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quotes for now:

"I wrote a hit play and directed it. I'm not sweating it."
-Max Fischer, Rushmore

"I made Louis take me on Crusade. I dressed my maids as Amazons and rode bare-breasted halfway to Damascus. Louis had a seizure and I damn near died of windburn...but the troops were dazzled."
-Her Majesty, Queen Eleanor, The Lion in Winter

"There are parts of me he'll never know
My wild horses and my river beds
And in my throat voices he'll never hear
He pulls at me like a cherry tree
And I can still move, but I don't speak about it
Pretend I'm crazy, pretend I'm dead
He's to scared to hit me now, he'll bring flowers instead"
-Heather Nova, "Island"

"What's so *hard* about it? I've seen actors in plays before, it's stupid! Everybody says Shakespeare's so great. Well how come nobody's ever heard of him. Hell I'll write 'cha a play! All you need is a silly old king's hat, and some fancy sissy clothes out of your sister's drawers, and ya get up on the stage, and ya go nuts."
-Mr. Phelps, "Mr. Show"

"My fellow Americans. I've signed legislation that will outlaw Russia forever. We begin bombing in five minutes."
- President Reagan, before a scheduled radio broadcast, unaware that the microphone was already on

"Humans like to be sniffed. Everywhere. It is your duty as the family dog to accommodate them."
-The Art of Sniffing, from 13 Rules to being a Successful Dog, neurotwitch

from metafilter:
"It's not really much of a Star Trek unless Kirk gets to have sex with a green chick wearing a swimsuit made from pool filter scum, now, is it?
Not in dong_resin's America, no sir.
-dong_resin, 3/3/2002

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Who's the next Scorsese?
Friday, March 8, 2002
03:34 p.m.
The fine folks at have a moviemaker that it fun and easy enough for a child to use. And me.

Kevin Smith made a movie too. See for yourself what a stinker it is.

Le Pacte des loups is on the agenda tonight and I'm looking forward to reporting back my experience.

It is a little untimely but may I suggest Doug Benson's review of Vanilla Sky. Also, these capsule reviews are pretty funny too.

I'm off to enjoy the fine, fine weather before it gets fickle again and decides to snow.

Everyone's a critic | 1 comment

Sunday, March 3, 2002
02:31 p.m.
A collection of September 11th inspired glyphs (question marks, actually). I found these pieces incredibly moving. My favorites are Amondo Szegi's and Todd Masui's.
[via the nubbin.]

Got anything to say? | no comments

My God.
Friday, March 1, 2002
11:51 p.m.
The Bush administration implimented a "shadow government" to ensure federal rule in the event of a catastrophic attack on the country. One hundred senior civilian managers are to live and work underground while the rest of us wait in fear of a nuclear fallout.

Good to know.

Discuss | 2 comments

Friday, March 1, 2002
12:30 a.m.
My midterm is Wednesday and I'm freaking out. I still have some catching up to do before I can even think about properly studying for this monster, and I'm starting to get small fits of anxiety. (I never used to stress over tests--as a matter of fact, my excellence in test taking has always given me a greater advantage than I may have rightfully deserved--but in my old age I've grown into it.) But now I'm blocking off five hours a day to fully prepare myself for what may be in store.

My sister and I got together this evening for a short-lived exchange about how exhausted we both were. There was laughing, and catching up and photo album browsing, but mostly we bitched about how tired we both are. I was almost glad to learn that I had two hours to spare in Nashville while I waited for her to get home from work.

I jumped at the thought of an extra two-hour study session and headed over to Fido for a double latte and some Philosophy 101. My god, I can still smell the cliche of this afternoon on my vintage jacket.

Well, I found my temporary neighbors far more intriguing than my textbook, and created elaborate scenarios in my head about what they might be talking about. Confessing to. Lying about. Thinking.

A gallery of this afternoon's shots.

Do you have a favorite? | 5 comments

Consider this:

The Day of Rest
Monday, February 25, 2002
01:49 a.m.
I'd venture to say that my Sundays' are fairly atypical. I have worked every Sunday, save for the occasional request off to, usually, spend my Sunday doing Something Else, for nearly five years. As a server, Sundays are prime time in my establishment and I, like you, am driven by the almighty dollar.

I ask you, do people spend Sundays in the park (with George?)? Do they wake up late and have their blonde children bring them piping hot coffee in bed, like in the commercials? Do they see matinee movies, and experince the singular phenomena that is DayBlindness (the excruciating, singe-your-retina light adjustment that can only occur after an afternoon at the cinema)? I seem to remember something like this from my youth, but it's hazy.

Rather, these are things that happened to me, on my Sunday:

I woke my friend Travis-Ann (as in "Go into the light, Carol Anne!" from Poltergeist. Because he screams like a wee girl.) from my couch just after 10 this morning per his instructions from the night previous. I'm sporting PJs and Travis-Anne begins eyeing me uncomfortably and raising his eyebrows in a come hither fashion. He was joking, of course, but wouldn't you know it?
Gay or straight, they really are all the same.

I noticed the floors of my circa-1950 home has hilly floors. Gently rolling hardwood floors that make living at my house kind of like living in Suess-land or something quite like it. To me, anyway.

I poured Marty Stewart a double-shot of Jack Daniels straight-up, with a Diet Coke back. I poured him four ounces of liquor, a true double, and he commented on my generous pour. He knocked back the whiskey and slurped down the soda and darted out after dropping two ones on the counter for me. I'd like to have thanked him for his own generosity. Upon his leaving everyone quietly and awkwardly agreed that it was him. Except for that one guy who insisted he was the lead singer from Air Supply.

I dropped an entire 6-pack of Bud Lite beer bottles. On my foot.

I read from the Manifesto of the Communist Party and imagined an earth with no owners.

I coveted my neighbor's boyfriend.

I removed a huge splinter from my middle finger with a steralized blinking Foster's pin.

What'd you do? | 3 comments

My First Friday Five
Friday, February 22, 2002
10:59 a.m.
Hey everybody, it's time for the Friday Five.

1. Hey, baby, what's your sign?
I'm a Scorpio. When I tell people that I always get a big reaction. Many tend to back up a few steps.
Do you think it fits you pretty well?
The linked page reads, "They have a better chance of becoming geniuses than the natives of any other sign." Yeah, I'd say that is about right.

2. What's the worst birthday gift you've ever received?
I'm going to have to go with that time a few years ago when I got dumped. Or was it the other way around? Well, the break-up was a direct cause of no gift, not even a card.

3. What's the best birthday gift you've ever received?
A friend flew us to NYC to see Bjork in concert at Radio City Music Hall.

4. What's the best way you've celebrated your birthday thus far?
On my 12th birthday my mom allowed me a slumber party. I could rarely have friends over because we lived in a small apartment and to be honest, my mom was sort of strict so I'd stay at my friends' houses instead. But this night I had my three best friends over and we did it up right. Paula Abdul and pink hair-paint.

5. What are your plans for this weekend?
Help out with NIFF soiree in ritzy Belle Meade tonight followed by two days at that pit, Outback. In another word, work.

Whatchoo talkin' about, Willis? | 1 comment

Wednesday, February 20, 2002
08:07 p.m.
Today was a magical kind of day. The temperature was just right and there was quite a lot of wind. Leaves danced in pairs, pieces of long forgotten paper took flight and inanimate objects came alive. A shopping cart in front of the grocery began moving, seemingly of its own volition, stopping short of any shiny cars or stray children.

There was a spirited energy in the air today, and so I got a little snap happy.

and one from the other day:

Say anything... | no comments

While you were away...
Wednesday, February 20, 2002
06:02 p.m.
Just now, while out taking photos, a young boy (under 10) tried to impress me by speeding past, far too closely, on his bicycle and squealing to a premature stop, thereby sending dust flying into my face.

His father then proceeded to reprimand him and forced his son to apologize to me.

I thought the boy's cheeks might suddenly erupt into flames he was so embarrased. The poor kid, I couldn't help but wink at him after he squeezed out an I'm sorry. His father probably could have spanked him on the spot and he would have been no less mortified.

Express yourself | no comments

Is it ironic or a coincidence?
Wednesday, February 20, 2002
02:54 p.m.
Every day, as I leave my philosophy class and trudge back to my purple rollerskate of a car, I pass a sign on the front lawn of the Middle Tennessee Baptist Church that reads:
Jesus is the way.
Not a way.

What do you think? | no comments

Friday, February 15, 2002
01:10 p.m.
I did a little spring cleaning around here as to avoid cleaning the huge war-zone that is my house. I never do what I plan to do, which is clean one room each day. Rotate them out so that the place never gets super dirty.
Like it is right now.

Instead, I let the laundry get huge and heaping and the dishes get tall and towering and the floors get dirty and dusty, and then I have to tackle this catastrophy David and Goliath style.

The battle was to take place this afternoon before my extraordinarily long shift tonight. Instead, I sat on my lazy butt and as a result misc. etc. got a little fatter.

Shutter to Think finally got revamped, I replaced some (sadly) defuct links on the newly-titled somewhat daily reading list with a couple of film review sites and a new find.

I'm hoping this will be enough ass-kissing for blatently thieving her Quotes for Today section.


Speaking of ass-kissing, Apt. 121 is back online and with a new design.
Matt never works so he can keep his site that pretty. It's a sacrifice, folks, I'm sure.


Are there universes other than our own? An interesting article. Others weigh in here.

Far too late for Valentine's Day:
Slashdot reader proposes before legion of geeks. Girl actually says, "yes."

And, my favorite kind of love story.

Consider these:

Common Street Trash
A Fire Inside

I'd also like to thank an old, dear friend for allowing me back into his life. He's the one to blame for lifing last week's funk.

Call me names. | 1 comment



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