought the tooth fairy had brought her a present. She was that messed up.

We then caught the 11 back to Capital Hill. Usually, my bus trips home from work are uneventful. The buses are full of commuters who just want to get home and start the weekend. An hour and a half later, the crazies head home from whatever it is THEY do with their day. It was this bus that we happened to catch. Or maybe it wasn’t the riders at all, but a frazzled bus driver at the end of his rope. It was difficult to tell because we were crammed all the way in the back with people in the aisles blocking our view and a noisy heater impairing our hearing. All we know is that the bus driver kept yelling “If you don’t stop, I’m going to pull this bus over and EVERYONE is getting off!” He then DID, in fact, pull over every block or so and walk to the middle of the bus to yell at someone. “Don’t you touch her!” he said. “You don’t touch people on the bus! I’m going to make everyone get off. I’m serious!” We joked that we felt like we were about to get a week’s worth of detention from this guy. We couldn’t tell who was making the trouble. One very tall man got off the back of the bus and then came back on the front. We felt like we were taking Mugatu’s Crazy Pills. The bus lurched forward for another block and then the bus driver slammed on his breaks again. He stormed to the middle of the bus and started yelling at a girl who was on her cell phone. It was unclear if she was the object of his rage previously. “Give me that,” he demanded. She handed him her cell phone. “Who is this?” he yelled into the cell phone. “I am a Metro Bus Driver!” he shouted. The rest of the conversation was muffled by the heater. Damn, I wish we’d been sitting closer. Meanwhile, a guy in a pimp outfit, who was wedged into the back corner, kept saying “I don’t have time for this shit. I’m getting off.” He would stand up to move, but the people in the aisles ignored him and, rather than say “excuse me”, he would just sit back down.
Eventually, we made it to our stop and we fought our way forward, thanking the bus driver, as usual, for the ride as we exited. We’ll never know why he was having such a bad day.

Now, I know that a lot of people hate riding Metro for this reason. And sometimes, I can’t handle the crazy either. But other times, I find it makes for some pretty great City Theatre. That is, if you are able to hear all the dialog.

After we got off the bus, we stopped at the Baguette Box for, what Elyse swore, were incredible sandwiches. I had never been there before but I am always willing to try new places as long as they have a veggie option for me. While we ordered, chatted with the nice Permabake behind the counter. (Man, I really love Seattle). I (of course) got their braised tofu sandwich.

We continued up the Hill, meeting Meep and Borg and QFC for beverages. We weren’t sure if it was the one beer each on empty stomachs, the surreality Bernard’s and Metro, or something else, but Elyse, Wade and I were definitely having a collective whack attack. We picked two bottles of wine (which took forever), and decided that it would be faster to use the new-fangled self-check. Maybe it WOULD have been faster had it been anyone else working the thing. But for us, it took ages, and many a helping hand from a QFC employee, to get us through the process. We also discovered that one of the bottles, which we had thought was $10, actually cost $20! None of us are in the habit of purchasing expensive wine, if for no other reason than we can’t tell the damned difference between a $20 bottle and a $5 bottle. But we had come this far so we decided to go with it. Besides, if we couldn’t even self-check a normal purchase, imagine the trouble it would have been to exchange the bottle for something else!

Eventually, we made it back to the Zookster pad (losing Borg on the way), and found Gene and Dom ready for the evening’s activity; a screening of one of Wade and Meep’s favorite movies, Condorman!

I had been so distracted by the journey from office to home, that I had forgotten to ask Dom if he’d wanted me to pick anything up for him. Sorry, Dom! So I guiltily made him some tacos. Then Elyse, Wade and I retreated to the bedroom to take care of some weedy business. Meanwhile, Sherwood arrived.

We tucked in with our expensive wine, sandwiches and accouterments. Finally, we were all ready to begin the movie.

I actually HAVE heard of Condorman. Besides Meep mentioning it as a family favorite, my brother happened to catch it once on the Disney Channel when we were kids. It had enough influence on him for him to actually adopt the moniker himself, for a while, and subsequently pen a rap which placed him in the role. I hadn’t thought about this in years. But Wade had managed to score a copy of the movie (European bootleg) and, perhaps for some, too many expectations had been set on it. For the rest of us, it was easy to enjoy for what it was: a dorky old Disney movie with a silly premise, a smoking hot leading lady, and a built-in drinking game. Nice!

After the movie, we broke out the karaoke show-tunes, which quickly alienated several people. So we compromised, by putting on a few episodes of The Young Ones, before calling it a night.


I woke up hangover free and ready for a nice mellow day of kicking it. Meep and I had plans to have no plans. Gene called before I left to see what we were up to and I happily invited him to do nothing with us. Dom helped me carry over one of my DDR pads to house at Meep’s house for future impromptu DDR sessions whenever her neighbor goes out. She’s lucky because her downstairs neighbor actually LEAVES the house periodically, whereas mine is an angry hermit. Anywho, Meep fixed me and Gene tea and biscuits and we tucked in to watch The Baxter (no relation). I was the only one who’d had the opportunity to see it in the theatre (with Michael Showalter in attendance!) I enjoyed it quite a bit and was excited to watch it again. I am pleased to say that it’s even more delightful upon a second viewing. You are able to catch more of the subtle Stella references and Justin Thereoux is just PRICELESS as the “perfect” leading man whose profession is Geodes and who cannot have a conversation without blubbering. Michelle Williams is also exceedingly adorable in it. (Want her haircut). Actually, it’s just chock full of some the most underrated actors (comedic or otherwise) including Paul Rudd, Peter Dinklage and everyone who was in Stella. It’s got physical comedy, irreverent humor, silliness and some truly mortifying moments of missed opportunity. It’s the perfect ultimately cockle-warming romantic comedy for people who typically don’t go in for that sort of thing.

After the movie, Meep and I got in a few games of DDR (her version has the Neverending Story!) and then we headed out to get a snack. It was too early for dinner so it took us a while to decide where to get something small that wouldn’t spoil our appetites for later. We ended up at Guaymas. Then we stopped in at Crossroads so that I could search in vain for a warm sweater that didn’t make me uncomfortable. Next, we killed time at Everyday Music, where I miraculous escaped without buying anything. While I browsed, I realized that I should have used the restroom at Guaymas. Of course, they wouldn’t let me use it at Everyday, so I foolishly nipped over to Smack in the Box where I bough the cheapest thing on the menu for the privilege to use their urine-soaked toilets. As I waited for the ladies room, I became aware that it was occupied, not by another lady who was doing her business, but by two men who were seemingly having a friendly discussion and not showing any signs of exiting anytime soon. Eventually, I got into the men’s room and regretted it. At least I was done. I picked up the fries that were my consolation prize. They smelled awful and there was NO WAY I was going to actually eat them. Usually, Broadway is full of homeless people so I thought it would be easy to give them away. Perhaps it was because it was particularly nippy outside, but there were no needy people anywhere in sight. So instead I lugged these rank-smelling fries back into Everyday, and hid them in my hat (no food or drink allowed) while Meep and Gene finished shopping.

We left the store and went up the street to meet Dom, passing no hungry people on the way. Finally, as the four of us waited for the bus to go downtown, I left the grease-stained bag on top of the garbage can. I turned my back for a minute and, when I looked again, the bag was gone. At least SOMEONE picked them up. Though I hope they didn’t get sick. Those things really smelled awful.

As it was dinnertime, we went to the Crocodile. Gene, Meep and I were still kind of full from our snack, however. We got small portions anyway.

Finally, we arrived at our destination, and the only location that was in our plan all along: Shorty’s. What followed was 5 hours of drinking, playing video games, reading from the fun little free sex magazines they have on the windowsill, eating amazingly delicious nachos, some heavy conversation, some light conversation and generally some great fun with friends. We were joined by Sherwood, just off the boat from his office holiday party and Borg, taking a break from making us all rich and famous. We also met a sweet little Rottweiler mix who roamed the bar and conned everyone into giving her hot dogs. We closed the place out, and Borg drove our drunken asses home, which I’m sure was a welcome change for Dom.


I am Jack's useless lump.


Some of you may know that “The Beaver Trilogy”, something I stummbled upon when I was attempting to watch everything Crispin Glover has ever been in, is a film that is very dear to my heart. I don't know why I never sought to find any more information about it than what was mentioned on director Trent Harris' website. The film is an at once heartbreaking and uplifting experiment in filmmaking, and it leaves me feeling so complete that I guess I never felt much need to persue the subject further. However, today I stumbled upon this article, written shortly after the film premiered at Sundance in 2001, and it gives me even more warm and fuzzy feelings about the film, the director and the subject matter. Some people have thought that the film exploits a confused, mentally unstable young man. I think this article implies what I've always felt; that it is a tribute to someone who dared to be exactly who he wanted to be in an environment that wasn't supportive of such things.

You go, Groovin' Gary!

If you have never seen this movie and the article peaks your interest, let me know. I'd be happy to lend it to you.

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I will use the results of this quiz as a backup plan for my dreams. I always DID want to be a rock journalist back when there was rock musicians to be interviewed.

I like how I scored a 75% in “dance” based off the fact that I LIKE to dance. No one asked about my very very white sense of rhythm.

You scored as Journalism. You are an aspiring journalist, and you should major in journalism! Like me, you are passionate about writing and expressing yourself, and you want the world to understand your beliefs through writing.





























What is your Perfect Major?
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I left work early to go to the doctor after hurriedly moving all my shit from the front counter into my new office. Yes, that’s right folks. After having had my “promotion” for 6 months, I finally get the second half of it. I don’t have to answer the stupid phones anymore and I get a door and window! Glorious!

Anyway, since I was leaving early to go to the doctor (after having spent two evenings working unpaid overtime to make up for the pending time missed), everyone else decided to leave to. So, I basically worked that overtime for no reason other than Boss Man was having one of his fun little power trips. Oh well.

I had my annual appointment and then returned home to wait for people to call me. I had tried really hard to get people together for happy hour, I couldn’t get anyone to commit to a location. Around 5:00, B. called me and said he and Galloo were at the Mirabeau room, but by now I was already on the Hill and didn’t want to try and get a bus to Queen Anne during rush hour. Instead, Meep and I decided to go have dinner at the Elysian. I had never been there for food and Meep said they had an amazing veggie sloppy joe. I called Sherwood too, and, after a few bus mishaps, he joined us. I didn’t end up getting the sloppy joe, but I DID get a fantasmic Field Roast Cheese Steak. Meep indulged in the veggie curry. Next time, I may get their vegetarian country dinner. I am really happy that Meep told me about their food, because now I have an interesting veggie-friendly place to take Mark next time he comes up!

We were also waited on by two smokin’ hot waitresses. One had a muscular (like Angela Basset in Strange Days) body and cute nerdy glasses. The other looked like she just stepped off the runway to bring us our dinner. Sherwood was in love. We definitely need to go back there.

B. called from Linda’s. He was with Galloo and a dude from their office. We tried to convince them to meet us at the Elysian, but they weren’t having it. Likewise, we weren’t having Linda’s (you can only enjoy yourself with Hipster Bingo so many times before it wears on your nerves). So we told them that after dinner, we were heading up to Big Time to meet Gene and torture Borg, and they were welcome to join us later.

We rolled up to Big Time in time to see Borg outside having a smoke. BenDur, his sister, her friend from school and BenDur’s g/f were to meet us so we needed to create a large seating area for ourselves. We made an awkward attempt at moving tables together and, I think, annoyed the crap out of Borg, but eventually we settled in. A few minutes later, Galloo, B. and their work friend showed up so it turned out we needed even MORE chairs.

Even though we were probably embarrassing Borg, he was kind enough to fix us some complimentary nachos (which I’ve been told BY Borg, you shouldn’t eat from Big Time).

Borg got off work not too long after everyone arrived. Lea and her friend (who reminded me a LOT of the slutty ex-girlfriend in the Wedding Singer), decided they needed hard alcohol so they went to Flowers to do shots. The rest of us wanted to go to the College Inn, a few of us went to tell the girls where we were going to be. (Why we had to do everything in groups, at this point, I have no idea).

Anywho, we stayed at the College Inn for a long while. I like the College Inn, even though it makes me feel somewhat lecherous at times for ogling the college co-eds.

When I got home, I was pleased with my self-control. I was drunk but not TOO drunk, so I was confident that I would still be able to function for New Years. I have a bad habit of getting too hammered the night BEFORE New Years and then not being able to enjoy myself at the party.

I love it when a lack-of-plan comes together.


DZ needed pants. So in the afternoon, Meep, Borg, DZ and I strolled downtown on a pants-quest. I am happy to say it was fruitful. We stopped in at Macy’s too and I took profuse advantage of their crazy year-end sale. We later supped at Johnny Rockets in Pacific Place and realized that we have spent far too much time in that yuppie mall in recent weeks than any self-respecting group of liberals should.

Then we parted ways to rest and get ready for the big New Years party at the House of Fun in Wallingford. I put on my new brown velvety dress ($25!) and curled my hair. About 5 minutes later, my hair was flat again. No matter. I was ready to party. Sherwood came over and we hopped in the car to pick up Borg and Meep. I was a little stressed about parking, it being New Years Eve, but everyone assured me that it would be fine. And of course, they were right. Before we have New Years at the Bunswick’s condo near the Space Needle. It stands to reason that there isn’t any parking over there. But there was plenty of parking in Wallingford at 10pm. And all my stress was washed away with my first giant glass of champagne.

While Meep and I drank our Baxter-sized keg cups of champagne, we played with the New Years party favors on the coffee table (including mini tambourines!). It was then that one of the masters of the house informed us that DDR was set up in the basement. I couldn’t get down there fast enough!

Naturally, DDR caught the attention of the other party-goers, so after a while the queue to play got pretty long. But Meep and I managed to get a good, solid hour or so of competition-free game time in. We went back upstairs close to midnight and were ready for the countdown. We started taking pictures. Everyone was in a REALLY good mood. It was fantastic! A lot of hugs and “I’m so glad we’re friends” went around.

A few different people were DJ-ing upstairs so we got quite a bit of dancing in. One of the DJs was Gene and he was playing a lot of good stuff. I didn’t recognize much of it, but it was very danceable. Of course, I probably could have danced to anything at that point.

DZ spent some time talking to a girl who had been ditched by the friend she came with. Her friend had not only left without her, but also took her coat! She said it was ok though, because some guy had offered her a ride home. As DZ was talking to the stranded girl, B. walked by. DZ asked B. if he’d driven his ‘stang to the party that night to which B. replied. “No, I walked”. The girl’s mouth dropped open and she informed DZ that THAT was the guy who’d offered her a ride home. DZ was, or course, chivalrous enough to offer to take her home.

The House of Fun is like an alternate dimension. Time moves much faster there than it does in the real world. We didn’t get home till after 4. Once again, DZ was kind enough to deal with, what I’m sure was a car full of very annoying drunk people. I love my guy.

Hope you all had just as great a New Years Eve! Pictures forthcoming.


At the party, I’d told that no matter what, he needed to force me to drink 3 glasses of water when I got home. And force me he did. As a result: 3 bottles of champagne split between me and Meep and NO HANGOVER! Brilliant!

The rest of my cohorts were not so lucky. Good thing the only event we had on the docket for the day was to finally see King Kongat 4. Meep, unfortunately, couldn’t make it out of the house. But Gene, Sherwood, DZ and I ventured out.

King Kong is pretty good. It’s true that it runs a bit long. I do wish that even though Peter Jackson is the new Hollywood Epic Golden Boy, that somebody could have said “You KNOW we love you, Petey baby. But maybe the remake of a one hour and 40 minute film doesn’t need to be stretched out over 3 hours and 7 minutes. I’m just sayin.” The first hour contains some slightly melodramatic dialog, particularly to set up the relationship twixt Adrian Brody and Naomi Watts. But I like both of them, so I could overlook it. I did stifle a giggle, though, when Brody kissed Watts, and his enormous (yet inexplicably sexy) nose bent back against her cheek.

Once they got to the island, things picked up. I could have done with maybe ONE less attack. Maybe we don’t have to have killer insects, two different kinds of killer dinosaurs, AND killer natives. Of course the CG was really convincing and Kong himself was, well, adorable. Normal sized apes are cute. How can a giant ape NOT be hugely adorable?

I agree with Elyse that Jack Black was maybe the wrong choice for the role of the stop-at-nothing fame-hungry filmmaker. He wasn’t unbearable, but Elyse suggested Ricky Geravais, and now I wish I could have seen that.

Even though there are some problems with the film, and even though an irritating woman sat behind us who had apparently never seen CG before (she gasped at EVERY SINGLE SPECIAL EFFECT. I swear I'm not exaggerating), I enjoyed the film immensely. It was very Peter Jackson. Very faithful to the source material, very entertaining, and the ending is incredibly moving.

At the end of the movie, the Aghast CG Lady commented that the film was “a combination of the original King Kong and Jurassic Park”. Or maybe it was JUST a remake of the original King Kong? I don’t know.

Early in the day, I developed an insatiable hankering for sushi. I got everyone on board with this, only to find that every sushi restaurant on the Hill was closed. DZ and I settled for dry QFC sushi and spring rolls and Gene and Sherwood got pizza. We returned to the Zookster Pad to watch some Rockford Files and relax.

I had never watched the Rockford Files as a kid. I only knew James Garner from Maverick and had NO idea he was such a pimp! Thanks, Gene! I look forward to more evenings like that.


All that fun and I STILL got another day off! I decided to try and work off all my debauchery by going to yoga. Of course, every New Years Resolutionary in the city was there too so the room was packed. This limited mobility and also made the already 105 degree room feel about 10 degrees hotter. I had convinced Kayobi to finally join me so I felt bad that her first time in there was a lot more miserable than refreshing. She did really well, though.

After yoga, we showered and headed to the I.D. for food at what Kayobi said was the best Chinese restaurant in the city. For some reason, be it heat stroke, extreme hunger, or something else, I was extremely nauseous. And by the time we got to the restaurant, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I threw up mostly water. I immediately felt much better and was even hungrier than before, so I ordered what seemed to be the only dish on the menu without a picture of a hot pepper next to it. See, in my old age, my stomach has decided to no longer accept spicy food without causing me extreme pain for a few hours post meal. Imagine my dismay when my broccoli dish arrived well adorned with red peppers. I was so hungry (and really, out of vegetarian options), that I struggled through half of it anyway. I even took the leftovers home (even though the pushy waitress actually TOOK the plate away from me when she saw me removing peppers for the leftovers).

Kayobi and Matt were then kind enough to drive me down to DZ’s office to drop something off for him. By then, I had developed a headache and my stomach was beginning to enact revenge for the broccoli. I had grand designs for apartment cleaning that night, but those all went out the window, as all I could think about was getting home and crawling into bed. As I walked to my door, I tossed my leftovers in the dumpster.

A few hours later, I awoke feeling pretty much all better. I was glad I could sleep through my stomach’s revenge. I was still pretty tired though. I made an organic pop tart and watched a little TV. I was in bed by 9:30. Thank Christ for a recovery day. I wish every weekend had one.

 One and all will understand you have "Arrived"

I found this list of 425 films that have been placed in the National Film Registry's preserved film vault to be pretty interesting. It's clear that, like the public library, they do not discriminate against controversial films or films that certain people might find offensive. I don't know what their criteria for preservation is exactly, but it seems to me that any film that made an impact in American culture is eligible. I am grateful that inasmuch as the Christian Right seems to be getting their grubby paws into everything, they have yet to censor the libraries.

So, how many of these films have you seen? Any that you are appalled to see on the list? Any that you are particularly excited to see? I have seen a pathetic 82 of the films listed. That tells me I need to start reserving a lot of these at the old public library. I am particularly pleased to see the inclusion of Alien, Blade Runner, Enter the Dragon, This Is Spinal Tap, Young Frankenstein (one of TWO Mel Brooks movies!) and, of course, Night of the Living Dead. The only film I saw on there that annoyed me was Beauty and the Beast. I think that film, with it's really lame, uninspired songs, and stupid characters (come on, a CANDLE STICK and a TEA POT?!) signified the beginning of a weak point for Disney that they have yet to recover from. And since they're not hand-drawing anything anymore, I doubt they'll ever reclaim the magic they once had. Why the hell isn't The Fox and the Hound on there instead of Beauty and the Beast? But otherwise, I think they are doing a great service to film and I am excited to see what they will be adding in the future.