Monday, September 5, 2011

Fis Doesn't Care for Dungeons and/or Dragons

If there's one thing I'm good at, it's terrorizing Fisby with a bendy rubber Deadly Grell.

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Today I am held up in my apt spackling and painting a room and in need human interaction. Instead, I am watching Netflix Instantly, downloading other media in not the most honorable fashion, snacking, and ignoring every other thing that is weighing down on me at the moment. Also, there's the filming of my cat reacting to D&D toys.



Speaking of D&D, Patton Oswalt is one of the quest writers on Rookie today along with Joss Whedon, Dan Savage, Fred Armisen, another rad person, some other rad person, Winnie Holzman, and more - check it out. Name drop city!

Slowly Becoming All Cats Now




It gets better with the Translation. And OMG the cat with the printer translation...



These are like something out of Animals Being Dicks.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Ummm...


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Nice Header, Looks Like Ice Cream Soup

Slightly tempted to start following them on twitter anyway...

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Got a shout-out from the Cinematic Titanic facebook page – whut whut!

Friday, August 26, 2011

FLD


First LOL of the Day

Obsessed





Sunday, August 21, 2011

Chu-Chu on the INTERNET


Fisby got a shout-out on the Julie Klausner podcast and then was featured on her blog! The latest episode features Paul F. Tompkins - another funny person with a podcast. He was also the guest on the most recent episode of the How Did This Get Made podcast where they talked about the Smurfs movie. First off, I have tickets to his sold-out show at the Bell House that I had to get a million months back cos I knew it would sell out. Next off, for the 9-5 job I had to design this online thing (that is as detailed as I'm getting, until like, the next sentence) for that Smurf movie in which I paid $2 to buy a Photoshop filter that looked like the texture of 3D white marshmallows to replicate the look of their little hats and pants. I could've made this filter myself, but only had a day to basically create a mini-website situation. Anyway, Smurfs is a movie. I'd never watch it. I do remember watching the cartoon as a kid and I hated it when the other smurfs would catapult Brainy Smurf into the woods cos he was "too smart". This always happened around the end of the episode when one was left with the parting impression that being smart was not cool and no one will ever love you. Everytime, he would land upside down on his head by the same tree/bushes configuration with his glasses askew or cracked or something. Ugh, smurfy.

Fis has also been having fun and snacking on grass in her fire-escape-garden-backyard when it's not raining too hard.

Here she is hiding/bird-watching/neighbor-cat-spying, you can barely see her tail resting above the top right of the middle orange planter next to the solar light meant for a real yard.

She peeked-out when I called her name.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Black Moon

Finally came out on DVD for MY REGION yesterday - and it's Criterion! AND the cover is beautiful!
When I had cable TV in a time before antennas were useless, Cinemax showed this one night and I watched it having no idea what it was. ALLEGEDLY I have a problem with TV where I will lay there for hours watching whatever is on and flip around the channels during commercials searching for something better until I fall asleep ignoring everything else in real life, all pre-Tivo style. But this movie stuck with me for days afterwards. It's one of those movies where you think, "I'm watching a movie of a dream I had - or will have" and I am Ok with that. I love it. IT'S MINE. I still rarely meet anyone who has seen it or gives a rat's ass about seeing it / talking about it / listening to me prattle on about it. Here's the thing, I think it's one of those movies where if you stumble upon it by mistake knowing nothing about it, no hype, no expectations, it's the raddest thing ever. BUT if someone is all, YOUHAVETOSEETHIS, then afterwards you're like, "eh, it was Ok...I guess." I remember that happening to me with The Forbidden Zone.
A few Halloweens after I saw Black Moon I debated dressing up as Rex Harrison's daughter's character in the movie. Then, I was like, it's a rust-colored orangey-brown skirt, a white button-up cotton blouse, and a light pink sweater - I'm pretty sure I can wear this all the time and it's no big deal. After all these years, I still cannot find a non-itchy, non-Acrylic pink sweater or that elusive rust-colored skirt that isn't too A-line or suede or wide wale corduroy. It's great how movies can still inspire fashion. I read a few books years ago about fashion designers for Hollywood movies and how influential they were. Edith Head wrote a great one that was also gossipy. My number one takeaway from the book was that Bette Davis never liked wearing bras and had long, big boobz so dresses and neck lines had to be cut special as to not make her bewbs look weird. Now about books, the sad thing is, when you check-out art books from the library, they are usually trashed and the pages that have images on them are suddenly not present. I'm like, where is that photo of the ostrich feather gold inlay gown with the 10 foot train from that obscure, lost 1920s silent film no one will ever see again? Ohhh, right, someone ripped that page out cos they're shitheads and don't believe in Xerox or are from the future just to steer my anger into yet another cauldron of hate.

Anyway, more about Black Moon, it's by Louis Malle, made in the 70s, filmed at some French estate - maybe his?, no plot - make your own kind of thing but not a complete Marienbad, talking animals milling about, donkey with unicorn horn glued to head, men vs women war going on, British accents, annoying old lady, young guy that sorta looks like the young guy from Suspiria, big glasses of milk, a weird sister/bro thing happening, naked kids running around, not much dialogue, kids in make-up at the end, piano playing, bugs, moss, etc... then it just ends and you're like, Ok, fine, whatever. But then you think about it for days afterward. That dream world gets stuck in your head. You want your own French estate in which to traipse around and chase unicorned donkeys...

And I live in a wonderful city where I could've roderidden my bike (pretending it's a unicorned donkey) to see this movie for free (christsakes) at this newish arthouse/food situation in DUMBO called ReRun (yet another new arthouse movie FILM theater THEATRE). This city wears people down in new and exciting ways in exchange for such awesome opportunities as this, yet I did not take advantage. Still, knowing it happened, and that future rad stuff will be happening, makes it seem in my head that I am less of a lazy bundle of my cat's freshly trimmed hair.


Oh yeah! And I can finally get rid of my less than awesome AVI file of Black Moon that I downloaded from magic town internet system land that has a German man voice dubbing all the voices with simultaneous Spanish subtitles at the bottom. Yaaaaaay!

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Summer

Saw the movie, La Rayon vert, this weekend at BAM.



Not sure how I feel about relating to a character so much, or hating that I relate to a character so much. It's was like watching Bridesmaids, and relating to Kristen Wiig's character all over again. When you see your own weaknesses, your own character flaws displayed on the big screen, it's like someone read your diary out loud and you're like, "Arrrgh! Now everyone knows I keep a diary!"

Anyway, Eric Rohmer had the colors red and green playing off each other in this movie, and it was perfect. I love LOVE movies where close attention is paid to details like that and meaning is given to things no one is consciously noticing, but also has dialogue that seems loose and real without coming off as obvious improv. It gives the whole thing a genuine spontaneous feel so that you're not overly aware that you're watching a movie. When I see this, I think – masterpiece.

Things I didn't care for that I had no control over: the audience reaction of smug chortling at the high-waisted tight pants on the French men of the mid-eighties and also laughing at the female character finding lone playing cards on the ground in a "I've seen this plot point before in some other movie" way.

Unit Shredders


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From fakebands.com
Unit Shredders, The - From the TV show Roseanne (11/25/95). A riot grrl band mentioned in the "The Getaway, Almost" episode. Midway through a roadtrip to an outlet mall, Roseanne and Jackie pick up a hitchhiker (Jenna Elfman) who is in the band. The Unit Shredders' riotous grrlishness may be a matter for debate, though. First off, they are several years late to the riot grrl party (mainstays Heavens to Betsy, Bratmobile, and Huggy Bear were already broken up). Plus, Elfman (who is comically credited as "teenager" in the episode) would have been 25 when the show aired. Perhaps The Unit Shredders could have claimed to have been riot wmmmen. Though it was kind of cool that they played a clip of Bikini Kill on a prime-time show.
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You know how you want to like something, but then the medium gets it wrong. Fine example. To make that female character come off like this clueless, gum-chopping, unaware, man-hating idiot is insulting. It's almost like Roseanne and her writers were secretly jealous that they weren't a part of a "revolution". While association seems cool or whatever by talking about it on mainstream TV, they showed it in this bad light and the overall take-away is not ideal. It feels like a women vs girls thing initially with Roseanne and her sister feeling above what the younger generation are doing. Then they start to feel left out. And it's that feeling of being left out that makes them act out. I don't like that message. Then the argument is, "you should be grateful that Bikini Kill was even mentioned in a mainstream show". No, I shouldn't. And that is what needs to change. Overall there is this weird focus on man hate and it's not about that either. It's about strength and doing what you want.
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Genius use of tumblr.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

I think you're grand

Had to stop the May Shoe Experiment. First off, May is over, but it's not like not finishing something or changing the rules ever stopped me before. Thought about changing it to Shoe Vs Foot since every other pair of shoes ripped up my feet. I found a solution: socks. As long as the shoe is not a heeled slingback, I'm good with wearing socks and walking a lot.

Right now my feet are hell meat of scabs and blisters from this one pair of demon spawns, and I feel like an idiot for liking neato-looking shoes. But whatever, SOCKS TO THE RESCUE.

So, I'm on Sock Dreams, and I see this...
And it makes me hate socks. There is no need for socks to be this complicated. I do, however, like the Wizard of Oz socks.
But I am against Frances Ethel Gumm being 16 and on speed and benzos for the making of that movie back in the late 30s.

Don't want to end on a down note of a drugged-up Dorothy... so, I love this song and the chorus gets stuck in my head every time I get a little boy crazy.



bf/gf



If they mated:

Sunday, June 5, 2011

What is Britney doing right now?

Just rewatched this old footage of Britney Spears. That guy she was with was such a scrot. He reminds me of my first bf. The part where she says she feels she's missing out – she was missing out. And she thought having kids and a husband would make everything Ok in her life. I still wish I could spend one week with Britney Spears, like have her secretly hang out with me in a disguise and stay at my apt and then spontaneously run around BK and fuck shit up. I'd be like, "read these blogs daily, listen to these bands, check out this art, keep a daily journal, etc... NOW go and make your next album on YOUR terms and write the lyrics and music and do your own thing and express how you REALLY feel as a woman who has been there and done that in our society. You have this power to change things for the better. YOU. DON'T. NEED. A. GUY."



Anyway, why did she want to see Spun? That movie is/was so bad. It had a million people in it and I couldn't wait until it was over. Why do actors love playing drug addicts? It's so boring; and you could tell everyone involved was thinking, "We're so shocking and edgy, we're going to blow minds." All I remember while watching it, is that I cried out of embarrassment for everyone involved.



Also, when did Youtube start showing vaginas without people freaking out?

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Hi chief, are you a 10?

If I had a bf... I would snatch this t-shirt up and force him to wear it so that everytime someone saw him they'd hear Steve Martin's voice in their head...



...ugh, hopefully they would not hear the cringe-worthy humor of "swinging" water balloon boobs on a man in drag, or Death saying, "this sketch is done to Me!"

Sunday Movie Time


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Seeing this tomorrow. I love you, Moss.

Portrait of a Woman

Last month's theme for Fake Criterions was "a movie within a movie"

There weren't any lady ones really, so I thought about the "film for television" that was being made throughout another film – interspliced* perfectly with the controversial scenes of Maria Schneider and Marlon Brando in Last Tango in Paris.


The name of of the boring, trite, unromantic TV movie is Portrait of a Girl, and it was filmed by the fiancĂ©/filmmaker of Maria's character. Cos of this I added a lot of fluffy, dated ornamental stuff around the Bookman "every 70s TV show" Swash typeface which was the same used for the Last Tango cover.


The image I used is a movie still I took of the DVD that was magically created with the free image capture programz, Jing. The still is one where the camera crew and the fiancĂ© were shooting her and she's literally holding up a "portrait of a girl". The layout is broken up horizontally: 1/4 - 1/2 - 1/3. Her eyes are amazing.


Maria Schneider died this year and the media makes it out like she died a sad and lonely foreign lesbian who was forever scarred by her Last Tango scenes and, as a result, was never able to shake her perception as a slutactress or had any fun.
I doubt this highly.


  {Eva Ionesco, Edwige Belmore, Maria Schneider}
*you can be a word if you want to

Friday, June 3, 2011

AWESOME!

Just ordered something of Etsy and I noticed that I had two neutral feedbacks – still stuck on this "I hate dealing with giving and receiving feedback on Etsy" thing and completely unaware of there being a second blah feedback left, I went to check it out. Seriously, this woman was a Big C – I remember her. There was a lot of emailing back and forth and I was about to say, NO YOU CAN'T HAVE THESE SHOES I CAN TELL YOU ARE TROUBLESOME!

Cos who leaves a book of feedback like this? Doesn't Etsy have some sort of character limit? Anyway, beholden...
I measure every item every which way. These shoes had the measurements listed and this woman wanted me to measure again, so I did (cos it must suck to have weirdly-shaped feet) and it came out the same width. "This source" says narrow shoes, dude.

I love selling stuff to strangers, taking the time to package everything up nicely, tying bows, writing a lil' note, putting on the stamp logo stickers, writing on the packages to places overseas like Russia and China... but please, I don't ever want to publicly hear from you except for a Thank You. If something goes wrong, you send a private note to work it out like a normal person, and I've taken returns in the past if something didn't fit.

Cos it comes down to this: no one gives a pizza fart about feedback unless every other one is negative – and often the person giving the negative feedback looks like a nutbag. Still, it's annoying. I would never give neutral or negative feedback to someone. They would have to have shit a Greek salad into the box instead of mailing me my BoHo LaCe ViNtAgE Onesie LeoPaRd UniTaRd InDiE Dress XXS.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

My Naked Body Is Obscene

This kind of thinking is expected and accepted in our American society and we're just letting it happen like it's no big deal with views like this being spouted about – and on a women's blog. I love that Rebecca Watson calls out the Jezebel.com writer on her TOTALLY MISSING THE POINT of BnN covering up this photo of Australian male model, Andrej Pejic, styled as a woman on the cover of Brooklyn's Dossier magazine.

Why U No Like Sour?

I live in a world where it's not polite or right for me to act on my gut feeling, though when I get to do that it's the most amazing feeling. So, I was just refunding some shipping on Etsy, answering an email about a listing, and renewing some expired listings when I decided to check the feedback. I dreaded doing this when I had an eBay shop and I dread it now with Etsy... and so I find this little gem waiting for me:

shipping was slow (2 wks from brooklyn to baltimore) and the price from the thrift store was still written on the bottom (kind of leaves a sour taste :/ ) but i LOVE the shoes; they are just perfect. 

"they are just perfect" doesn't make up for you being a shithead.


If I ever mail out a package that is late, WHICH IS RARE, I put in a free gift and apologize like a normal human being.

But anyway, I wanted to send this message below, but I didn't. Why continue flinging their monkey shit back at them? What good would this do? It would only justify their passive aggressiveness towards me in that complaint city testimonial they felt they had to leave to teach me (and anyone that wants to shop at my store) a lesson or whatever. Gah, some people...

Hey, just to clarify, I bought those shoes on Etsy a while back and they had the price on them from that seller - http://www.etsy.com/transaction/14418952 - big fucking deal. And SO WHAT, we all buy stuff from thrift stores, estate sales, yard sales, find stuff in grandma's attic, for next to nothing or for free. IT HAPPENS. I KNOW YOU DO IT TOO FOR YOUR SHOP. Your message was shitty and unnecessary and by doing that, you are what makes Etsy and eBay shitty. I hope this message I am sending you creates a sinking feeling in your chest like your feedback did to mine. And I sent your package out on May 1st, I have no idea what held it up with the post office - check the Priority Mail shipping tracker for proof - did you even bother to do that? I swear, people like you... you get awesome things for next to nothing, and then you nit pick and complain. I can't imagine being you or having to be around you. But I do know this, I am sick of sitting by and letting people like you get away with this kind of bullshit.

It just felt good enough to write it out, to get it out. Now I can move on. But seriously, I am totally prepared to start calling people out on their bullshit. (And maybe prepared for their heated responses?? I AM NOT READY FOR THEIR HEATED RESPONSES.)

I am the best friend you wished you had,
that helped you be a better person by making you rad.
And this seller lives in Baltimore, now I feel bad,
Cos their life must really be sad.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

*cough*

I've been sick for too long. First, it was problems with allergies, probably the worst I've ever experienced that lasted a rough two weeks. Now, it's strep throat. Why do I live in this world that my body can't seem to handle? At least I feel good enough to go back to work. But don't touch me.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Green Eyes Pink Nose!



Monday, May 16, 2011

First Week

On Tuesday I attended a work function (Scavenger Hunt around NYC*) that involved constant FREAKOUT RUNNING AROUND all day and I don't own "real" running shoes/trainers/in-elementary-school-it-was-not-cool-to-call-them-sneakers-so-you-called-them-tennis shoes (no one played tennis). Point is, NO SNEAKERS. So I wore Converse low tops with cushiony insoles. That was not enough, and for a week I complained to anyone that my feet and legs hurt and I turned my trashcan under my desk upside down - instant ottoman. Also, I didn't keep my shoes on my feet while they were hanging out under my desk.

So here are bunch of photos of mostly flats that I wore all week due to constant feet pain. I'm keeping them all until they fall apart, but I seriously thought of burning the Converse in some sort of healing ritual - as a promise to my feet to never put them through that again. I'm sorry, feet.
*my team did not win - though we had a lot of fun and thought for sure we would at least place - we were POSITIVE then that we came in 4th (delusional).

Monday
Vintage Sperry Top-Siders loafers - Etsy shop: Put On That Dress
Tuesday
Converse
Wednesday
Thrift store lace-ups with cat socks
Thursday
Vintage navy slingbacks from eBay many years ago
Friiiday, Friiiday
Vintage leather lace-ups - Etsy shop,  Lucille's Attic

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Now that the weather is nice and it's warm enough to open windows, THIS is happening again, "weekly staring Chu"

NOT CREEPY AT ALL

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Found this pic of something I ate back in April: Steak tartare with quail egg. Yum.*

*kind of looks like brains.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

May's Shoe Experiment 2011

I've been to a lot of good shows lately, I have pics, I wrote some stuff about the shows and my experiences, but instead I'm going to get rid of some shoes through a little experiment and document it here.

I have roughly 100+ pairs of shoes. 80% of them are from thrift stores and I paid on average about $4 a pair. But one time I paid around $400 for a pair of strappy sandal boots by Surface To Air (only to see Forever21 and ASOS rip off the same style about 6 months later, $20) but who cares, I still love these shoes.

So, for the rest of the month of May, I'm going to wear a different pair of shoes each day and at the end of the experiment decide which shoes to keep and which to toss (Beacon's Closet) or sell in the shop (if vintage).

Blah, blah, shoes... so typical, you're just materialistic and pathetic.

Fuck you. I'm materialistic and feminine and awesome.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Monday, April 18, 2011

The Day I Met Pearl Forrester

Here is my slideshow of Saturday in which a trip to Princeton, NJ, was made to see the
Cinematic Titanic Live Tour.
Meandering around the campus of Princeton University.

1922! Ivy! Puddles! Eating Clubs!

We ate a lot of fries at a nearby diner.

Here is Stephen taking in the Collegiate Gothic style architecture.

Wind and rain and me.

About to take on that sidewalk pond in the background – it's not going to wade itself.

Met and chatted with Mary Jo Pehl (and her funny husband, Ronald) before the show.

View from our great seats. The movie was The Alien Factor. One of the feature-length cheesefests that was chosen online by the New Jersey audience. We all got to experience TRACE BEAULIEU (Crow, Dr. Forrester), J. ELVIS WEINSTEIN (Tom Servo, Dr. Erhardt), FRANK CONNIFF (TV's Frank), MARY JO PEHL (Pearl Forrester), and JOEL HODGSON riff on this movie that was 70% long scenes of people walking around in the woods during winter.


Laughed till I had tears streaming down my face.

There were so many more jokes than a typical episode of MST3K. And I thought the monsters/aliens in this movie were actually frightening. If I had a dream and saw any of this, I would be freaking out for months.
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This rust-colored alien monster's feet situation reminded me of a cross between the Noritaka Tatehana shoes that Lady Gaga is always wearing and those four-pronged walker things.


And here's a gif of three of the coolest / most easily entertained by a ball kids from the '70s.
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AAAAAND, a submission to Fake Criterions

Best Saturday in a long time.