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Misc. Etc.'s Top Ten Films of 2001
12:23 p.m.
In no particular order:

Moulin Rouge!
Mulholland Drive
The Fellowship of the Ring
Ghost World
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
Amores Perros
Monsters, Inc.
Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back

And some of the worst:

Life as a House
Our Lady of the Assasins

[Still have yet to screen due to podunk town:
In the Bedroom, Gosford Park, The Man Who Wasn't There, Waking Life, Monster's Ball, Ocean's 11, Sidewalks of New York, The Royal Tennebaums, Panic, Ali)


I am: consumer
02:22 p.m.
This time of year, everybody is making lists.
Here's a list for you.

Things I bought today:

Little Birds by Anais Nin

On the Road by Jack Kerouac

High Fidelity by Nick Hornby

Fitness magazine

Large, clear glass bowl

Four kinds of potpourri (for large, clear glass bowl)


Starbucks' large mocha

Chick-fil-A Chargrilled chicken salad


A continual climbing is the one form of arrival we ever come to.
05:47 p.m.
First it was Elvis hamming it up in a drugged-out daze in the City of Sin. Much later it was Britney Spears shamelessly lip-syncing and doing her best porn-star impresssion on HBO, Vegas-style.
And now there is Justin Smith, tearing up Las Vegas with the Lee Gibson Band.

Justin tells me that The Lee Gibson Band was signed as a New Deal Artist at They recently gigged at the Hard Rock Hotel in Las Vegas, which is ultra-cool.

As is Justin.

For your consideration:

The Presurfer

Soul Illustrations

2001: A Coffee Odyssey

Mighty Girl
[especially Lines of Poetry]


the internet: you learn things, but mostly it makes you laugh
12:41 p.m.
I am so very gonna try the Cinnamon Challenge on this jerk Ryan at work. I am not ususally one for trickery and practical jokes, but this one is too tempting.

01:18 a.m.
"It's tough to be the beastly, rapidly aging younger sister of a child bride."

That's funny. That's comedy.
And for that, the rabbit blog gets a permanent position in my daily reading list [at right]. Which, for today, has been renamed The Good Fuck Club in the rabbit's honor.

Thank you. Drive thru.


short but sugary sweet
03:37 a.m.
For the past two days, if I haven't been working on Shutter to Think, I've been alternating Starbucks French Roast and Whole Bean Mocha Java and taking in Twin Peaks. I've been holed up in my home for 48 hours--I've only come out for food.

In other news...
The New McCarthyism.

Golden Globe nominees announced. (I would like to take this time to wag my tongue at all the naysayers who thought Mulholland Drive would never see a nomination from this group. How would you like your crow? Steamed or fried?)


You wanna look.
02:34 p.m.
Shutter to Think, a permanent place for my digital photographs, is now open.

Headbutt authority; Go on in!


Oh, come on, now.
01:27 p.m.
George W. Bush makes grand, sweeping baseless claims likening drug users to enablers of the terrorists.

So very much about this article is simply ridiculous. I bought gas today and so did you--congratulations to us for putting money into the hands of the Al-Quiada, along with all those pot-smoking hippies who grow marijuana at home. He claims that drug "abuse" threatens "everything that is best about our country," when in reality what is best for this country is the legalization of illicit drugs. But that would certianly threaten everything--when thousands and thousands of policeman, wardons, lawmakers and dealmakers looked for new work. That wouldn't be very benefical to the economy, now would it?

And besides, let's discuss it--we all know that ole W. is a former fiend for the fluff. He claims that using drugs (any and all drugs--we make no distinction between smoking weed and huffing glue--all the same. [rant]And so when little Suzie smoked her first joint and her head didn't melt and her eyes didn't explode, she wondered if They were lying about smack too. And then she became a junkie. [/rant]) "turns productive citizens into addicts." Sounds to me like doing drugs turns productive citizens into the President.

This is my Colorgenics personal profile.


11:29 p.m.
The brand new pictures, featured at both the right and the left of your screen, are nibbletts. Little tastes. Small samples of my first installment of Shutter to Think. Which is a horrible name for the place where all of the pictures I take with my new digital camera (Damn, I'm with it.) will be displayed.

The one of the wine glass is from the House Home series, which is a series that consists of about 6 pictures--two of them good. The other is from the Leftovers series, which is an ongoing, ever-expanding series of random shots. I'm hoping those photos will in time form a theme of their own.
Wouldn't that be neat.

Congratulations, Mr. Lynch!
10:59 p.m.
How about a big raucous round of applause for the man with the funny hair?! The NY Film Critics Circle announced the winners for this two-thousand and first year. Mulholland Drive snagging Best Picture, *almost* makes up for Naomi Watts' Best Actress loss.
Guess I am hard to please.

Why the fuck would Winona Ryder need to steal a bunch of clothes? Winona Ryder is arrested for shoplifting nearly $5,000 worth of clothes from an upscale department store--hold up, what's that you say? This is just crazy talk.

She rocked in Heathers. I nearly idolozed her in Reality Bites. Then Angelina Jolie stole all her thunder in Girl, Interrupted, which is truly, truly sad. I bet she needed one of those Percocets while they were finger-printing her dainty ass. I'll just best she never imagined she'd go down.

This story shocked me.
I'm shocked but not amazed.





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