Here are three movies that I will be reviewing in one fell swoop. Yay. I finally used that expression.
The Incredibles. Lord Almighty, so good. Sure, I wasn't keen on the animation at first, but it grew on me when I got to know the characters. Yes, that's right. Characters! Very good ones. The story? Has a lot of heart. All the actors did a wonderful job with their characters. Special mention to Holly Hunter and her shlight lishp, and Sarah Vowell for her voice acting debut. Quite a long way from public radio. I need to buy her books.
Taxi. Good for a few laughs, but mostly meh. Oh Jimmy Fallon, try again.
...But I'm in love! With a girl! No--WAIT! Don't go away! Really! I found someone that can de-gay me.
She has beautiful blonde disheveled hair. She has pasty white creamy skin. She has a very voluptuous body. She has squinty eyes. And very red lips that contort into different shapes when she slurs, "Do you whrr know why? Do you whrrr know? Drrr know? Drrrrknow?"
Now if you'll excuse me, I shall throw away my gay porn, and leave you with this hot hot HOTT picture of Drunk Girl. Man, she sure can pull off a catsuit!
You know those scenes on T.V. or movies where two people coincidentally face each other, and then slowly recognize the person they are looking at thereby resulting in prolonged staring and brow furrowing?
I had that moment two days ago, when I was on the train, going home. I sat down:
Self & Person Seated Across Self: (stare)
Person Seated Across Self: (brow furrow)
Self: (eyebrow raise, brow furrow)
Pao & Person Seated Across Self: (pensive)
Self: (stares, wonders)
Person Seated Across Self: Paolo?
Self: "Grade School Classmate"? [which she will be referred to in this entry]
Grade School Classmate: Hi!!!
Self: Hel-lo.
So there. Seated across me was my grade school classmate. If I plot it correctly, she was seated three seats to my right back in sixth grade. Her name stuck to my mind, because it was an alliteration, but anyway. So she asked me where I was working, I answered and I asked her the same question. Both realizing that we didn't really talk to each other much back then, and weren't really friends, but have to talk to each other NOW in order to be pleasant, we then proceeded to talk about What People Who Know Each Other But Aren't Really Friends Talk About: other people. Really. Oh don't tell me you haven't done it.
It was like speed-catching up on people other than each other:
Self: So do you talk to Person Other Than Each Other 1?
Grade School Classmate: No, oh, but Person Other Than Each Other 2 took the same major as I did!
Self: Where did you go to college?
Grade School Classmate: (states name of college)
Self: Really? So you know Person Other Than Each Other 3?
Grade School Classmate: Yes! How did you know Person Other Than Each Other 3?
Self: We went to the same high school. Was my classmate, senior year.
And that was the whole theme of our conversation. It was like getting on Friendster, our worlds just got smaller.
...and in an effort to creatively post something with minimal effort, I bring you what I wrote on the now dead Anticlimactic...
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FUCK! because...
I have classes until 7:30 pm on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
My IE6 is goes haywire everytime I surf and displays a "Internet Explorer has encountered an error..."
I had to delete my last post...for security purposes.
YAY! because...
My org's client has signed the contract for the construction of their website...finally!
Some cute guy I know is finally getting a bit chummy with me. hee.
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...and I will be snarking on them. Yay! Let's begin.
I think that class was Philosophy 102, which I was able to reschedule at a more convenient time of M-W-F 3:30 to 4:30 PM. Nonetheless, it was still very very hard. The teacher was very very difficult. It's sad that I really really enjoyed it. Masochist. Also, I took that same teacher for Philosophy 104. Said teacher kept me on my toes, because of surprise graded recitation, and/or public humiliation.
Let's see, and I had computer woes. And I was really whiney about it. Just like recently. Some things never change.
"...for security purposes." What the fuck was I on when I wrote this? "...for security purposes." What was I? Twelve?
Oh that's cool. We closed a deal. Go us.
Now this guy who was "getting a bit chummy with me. hee." I am racking my brain as to who this was. Because I liked two guys at that time....ohhh. Oh. This was The Guy. There has been only one "guy" so far. I fell for this guy. Hard. I'm over it. Well. Somewhat. Excuse me while I bury this memory deep into the recesses of my brain, which would result in future therapy bills, and heavy smoking or caffeine intake. Or both.
Jellicle Cats Come Out Tonight...But Not Like That!
I was going to write a review of Cellular, but this is a more pressing matter: We have gay cats.
Really.
Usually, there are three cats that hang out by our front door. We don't really own them, but they're there most of the time, and if they're not there, they're conditioned to canonball their way to the front door when they hear our (noisy) screen door open. Also, we haven't quite given them proper names, individually. We'd call one cat 'Meow' at some point, or 'Pussy Cats' collectively, or 'The Cats' or 'Hoy! Wsss wsss wsss!'. Anyway, so there are three of them. An old female, sort of like a Grizabella. And two juvenile males: a gray one, like Munkustrap, and an orange and white one, like Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat. Yes, those names are from Cats, people. Stay with me.
When Grizabella is in heat, she can be one noisy bitch. Seriously. She'll be calling out, "Come and get it! My vagina!" and "Will have sex with you!" all night. The two dudes would not really mind her, but the neighbor's cat would always be the one to do her. Last Saturday night, there was a noise outside the cats' area, so my sister checked it out. Much to her surprise, she saw Skimbleshanks pinned down onto the concrete, while Munkustrap was biting the nape of his neck while HUMPING him. Humping, Skimbleshanks. My sister went back into our house and outed the cats. I was very amused, but my mother, of course was dismayed, but slightly amused, too. Heh. So I checked out the gay cats, and indeed they were in position. "But!" I contradicted, he's just dry-humping!" My sister, who thought that this was a precious moment, took pictures. This is the same sister (because I only have one) who went to Science High School for Very Smart People, and is now a government scholar. Really. We are such great people. Sadly, the best one that came out was of Munkustrap in mid-hump, but more of 'fro' than 'to'.
Still posting along the lines of maximum (or at least some) pleasure from minimun effort.
