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Bleh.
Paris Hilton equals so very unattractive.
Go Ahead, We Don't Mind
Finished watching Suicide Club tonight. What an odd, weird horror movie that turns into this weird diatribe against Japanese culture, with the lamest non-ending I've ever seen. It starts off so bloody and fun, and just gets so weird.
Oh well. Disappointed.
Nothing going on. Moody. Depressed. Nothing new. Went to that DEPART-ment thing last night. It was fun hanging out with EH, MM, and MF but for all their bluster, it was honestly nothing more than a twenty-something craft show. Met some old friends, and some old not so much friends. It was a fun time.
Give It Up For The Little People
The folks over at Jam Paper are amazing. I ordered some paper and envelopes for Christmas Card making, and within minutes I had received an e-mail saying the order was ready to ship, and it'd be sent out today.
MINUTES!
So cool. Now I have to make the cards.
Child's Play
Child's Play
What those Penny Arcade guys are doing is completely amazing.
Girls Rock
Just got this e-mail...
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Library folks,
The Girls Rock Camp is an organization in my hometown, Portland Oregon. For the last three years they've run a week-long summer camp for girls focusing on musical instruction and self-reliance. They've gotten quite a bit of national press, so you might have heard of the camp. (Incidentaly, they have a concert at the end of camp every year, I've been twice, and it was completely mind-blowing to be in the presence of those girls. They *do* rock.)
The folks at Girls Rock Camp are now starting a year-long after school program. It's called the Girls Rock Institute. The Institute is new this year, serves girls 10-18, and offers programs similar to those at the camp, only all year.
And they have a library. You know how great I think this is! This fledgling library needs materials. Please consider making donations yourself, or ask your music library or musician friends if they can donate.
They want:
- cds - all kinds of music
- magazines (you can sponsor a subscription)
- books, of any kind, but especially:
- sheet music for guitar, bass, vocals, drums and keyboards (in books or loose)
- biographies of musicians, bands, writers, other artists and performers
- music business, publishing, copywriting, touring, managing, media relations
- technical books (i.e. electronic repair, audio recording)
- how-to/craft books (i.e. woodworking, photography, sewing, book making, web/graphic design)
- journalism & creative writing
- women's studies & self-care (i.e. health, first aid, self-defense, yoga, etc.)
- an encyclopedia set (newer than 5 yrs old) and a dictionary
They're also looking for office supplies, furniture, and library materials of all kinds. The initial donation drive is from Dec 1-15, and if you're in Portland you can drop things of at various sites throughout town. Call or email the Girls Rock Camp for details. Their contact info is:
8900 "A" NE Vancouver Way
Portland 97211
503.445.4991
The Girls Rock Camp is a 501(c)(3) nonprofit organization and all donations are tax-deductible. More information about the Girls Rock Institute can be found on the organization's website: http://www.girlsrockcamp.org/institute.php3, or by writing/calling at the address above. My guess is that they would love a major donation from a music library or a music fan's personal collection, and would be happy to accept it after Dec. 15. Call and ask them!
Please forward this email to anyone you think will be interested. And thanks.
Emily-Jane Dawson
Portland, Oregon
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You can't ask for a better reason to donate something.
Make Mine Mindless
Plus One Travel (travel with the child in mind)
This is my current assignment. It's a Web Design ONE class. I've already gone further than I was suppose to using things like TABLES. DEAR LORD NO! TABLES! And Rollover buttons? Not even mentioned in my class. IT'S TOO MUCH.
Eyes are acting up. But I need some food.
Came To Play The Game
Herobear and the Kid is one of the most brilliant comics being sporadically written today. I haven't read something with that much heart in a long time.
So to read this:
"In 2005, "Herobear and the Kid" will be facing off against their most formidable for yet. No, it's not Von Klon and an army of wind-up X-5's, it's something far more worse and sinister. Who can it be?
Hollywood.
Slated for a Christmas release, Universal Pictures will be bringing "Herobear and the Kid" to the silver screen. Adapted from the original comic, the movie is being written by Mike Kunkel and Jeph Loeb as a traditionally animated film directed by its creator.
Only time will tell if "Herobear and the Kid" will conquer their new foe or end up like the other comic properties that have gone up against this beast but ultimately failed. But, much like Tyler learned, when you believe in something with all your heart, even though the odds seem against you, anything is possible, and much like the other "Herobear and the Kid" fans out there, I truly believe that "Herobear" will be a hit with both kids and Hollywood, and will help spark a new interest in traditionally animated cartoons."
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I shine with happiness.
It's All So Clear Now
PVP to me hasn't been as drop dead funny as it once was, but it has its moments...
How The Brent Stole Christmas
It's All Because Some Kid Exists
I hate Christmas. I hate the entire season. Every year I try enjoying myself. Christmas music. Shopping. Decorating. I try. Real hard. I do. But I hate it. I get depressed. I get overwhelmed by the entire thing. And New Years? Just as bad. New Years is usually spent very very lonely, save for a couple friends. It's no good.
And this year is no different. The only thing I take solace in, during the entire season is being able to buy my friends crazy crap. Not that I can list any of it here, since some of them read this thing. But, if it wasn't for that, I'd be balled up in a fetal position on the ground crying.
Especially this year. There's so many changes taking place around Christmas. AH is going on leave. Meaning I probably will never work with her again, because I hope to not work at the library much longer. And that's sad. Because, A and I have that weird friendship where we confide in each other, but we don't exist outside of work. Occasionally we do, but for the most part it's all e-mails and work time. I'm hoping that changes when she's on leave, and she actually takes me up on my willingness to help her.
As I said. I'll have a degree, which means a probable new job. Or at least an attempt. And that frightens me. Completely.
And just the depressions of the season really. Singleness. Health (or lack thereof). Money (and the complete lack thereof). It's all very overwhelming.
For people to ask me what I want for Christmas is silly to me. I can't answer them, because I don't honestly care. It seems miniscule to the other things I need to focus on.
Who Can You Trust?
This goes to show, you can't trust media of any sort nowadays. This from the woman who sent me the Bush thing earlier...
"All, earlier I forwarded an article from CounterPunch about Bush
having breakfast with the troops as dinner but now the article is
gone. Maybe it was wishful thinking on the writer's part or maybe he
had the timezones mixed. now I can't verify."
Hats In The Belfry
Hats In The Belfry
Hats! Hats!
Apparently Taye Diggs hates needles as much as I do. Makes me feel vaguely better about the whole thing.
Come Out To Socialize
Haunted Mansion: **1/2 of out 6
If you were to look up the definition of "average movie" in the dictionary, you could probably find this movie. I can't even be upset that I spent money on an awful movie, because it's completely watchable. But it's also completely forgettable.
Haunted Mansion is one of my favorite rides in Disney World proper. My favorite Disney ride is still Tower of Terror. You just can't beat Tower of Terror. The last time I was down there, we spent a day bouncing back and forth between that and Rock N' Roller Coaster. We were tired and slightly sick after that day, but we memorized the scripts. We'd watch Aerosmith and shout, "Make it a DOUBLE STRETCH!" with them to the laughter of the other people in the audience.
But, Haunted Mansion is my inside-Disney favorite. The setting. The feel. It's all so very much what I enjoy in a fun ride.
And, if you squint REAL hard, you can see bits of it in that movie. It starts out promising enough with Paul Frees, or a reasonable clone bellowing "WELCOME FOOLISH MORTALS" as the credits come up, but then it turns into the typical family problem movie, where the dad works too much, and doesn't realize his mistakes until the third act of the movie.
The hitchhiking ghosts are there, but it's mostly as a "SEE! We're paying tribute" type of thing. Same with the ballroom dancers. Same with Madame Leota, who is all but destroyed shouting out stupid one liners to Eddie Murphy.
They never explain the curse they keep talking about. It's all very annoying. Pirates of the Caribbean had it right. They paid tribute to the movie without trying to fit the movie around the ride. That's what needed to be done here. Too bad it sucked instead.
He May Be Mad, But He's Not Crazy
This from an article by a Wayne Madsen. At least that's what I think his name was.
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Yes folks, we are now all bit players in a real-life version of the movie "Wag the Dog." President Bush and his GOP advisers are ecstatic that the president made a secret trip to Baghdad to be with U.S. troops for a "traditional" Thanksgiving dinner. His polling numbers -- which I contend are as fixed as a Florida election -- will undoubtedly receive a huge boost.
I may be a bit naive, and it has been a while since I served on active duty, but I can't recall ever sitting down to Thanksgiving dinner at 6:00 AM. Air Force One touched down at Baghdad International Airport, under cover of darkness, at 5:20 AM Baghdad time. Bush was on the ground for two and a half hours, his plane departing Baghdad at around 7:50 AM. Considering that it likely took some 30 minutes for Bush to disembark from Air Force One and travel by a heavily secured motorcade to the hangar where the troops were assembled, that means our military men and women were downing turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie, and non-alcoholic beer at a time when most people would be eating eggs, bacon, grits, home fries, and toast.
But there on national television, when most Americans were preparing to sit down to their own traditional Thanksgiving dinners, we saw a tape of President Bush serving mashed potatoes and corn to American troops at a "traditional" Thanksgiving meal in the early hours of the morning. What's more, when a clearly exhausted Bush strode around a
curtain -- after a "What's My Line" mystery guest routine by Iraq proconsul L. Paul Bremer -- 600 American troops were said to be "shocked and awed" by Bush's surprise appearance. I would have thought most of the troops, many of whom are support personnel who work relatively normal working hours, would have been more surprised when they were ordered to get up before sunrise to eat Thanksgiving dinner between 6:00 and 7:30 A.M.
And the abysmal and sycophantic Washington and New York press corps seems to have completely missed the Thanksgiving "breakfast dinner." Chalk that up to the fact that most people in the media never saw a military chow line or experienced reveille in their lives. So it would certainly go over their heads that troops would be ordered out
of bed to eat turkey and stuffing before the crack of dawn.
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