Thursday, December 20, 2007

Jurassic Snore

My mind feels pretty blank, considering I'm nearing the beginning of a semester abroad.
I feel like the panic attack should have kicked in by now.
Instead, I'm tired all day and don't want to do anything but lay around and read one of the trillion books I took out from the library.

(note: if you have not returned Lullaby, you're looking at some late fines, and I WANT TO READ THE DAMN BOOK so hurry up and return it. Also, J. Miller, you need to pick up Fight Club from the hold shelf because even though I tried to steal it from you, the library wouldn't let me check it out while it's on hold for you: PICK YOUR DAMN BOOK UP.)

Of course, there is also the old take-pictures-with-the-dollar-store-plastic-dinosaurs activity that consumes some of my time.

Friday, December 14, 2007


I ventured into my backyard this afternoon,
a rare occurence because of my grass, weeds, molds and tree pollen allergies.
I layed on my back on the grass, the cat on my stomach,
and watched the clouds tumble and roll.

The rash I got on my legs was well worth it.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Recoup. Regather. Relax?

Last week, Monday night, I freaked out a little bit.
And by a little bit, I mean I had a panic attack. or something equally scary and disconcerting.
And I couldn't do anything. I had homework to do, but I just couldn't do it.
And then I woke up in the middle of the night with a terrible sore throat, and could barely swallow without crying.
Health office diagnosis?
Yes, yes. You're allowed to be jealous. You can only wish you too had tonsils that were red, puffy and had white mucousy globules on them (Oh, I'm sorry, was that too descriptive? Are you eating dinner?)
So I took a few days off from my life. I went home and just rested. Yeah, I did homework, but besides that, I just was.
I think sometimes you need something like tonsillitis to get you to slow down and be.
It might be hard to get back into my busy schedule, but I needed to chill out for a few days and re-gather myself.
And because of it, I feel a lttle less insane.
And that's always a good thing.

See this. Feel good.

Director Peter Hedges made a fantastic choice with "Dan in Real Life."
Hedges last movie was "Pieces of April", which I don't know if anyone saw, but all I remember about it was a punked out Katie Holmes on the cover.
Before that, though, he did screen adaptations of the books About a Boy and What's Eating Gilbert Grape?, which were both great books and great movies.
"Dan in Real Life" (go here for apple trailer) stars Steve Carell as Dan, a widowed father of three girls, who meets Marie, played by Juliette Binoche, at a bookstore and starts to really like her, but finds out she's dating his brother Mitch (played by, yes, Dane Cook).
Even though it's a bit off-putting that Dane Cook is in this movie, there is little wrong with this film. It's heart-warming in the non-cheesy way that some movies can be. Everyone in the movie played their parts well, except maybe for one of the daughters, who was a little over dramatic (although delivered one of the best lines- "YOU'RE A MURDERER OF LOVE!")
Oh, and Carole, Ross' wife from "Friends," well, her lesbian lover Susan (no, I don't know her real name) makes an appearance.
So you know. I don't think that's incentive. But, whatever.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Don't Choke.

"What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction."

Chuck Palahniuk must be one of the most talented writers I've read, if only because his stories are beautiful despite how ugly, graphic, dirty and vile they are.

Choke is about a sex addict, Victor Mancini, who makes his living by pretending to choke in expensive restaurants and then collects money from those who "save" him. He visits his mother, who has Alzheimer's, in the hospital and pretends to be someone different each visit in order to find out how she really feels about him.

Despite that he is by all accounts an insensitive, unfeeling bastard...he isn't.
Palahniuk won't let the reader write Mancini off that way.

Palahniuk's books always make me remember that even people who are incredibly fucked up are still human, still have a heart, and still feel, no matter how infinitesimally small those feelings may be.

Sunday, September 30, 2007

A panda walks into a bar...

This blog is making me feel extremely self-aware that it seems like all I do is watch movies.
I do other things, I swear. I actually am really busy.
I'm done being self-conscious now. On to better things:
The last book I read was Eats, Shoots & Leaves, by Lynne Truss.

It's a New York Times Bestseller that calls itself the “Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation.”
Both witty and educational, this book is a must-read for those of us who still care to keep punctuation alive. The book begins by using a commonly used sentence to demonstrate how punctuation greatly affects the meaning of a sentence:
“A woman, without her man, is nothing.
A woman: without her, man is nothing” (9).
This book tackles the use of periods (called full stops in England), commas, colons, semi-colons, apostrophes, parentheses, question marks, exclamation points, hyphens, dashes, and a few other common punctuations. Each one is given its brief history, famous writers who fancied them, common misuses, and proper forms and uses.
Truss’ wittiness is subtle and well-placed. When noting how a misplaced (or lack thereof) comma can entirely change the meaning of a document, she writes,
“Between the 16th century and the present day, [the comma] became a kind of scary grammatical sheepdog…It tears about on the hillside of language, endlessly organising words into sensible groups and making them stay put: sorting and dividing; circling and herding; and of course darting off with a peremptory ‘woof’ to round up any wayward subordinate clause that makes a futile bolt for semantic freedom” (79).
One of Truss’ most-hated punctuation misuses is misplaced apostrophes. She gives examples throughout the book of humorous, cringe-inducing misuses. After giving many examples of correct usages, she writes,
“I apologise if you know all this, but the point is many, many people do not. Why else would they open a large play area for children, hang up a sign saying, “Giant Kid’s Playground,” and then wonder why everyone stays away from it? (Answer: everyone is scared of the Giant Kid)” (41).
With the wide use of the internet as a means of communication, traditional punctuation has become a mere option for many.
“Before the advent of the internet,” writes Truss, “our punctuation system was very conservative about adding new marks…Anything new is welcome today” (196).
She goes on to describe how symbols like asterisks and brackets are used in place of proper punctuations.
This probably isn’t a book for everyone. To appreciate it, you might need to have a basic love of grammar and punctuation, and let’s face it, not everyone does. There are some, God bless them, who like to write without commas colons apostrophes dashes line breaks and other marks, and who enjoy having their sentences look like the above line.
For those of us who care to keep proper uses of punctuation, however, this book is marvelously insightful and validating. It is also clearly-written and easy to read. I haven’t laughed out loud from reading a book this much since Helen Fielding’s Bridget Jones’ Diary.
Truss quotes author Thomas McCormack from his book, The Fiction Editor, the Novel and the Novelist on the purpose of punctuation, which splendidly sums it all up:
“Punctuation to the writer is like anatomy to the artist: He learns the rules so he can knowledgeably and controll√©dly depart from them as art requires. Punctuation is a means, and its end is: helping the reader to hear, to follow” (202).

(Note: the book comes with a “punctuation repair kit,” which includes stickers of various punctuation marks, if that’s incentive…)

Monday, July 30, 2007

Best schmest. Leave me alone.

You know what's nice? Happy people.

Oh no...wait, sorry...


Carl: "So aren't you excited to be going back to school?!" *grin grin grin*
Me: "I don't really care one way or the other."
Carl: " What? Well, my kids are just so excited to go back. They can't wait. Oh, boy, college is just the best years of your life!" *grin grin grin*

I can't even make you understand how sick I am of hearing that college is the "best years of your life."
So far, it's been the hardest years of my life, and possibly the worst. I wouldn't change anything that's happened or anything I've gone through, but I am sick of feeling like there's something wrong with me for not enjoying college as much as I'm "supposed" to.

And yeah, I know, I don't need to be worrying about what anyone *thinks* I should do, but it's tiring to constantly hear the same thing over and over. And I've stopped disagreeing because most people won't be dissuaded. They enjoyed their college years so, clearly, CLEARLY, you must be as well.

People don't want to hear that you're not happy, people don't want to hear that you don't like your school and people don't want to hear "I have no idea what I want to do" because what people want to hear is "Oh golly, college sure is swell. I love my school and I'm going to be a Journalism major and I know exactly what I want to do for the rest of my life."

I'm not writing this post for validation of my feelings. I don't need any "VIVA unhappiness!" sentiments. I've already come to terms with the fact that people are going to ask me questions I don't want to answer, and when I answer honestly, they're not going to want to hear it. I really didn't need to write this post, huh? Go ahead and ignore it. Oh wait, you alread got this far, suckaaaaah.

Monday, July 23, 2007

Nerding out

So if you've seen Transformers, you've seen the new super sweet preview for the untitled J.J. Abrams movie coming out 1-18-08.
I, personally, am obsessed. My inner nerdiness has surfaced once again, as I've been scouring website after website looking for information about this movie (which, by the way, is rather scarce. Abrams has done a good job keeping this hush-hush while stirring up publicity), looking at people's comments on every sort of blog on the matter, watching the trailer over and over... I hear myself saying/writing these things and I know how strange I am, don't worry. I'm aware of my oddities.
(Abrams, if you don't know, is the writer and exec producer for "Lost," "Alias" and "Felicity.")
So here's what I know about this movie:
  • Fake names are Cloverfield & Slusho

  • The actual title is going to be released Thursday at Comic-Con by Abrams

  • The singer from Yellowcard is in the trailer (hahaha) (he's the guy on the right behind the bar in the beginning at the going-away party)

  • General plot synopsis: Something or Someone destroys/terrorizes NYC and the video camera of what happened is found in the aftermath, apparently on Coney Island, and the movie is part flashback style. However, it's not going to be all hand-held and Blair Witch "what the hell are we looking at? I'm naseous from all this camera shaking." (Although at first, it was said that it was all handheld, so maybe this is a disputed point).

  • The film's budget was only around $30 million, which isn't much for a monster/massive destruction movie

  • Some of the cast include Michael Stahl David, Mike Vogel and Lizzy Caplan (aka JANIS IAN FROM MEAN GIRLS. check out her IMDB pictures, she looks crazy different)

  • The only official websites are and (So quick explanation on this one: Slusho is a drink mentioned in Season 2 of Alias, A guy in the trailer for this 1-18-08 movie is wearing a Slusho t-shirt, and it appears the website has vague clues to the movie and as to what the monstery thing might be)
A lot of people are speculating whether this is a.) a monster movie and b.) what monster/creature it will be. It really doesn't look like it's going to be a remake of Godzilla (there's a 3D Godzilla in production by another company, actually).A lot people seem to think it's going to be the Cthulhu (pronounced Koo-thoo-loo), which is this sci-fi creature fictionalized way back in the day by sci-fi author H.P. Lovecraft. Some people think it's going to be an end of the world, apocalypse type movie. Some people even think it might be a "Lost" movie, or a trailer for the next season of "Lost." (I think this is definitely incorrect because the preview says "In theaters 1-18-08" at the end. I don't think Abrams is trying to be that misleading.)
Personally, after having checked out all the info on this (And believe me, I got sucked into this whole thing until God-knows-when in the morning, more than once), I think it's going to be an original movie by Abrams, probably with some monster or creature that he's created, not any kind of remake. And I also think he's sitting at home, chuckling to himself, tapping his fingers together Mr. Burns style, at how people are wildy speculating over his movie until wee hours of the night, dissecting his trailer, reading into his statements and etc.
Whatever the case, I'm so pee my pants excited about this movie. You don't even know.
edit: i forgot to mention that the monster is referred to internally as "the parasite."

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Can you experience blog at first site?

Oddly enough, Sex and the City inspired me to create a blog. I may be no Carrie Bradshaw, and I'm certainly no sex columnist, but I decided to try something new. I am now a blogger.
But you can just call me Michelle.