Now, when you're on the road, people are going to try to adopt you…

My eternal gratitude to Dom for alerting me to the fact that the one and only Crispin Hellion Glover will be in town from November 3rd through 5th presenting his much-anticipated directorial debut What Is It?, which features a mostly down-syndrome afflicted cast and which Glover also wrote. Whether or not it's any “good”, it will most CERTAINLY be a film that no one will ever forget. I mean, just look at the stills on his website! And the poster!

It's going to be insane! I've already got tickets for the Friday show. And if you are interested in going, you should DEFINITELY get tickets ahead of time because this WILL sell out. Crispy himself will be presenting the film and talking for an hour after each presentation. I have no doubt that some of the more hardcore fans (and yes, there are fans who are more hardcore than me) will be attending all 3 nights. So, in many ways, I imagine the audience will be just as compelling as the film itself.

You would be a fool to miss this.

Lamenting the Hedgehog

Oh, would that the premiere of BSG weren't tonight! A chance to wear pajamas in public AND hang out with Ron Jeremy is certainly a tempting alternative:

Porn-Star Pajama Party
Move over foam party, it's pajama-jammie time! That's right, a real, live pajama party hosted by none other than Ron “I get more ass than a toilet seat!” Jeremy. Not only do you get to meet the world-famous Hedgehog, but there's some sort of “best evening wear” contest and a chance to win 500 bucks. Something tells me it's better to show up in some barely there lingerie versus that Sylvester the Cat souvenir “Theattle” nightshirt your mom bought at the Pike Place Market. (Trinity, 111 Yesler Way, 447-4140. 9 pm, $10.)

Bettie Madness

In case you missed it, King 5 posted their story on the mural. Unfortunately, they don't include the teasers which hilariously attempted to futher scandalize the story. I really hope Fox decides to cover it because their story would be priceless. “Erotic Mural off I-5. Is it art or pornography? And is it safe?”

Bettie Page Revisited

Live Journal broke it first, of course, but for some reason local news has decided to choose today to report on the Bettie Page mural on the side of the house that can be seen from I-5. There was an interview on Komo and there will be a vignette on King 5 tonight at 10. The owner was interviewed for the piece. Yours truly was also interviewed in the segment as “the girlfriend”. Rock!

UPDATE: I totally got cut from the segment. The interviewer kept trying to get me to say I was jealous or pissed off about the mural but I wasn't having it. I guess a mellow girlfriend isn't newsworthy.

Florentine Lament

After years of being unaffected by diseased food scares, on account of my vegetarian status, I have finally felt the sting of a reactionary food recall. Slightly hung over from the night before, I visited two different Starbucks this morning in search of my precious Florentine breakfast sandwich before being informed that they have been removed from the Starbucks menu indefinitely due to the E-Coli scare. What the shit is that?! Wasn’t the scare in BAGGED spinach? How long must I suffer before they decide it’s safe? And why are there FIVE different meat sandwiches but only one vegetarian? Oh, the agony!

We can't forget because you won't let us.

This morning, the property managers of our building sent out this email:

Please take a minute today to remember the fallen heros of the tragedy of September 11, 2001 and the families and friends who mourn their loss. In your reflection, renew your commitment to your faith and to the principles on which our great country is founded. When we hear or see the phrase “WE WILL NEVER FORGET”, let it remind us of our responsibility to our nation and our personal responsibility to build a better world for future generations of Americans.

Many of you are probably being bombarded with similar sentiments today. So far no one has mentioned our Nation’s responsibility to build a better world for current generations.

letter to my younger self

Dear 16-Year-Old Baxter,

Right now you are young and idealistic. You think that all corporations are bad and therefore you do not support Starbucks. This ideology comes from a place of good but one day you will learn that things are not so black and white. One morning, when you are nigh on your 28th birthday, you will wake up extremely hung over. You do not yet know what a hangover is like because you do not drink. But it will make you desperate to do anything you can to alleviate it. You will already be familiar with the delicious products that Starbucks has to offer because you will have learned that sometimes corporations become such because they offer a quality service that is superior to their competitors. Regardless, you will, for the first time, visit the small, privately owned coffee shop that is around the corner from your apartment because you are always willing to give places like this a try. You glance at their pastry case and find that their selection of brownies and bagels will not help you recover this morning. You must have eggs! You ask, with a twinge of hope in your voice, if they sell anything with eggs in it. The man behind the counter tells you, with a hint of snark, that he sold all of those things for breakfast. It is only 11:30, which is still technically morning and also on a holiday so your request for a breakfast item is not unreasonable. You tell the man that you will need to move on then and head up the block to the Starbucks. When you arrive there, they greet you with smiles and friendly banter. You order a breakfast sandwich and a chai and they have these things in stock. They sympathize with your hangover as they pass you exactly what you wanted. You return home, satisfied and on the road to recovery. On this day, you will be extremely thankful that a place like Starbucks exists. This does not make you a capitalist pig. It just makes you an American. And while the world on the whole has not really gotten better by the time you are 28 (it, in fact, gets worse in a lot of ways), you will understand that this is not necessarily a bad thing.

Oh, and one more thing. You aren't fat.

Love,

Me

this ones gonna blow

Brugos' new Bettie Page mural on the side of his house has caused a stir on the Seattle LJ community! It's pretty neat to get to hang out in a house that will probably become a Seattle landmark.

don`t be an asshole Amie

I just saw the new Stranger. Apparently, the person who paid for a rave movie review in their Strangercrombie auction is none other than the director of “Muffin Man”. Now, all I know of this film is that a friend of mine was the lead actor in it. I have never seen it and cannot vouch for it. But I can say that if I paid for a “rave” review in the Stranger I would be pretty fucking pissed when I read a review like that one. It's full of back handed “compliments” and mentions over and over and over again that the reviewer was PAID to write a “rave” review.

The other day, I realized the PRECISE mentality of the staff on that paper. They are the high school newspaper staff. Too nerdy to be accepted by the popular kids, they use their position on the “journalism” staff to make fun of people they don't like. They write simply to amuse themselves and never learn anything about real journalistic integrity.

quiddities, such as 'Cash'

For anyone who saw the news this morning about the fire on Capitol Hill, even though they gave OUR address, it was not, in fact, mine and Dom's place that was on fire. It was our neighbors. I'm still a little fuzzy about which building it was because I was discombobulated when I left the house. I was about to miss my bus (as usual) and when I emerged from the door, I was completely blocked in by police tape. I thought about just running through but had images from movies and TV of being tackled by cops and I was not in the mood for that this morning. So instead I paced in front of my building for about 30 seconds before getting the attention of a police woman and asking if I could go through to get to my bus. She said yes, and through I went. Turns out, my bus didn't come anyway because it was re-routed due to the fire trucks blocking the way. So I was still late to work. But at least I didn't die in a horrible fire.

Last night I saw Sideways. It was a special treat from Dom’s dad who also took us to dinner (at the very yummy Roti on lower Queen Anne). This is the first “Best Picture” nom film I have seen. I thought that that it was aight. I enjoyed it for the most part. The acting was good. The dialogue was good. The pictures were pretty. But it was a little long-winded for my taste. And even though it was an indie film, I felt they over-explained certain things in an attempt to pander to a wider, dumber audience. I probably would never feel compelled to purchase it on DVD or even watch it all the way through again. Regardless, I am sure that it is the best film that is up for that particular bullshit award. Therefore, I am certain it won’t win. God bless the Academy.

UPDATE

Here's a story on the fire. Again they give our address and I must point out the fact that I am not dead…I think.