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Media Consumage

November 20th, 2005 — 2:53am

I’ve been consuming media like crazy lately, and maybe I haven’t told you about it, so here goes:

  • Mysterious Skin made me ache in so many ways, and made me think far far too much
  • Elizabethtown, which was mostly really bad, but there were some really good moments in it too, like the face that Kirsten Dunst makes when she’s in the bath, and she’s holding her breath, and then Orlando says something that confirms to her that he’s into her too, and it’s just perfect. But the movie was too many different films at once. When Lisa and I were talking about what movie we’d go to, I described the plot to her, and she was like “Oh, it’s Garden State“, and I suppose you could compare the two, but Elizabethtown would lose every time.
  • Serenity which I can’t really write about here without any spoilers, but suffice to say HOLY FUCKING CRAPPING OH MY GOD it was fantastic and good and great and I want to go back again and again and again. If I was going to go over the top with analogies – which I am – seeing those familiar and dear characters on the big screen was like giving birth (or, since I haven’t actually given birth, holding the first printed version of a magazine you did mostly all by yourself in your hands. Because yes, I made it. Oh no wait…) And now I’m singing the ‘where do we go from here?’ song from Buffy in my head over and over adn wanting to see the sequel RIGHT NOW although of course, it might not even get made…
  • Oh, and did i mention that Robert Downey Junior is my new boyfriend after Kiss kiss, bang bang? I’m sure I did, but I was probably drunk…

    I am also of course really looking forward to King Kong, and The Lion, the Witch & The Wardrobe, and the divine Kateh has sent/is sending me tickets to Harry Potter for next Wednesday, so wooo, no cultural snobbery here. I did, however have an arguement with Karen last night while watching the trailers for the Narnia pic, cos she’s all “they’re going to put The Horse and his Boy into the first movie” and I’m all like “no they’re not,” and she’s all “but they’re making Prince Caspian next,” and I’m like “but that’s the order they were written in, and then I was like dude, you might know books, but you don’t use the internet except to go to McSweeny’s, and so who are you to tell me what’s what? Except that I just said that she was wrong.

    Speaking of blagged preview stuff, the new Bic Runga album Birds is of course absolutely fantastic. And the new My Morning Jacket album has pictures of pandas on the disc (which makes me laugh, since Kateh sent me the first album cos it has a bear on the cover) and lyrics that go “a kitten on fire and a baby in a blender / both sound as sweet / as a night of surrender”, which is genius, although of course Hubris does NOT advocate setting kittens on fire. But you will be reading more about that in the next issue of Pulp, I’m sure.

    And so back to the real life. Yesterday Anji and I got our invites to my cousin Iain‘s wedding – or rather, second wedding, since he and Anny already got married in China. I think. It’s the day after my work Xmas party, but luckily isn’t a morning ceremony, so that is very choice and exciting. I can wear my Going to Weddings dress (Chelsea’s, Penny’s…).

    And speaking of my work party, thanks to all the none of you (except for Esther) who gave me Loveboat themed costume suggestions. That’s the last time I bother writing an entry while I’m sober! Except for um, this one.

    Finally, it’s occured to me that I really need to stop spending money and start saving if I intend to do anything over the summer other than sit at home and reread rockstar biographies. Shirley and I are discussing going to Whakatane, possibly over New Year’s, to see Brad, if anyone wants to join us. I’ll do my best to promise not to give anyone handjobs on the couch this time. And then there’s the Big Day Out, so there’ll be flights and hotels up for that. Who’s going? I need friends who AREN’T going to the Melbourne one for reasons that they won’t disclose. And I’m not talking to Heather anymore for the rest of the day! Don’t worry, this is not a jumping-the-shark moment though, and that’s not just because Karen asked me the other day when that phrase will jump the shark. Oh the injokes!

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    Twenty Things

    October 25th, 2005 — 2:26am

    I don’t normally do this kind of thing on Hubris, but hell, at least it’s all about me…

    1. Everyone (who’s anyone) uses the phrase “jumped the shark” about TV shows, or sometimes bands, or just celebrities in general (for example “Milan totally jumped the shark when he let that groupie wear his hat right in front of me”). I’ve started to use it to describe friendships. Not cool.

    2. I have seven sets of duvet covers (yellow, pink with gold, magenta & purple, brown & red retro, blue undersea, burgandy oriental brocade and brand new silver brocade) but only two sets of sheets – black and lime green, and four single duvet covers, including my New Mexico-ish Ralph Lauren cover that I got when I first moved to Japan, which we had to specially order and cost like $400 (shoosh. We paid $150 for an Xmas tree once…)

    3. I have real problems with trust and jealousy – and given my background, I’m really not surprised.

    4. The reason I hate being called a blogger is because I’ve been doing this for EIGHT FUCKING YEARS motherfuckers, when that word wasn’t even a glint in anyone’s eye, and why the fuck do all these newbie people get the attention and book deals and why aren’t I famous yet?

    5. I made Anji and Sebastian worm themselves this weekend right along with me. My next guess is that I have haemarroids. Of course my reason for thinking this has absolutely nothing to do with an advertorial in the local rag of course…

    6. I’d really like to have a cock to fuck Jessica Simpson with. This is not a “lesbian sex doesn’t count compared to hetrosexual sex” blah blah blah crap, it’s just that dude, she’s so horrible but there’s something about her that makes me want to fuck her ass and mouth.

    7. I no longer talk to anyone I’ve had sex with (this would probably be an advantage if I fucked Jessica). There’s only a couple of people on that list that I wish were still in my life. Others I miss when I think of jokes that only they would get.

    8. I am secretly impressed with how much pus I can squeeze out of my various pimples and assorted other bumps.

    9. I am terrified of people liking my online persona and then meeting me in real life and going “wow, she’s just not real at all” and disliking me.

    10. Often I think that I will spend the rest of my life without ever hearing anyone say that they love me again.

    11. I find the idea of being a housewife in the 1950s strangely appealing.

    12. Half the reason that I want to be a music writer is that I have a fantasy of having a musician fall head over heels in love with me and write songs about me.

    13. There’s this one song on this one CD by this one guy that makes me go huh, but I’d be too scared to lose it if I did ever find out that it wasn’t actually about me.

    14. If I had an infinite amount of money to spend on a car, I like to think that I’d still just buy something like a prius. Or maybe an oldskool convertible. But definitely nothing too ridiculously expensive and/or evil.

    15. If I was cloned, I’d probably be friends with me, but I might think that I was too needy and/or insecure. I’d probably have sex with me though, if I got myself drunk and came on to me first.

    16. I feel like I have a decent enough grasp of the English language that I don’t feel bad about twisting it to better suit my purposes.

    17. When I was under five or so, whenever I counted to 20, I would generally forget the number 17. Spazz.

    18. I can’t get a credit card for another four years because I didn’t pay my car registration fee.

    19. I often prefer Latinish type beers, like Amarca, Corona and San Miguel, but I’ll drink pretty much any kind, except for Lion Red.

    20. I plan a lot of funerals in my head – not just mine, but those of an assortment of people I know. I think about what I’d wear, what I’d say in the eulogy, what we’d serve at the wake and how I’d spend my inheritance.

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