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You Belong in the UK |
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A little proper, a little saucy. You're so witty and charming… No one notices your curry breath |
no real surprise there
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This office is in the process of making absolute sure I don't want to come back here after holiday next week. Go on, co-workers, pretend I'm not brain-hemorrhagingly busy and give me another time consuming job. I fucking dare you.
workmanlike
Lots to write about from this weekend, but no time to write it. Hopefully tomorrow.
I just got a huge mailing sprung on me for which I didn't budget any time before I leave for London (in a little over a week). Meanwhile, Lil' D. keeps asking me if I've taught the interns how to do this or that, leading me to believe that she plans on doing exactly NOTHING to help me out while I'm gone. I guess when, she said that in this office “everyone needs to fill in when necessary to meet a common goal” she actually meant “EveryJessica” needs to fill in.
karaoke
Does anybody know where I can find a recent list of karaoke venues in Seattle and the days that they have them? The Stranger has one but it's from 2001. If there's no list, can people just mention their favorite karaoke venue? Thanks!
I'm not as dude-like as I'd expected.
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Your Brain is 46.67% Female, 53.33% Male |
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You are both sensitive and savvy Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve |
suck on my milkshake, beyotches
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turnaround gurkha
After much anticipation and trepidation, I watched the “Hitchhiker's” trailer last night…
Here are my very mixed impressions. For anyone who cares. Which is probably just me.
Good: Straight off the bat, it was thrilling to see Arthur in his bathrobe.
Bad: It hurt to hear Ford's American accent although he says “What if I told you I was from another planet?” instead of “What if I told you I wasn't from Guilford”. So maybe this Arthur thinks his friend Ford is from Detroit. Regardless, it's changing a major characteristic of Ford and I don't like it.
Good: I still think Mos Def is a good actor and he JUST MIGHT be able to pull it off.
Good: The Vogons!
Bad: There's some slapstick jokes in there. They might be great in context but I worry that they might have stuck too many of these in just to appeal to the sub-intellectual American audience.
Good Trillian's cute little pajama-space outfit. I think she will be a charming Trillian and much more interesting than the one in the book and (especially the BBC series).
Bad: The obvious push for the Arthur/Trillian “love story” which is evident even in the split second that Trillian is being attacked by something or other and shouts “Arthur!”. Trillian was never in love with Arthur! She had the classic “Bad Boy” syndrome and that's why she chose Zaphod.
Good: The few lines I heard from Sam Rockwell were delivered very well. I still think he was a great choice for Zaphod.
Bad: I STILL hate the situation with Zaphod's head. When his first head “flips back” to reveal his second, he looks like this He-Man action figure I used to have. VERY cheesy. And it's not at all the way it was described very clearly by Douglas Adams. I just don't understand why they couldn't have done what they did in Men In Black 2. I can understand being on a budget but it would have been SOO worth it. That is something that I, as a director (or producer or anyone in an position of power) would NOT have been flexible on. And after waiting for 10 years to make this film, you'd think they'd want to get it right.
Good: Arthur! Arthur! Arthur! Martin Freeman is the PERFECT choice. And he even gives a little “Tim” look to the camera when Zaphod says that he and Ford shared 3 of the same mothers. Hopefully Martin Freeman's acting will overshadow all of the other little problems that I forsee.
I'm still pretty excited about the film. I realise I'm being hard on it. But that's what fanboys and girls do.
But seriously, guys…is having TWO PROPER HEADS too much to ask?! Apparently, yes.
Amatuer Match
Last night I watched the DVD compilation of the work of Michel Gondry. It is very entertaining and I enjoyed it as much as I enjoy his films (Human Nature being one of my favorite movies), but I found this DVD to be EXTREMELY intimidating as well. Part of me was thinking “if only my dreams were as eccentric as his, I could come up with cool ideas for films and videos too!” But it's not just his IDEAS. The man gets an idea and then he knows EXACTLY how to pull it off. It's one thing to think “I want Beck to follow his shoes. I want dozens of Kylies to walk around the block together. I want the White Stripes to be made of LEGGOS!”. It's another thing to DO it and make it look awesome and not at all special-effects laden. I was in AWE watching the Kylie video. I honestly could not figure out how he did it. I fell back on the notion that it must be a blue screen. BUT IT WASN'T! HOLY SHIT! He's just some sort of savant!! It's a good thing my film aspirations are low concept (lots and lots of bloody gore) because otherwise, just knowing Michel Gondry exists would be enough to make me want to crawl into a hole and never attempt to make a movie again.
On a different note: The “Hitchhiker's” trailer is finally on line and I can't bloody watch it till I get home!!! Poo sticks!
Don't let ED depress you…
It has been a trying week indeed. On Monday morning, we learned that our composer quit the movie (because he was swamped with PAYING gigs). I guess I can understand needing to take the paying gigs and dropping the non-paying ones but it still screws us and that does not make me happy. Dom has been frantically trying to find a new composer. It hasn't been easy. The trouble with most of them is that, in order for them to do it for free, we can't have a nice, traditionally horror orchestral soundtrack. The alternative? Midi. Which sounds…like midi. We did NOT want that. Our old composer happened to know a lot of musicians who could play for free. No one else does. Maybe we can just have Dom rif on his tin whistle live while he watches the movie. It worked for Jim Jarmusch.
But that was just the beginning. My week has been shitty for loads of day-job related reasons that are too boring to explain. I'll just say that it has been hell here and I can't tell if I'm getting sick or I just feel like ass because I hate it here so much.
There have been some highlights though. Monday night I watched this low budget horror flick called “Detour” with Dom, Faye and Sherrard. The “plot”: some liberal arts college students are driving back from a rave through the desert and they take a titular detour to find a rumored peyote field. But instead of peyote, they find some disgruntled Tuscan Raiders who have taken to cannibalism. The result? Lots of girls in daisy dukes die bloody deaths. FANtastic.
After the movie we watched the toy division of the dog show and laughed heartily as the little fluffy dogs whose hair obscured their legs. Watching a dog who appears to have no legs run is the height of comedy.
And those are the high points. Everything else has been shit city.
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WEEKEND UPDATE
Friday
We had our Snow Day wrap party which was loads of fun! We were pleasantly surprised to discover that The Grotto in the basement of The Rendezvous is an adorable cross between an underground bar in Amsterdam and The Mos Eisley Cantina. Our bartender was an super cool gay man called Babe who bore an uncanny resemblance to Tom Savini. Before we arrived, we'd consumed a bottle of champagne in an attempt to keep booze costs down. I never seen to remember that such a thing doesn't work because I forget that I'm hammered and buy too much alcohol anyway. Regardless, a good time was had by all (or at least by me). We danced to Joy Division and it seemed like a matter of minuted before the Shame Lights came up and we were thrown out onto the street. At the time, I thought I had a lot of party left in me, but I completely crashed as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Saturday
Owowowowowowowowowowowowow.
But really, didn't I deserve that? 5 pints of water, some french fries and 1 nap later, I became functional and was able to accompany Faye to sign the lease on her new apartment (the interior of which looks exactly like my apartment but with only one bedroom). While she filled out the paperwork, I hung out with her landlord's carpet loving, windowsill eating toddler. Children are very weird and I will never understand them.
After that, we had about two hours to kill before our Snow Day wrap dinner for minors. (Several of the people that worked on the project were under 21 and couldn't attend the party). Faye and I lingered over some chai magic for an hour but still had another hour to go. We ended up at the ridiculously huge and versatile QFC on Broadway where we purchased each other stuffed animals. I got Faye a fluffy puppy with a purple bow whom she dubbed “Pupzooki” and she got me a fanciful purple unicorn called “Unicron”. We then attempted to stroll VERY SLOWLY to Charlie's as we still had 20 minutes before the dinner. Luckily, one of our minors arrived early so we hung out with him as everyone else trickled in. But guess what? He was the ONLY underager that showed up. Seriously, people. If you RSVP “yes” to an evite, it's as good as a legally binding contract. You are now, under the penalty of law, legally assholes.
Still, the 7 of us old fogeys had fun with our little fella. We later took him back to the Zookster Palace to watch Zardoz.
Ah…Zardoz. What can be said about this film that can't be better summed up by looking at this picture? Or this one?
After that we watched SNL with Jason Bateman which was one of the best SNL's I have ever seen. Their current cast is really incredible.
Also…ale and pie.
Sunday
We spent the morning doing ADR (“additional dialog recording”) for Snow Day. It went pretty well. Also, Faye and I now have director vocal cameos in the movie!
Later, yoga.
Later still, Arrested Development.
Hooray for weekends!
Effed by the Wind 
