I've Seen Things You People Wouldn't Believe

My Father Turns 58 Tomorrow.


My Dad and I have been best friends since before I was born. I know this because he always references and reminds me of things that happened or shows he watched long before I was conceived, so we've been hanging out for a LONG time, since Howdy Doody was on television AT LEAST. See, he knew I was coming so he saved up all these random and sometimes interesting facts about generally everything but with a particular focus on entertainment, the arts and media. He went ahead and built up this wealth of information so that every time we hang out he can turn and smack me on the arm to get my attention so that he might feed me some more fun facts.
I'm pretty sure he started picking me up albums and taping stuff off tv for me before I could talk. There are pictures of me as a toddler eating a block of cheese (my mother's influence) and rocking out to his stereo with headphones on and snot all over my sleeves.
I was really supportive of my Dad's creative endeavors, he created some bed time stories for me surrounding a cat named Mushi and a dog named Bartholomew, we also co-wrote what could have been a breakaway pop hit involving peeing and brushing your teeth.
I have a lot to credit my Father with: I know most Bob Dylan and Neil Young songs, I've seen Blade Runner 3251561231 times, I also have seen most Arnold Schwarzenegger films before he started making bad comedies and family films, I have seen Tori Amos 2x in concert, I have seen most Monty Python and Peter Sellers films, I have read "The Odyssey" and know how to cook a badass steak on the bbq. The list goes on forever.
So I've written this post as an homage or a tribute to my paw, Rob (which incidentally was one of my first words) so that any passerby on the internerd can know how radtacularlyfabuawesome my father is and turn green with envy and curse God for their own drab boring uneventful non-creative parents.
I post this youtube video in dedication to the rapturous life changing event that is my Dad's birthday.


BFF'S

I'm Not In Love No No

Today Sarah and I went to see "I Love You Man" with Jason Segel and Paul Rudd. I thought this movie would make me expire from ecstasy because it features two of my favorite boyfriends being boyfriends to one another. But no, I was maybe mildly entertained by what I thought was going to be a three ring circus extraordinaire of hilarity. This film has all the outward appearances of a Judd Apatow movie in its cast and subject matter but DO NOT BE FOOLED. (Sigh, to think of what HE could have done with this film) There were some other Apatowesque movies made in the last year by different directors, such as "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" and "Role Models";those films actually made me LOL in the theaters as I sat alone (that's another story). I'm going to go ahead and blame the writers of "I Love You Man" because "Role Models" was written by Paul Rudd and "Sarah Marshall" was written by Jason Segel so it is clear that these two actors perform best in their own jokes and not this stiffly written crap.
Aright, I feel although I'm being a little hard on Director/Writer John Hamburg. Sarah and I did let out some giggles throughout the movie but neither my cheeks nor my abs hurt and I feel unsatisfied if a comedy hurts none of my extremities.This film hurt my heart instead. I mean it featured Andy Samberg and he was NOT funny, he could have been played by anyone. Writing a script that makes Andy Samberg not funny is sacrilege in my books...Geez.
It was almost worth it to see Jason Segel in ugg boots and for Paul Rudd "slappin the bass" but there was just too much of Rudd's character trying in vain to come up with catch phrases,Common! you can only milk a joke so many times!
The only reason I would watch this movie again is for the gag reel in the special features because I can imagine that shit would be hilarious. I will definitely NOT be purchasing this film, not even for cheap previously viewed prices at Rogers Video.

I still have love for Paul and Jason though, you're my boos.

So Say We All

Dear BSG,
The end is drawing neigh and I'm really counting on you. Our relationship was rocky at first, I was embarrassed and didn't want to acknowledge our tryst to the public. I was ashamed to have gone against my beliefs and indulged in a sci-fi futuristic television show set in space. I felt like conventions and dorky costumes were one small step away. But your two hour first episode enthralled me, amorous feelings arose in me. I watched three seasons in two weeks. Those who mocked me were eventually welcomed into your fold of spacey, battling, roboty goodness. A small part of me died when Kali was blown out the airlock and I've looked past what a bitch the president can be. I've grown to love Adama's dentures and Lee's new terrible hair-do. And so I am begging you, let this two hour episode be unforgettable. Put it up there in the ranks with the finales of "Six Feet Under" and "Buffy", don't let it slide into the murk of unsatisfying and unfulfilling endings of "The Sopranos" or "Angel". Please leave me full of BSG plot, with no questions or qualms.
Please BSG do not forsake me now.
Love
me

The Spectral Figure of Miss Havisham

I haven't complete my thoughts on "Watchmen" I'm not sure if I ever will. I hastily read most of the book and have left the last two chapters untouched for almost a week now. I have so much to say but I feel as though the moment has passed.
And I've been working on my "Virgin Suicides" paper for my directed study. I know that just about every girl born in or around the 80's loves the film but I believe that so much is missed when people watch it. Reading the book brings so much more to light especially considering how faithful Coppola was to Eugenide's work. There is so much about the psychology of Suburbia, memory, desire, youth, voyeurism, myth, legend, race, religion. I want to write several papers about the film/book but alas I can write only one. Aside from all the layers is Sofia Coppola's brilliant, beautiful, dreamy film making, she definitely is one of my big heroes. I mean who wouldn't adore a woman who has: been in a Sonic Youth video, directed 3 kick ass feature length films, has her own clothing line in Japan, and best of all has her own reasonably priced Sofia Rose wine which can be purchased bottled or canned.





What can I say? Sofia is the reason I get up in the morning.

"We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. We knew that the girls were our twins, that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn't fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them." -Jeffrey Eugenides

All Along the Watchtower

We went to see "Watchmen" today, I can't really say much because I need to read the comic right now. What I can say is, I really appreciate the use of Jackie Earle Haley. This guy can do ugly, creepy and mean looking so well.









He makes my skin crawl, he was so upsetting in the movie "Little Children", which also stared another "Watchmen" actor, Patrick Wilson.
I don't really feel like I can effectively assess this movie without reading the comic. I intended to get it done over winter break but I instead chose to be a keener and read ahead for the next semester. Damn me.

I'm very good with plants

I can't stop listening to Fever Ray in the car on my way to school. It's kind of like Sinead O'Connor and Bjork having a little baby with flour all over her face.
I kind of love this video, while at the same time wanting to make fun of it a little bit, you could say I'm ambivalent towards it. It kind of reminds me of The Tempest but set in suburbia,which I like. I think it's the man (who I imagine as the father) watching through the window, I kind of picture him being like "Gee I sure hope she's done in time for dinner".

Just call me June

I think I have seen the face of god.



I don't even know how to describe the moment when your dreams become reality. My best friend in highschool had an old 50's fridge that she used as a wardrobe, it was really cool but if you plugged it in it would leak a funky smell. I never thought you could really have a real functioning fridge! Dream kitchen, you will be mine.

I feel like a basset hound with a hot water bag on his head

Phew, I am so glad I have the perfect picture to depict how I am feeling. My boyfriend has kindly passed on his cold to me. I'm not actually sick yet but I can feel it coming on and that's worse because I'm wondering when it's REALLY going to hit. Plus I can't miss class tomorrow because I skipped my class already this week and that was just to sleep in, figures. I'm also out of television shows to watch so staying home would be joyless and boring and I'd probably have to do homework anyway. I'm being punished because all winter I walked around commenting on how I never get sick and now I'm going to get mine. And because I really NEVER get sick, I'm a huge wuss about mild head colds and I think it's a justification to eat all sorts of shitty food. Ugh, tomorrow is going to be miserable.