Abject terror: the ultimate cure for drowsiness.

I love how the day after I make the comment to Steph that I have nothing interesting in my "real" life to blog about (explaining my desire to write about movies, tv shows, and general fandom instead), my house/room almost gets broken into while I am sleeping in it.

Swear to God, I wake up at 2:30 A.M. last night and some unsavory character is halfway through my window until he notices that I am awake. My first thought was to reach for my glasses, all the better to see the swiftly disappearing sense of gemutlichkeit in my home of almost a year. He ran away as soon as he noticed the room was not empty (or so I assume). This did not comfort me much. I stayed up the rest of the night talking to various kind souls on the phone and wondering if I would ever sleep in Dorchester again. That question remains unanswered.

Involuntary Huffing of Dangerous Chemicals

Work stinks literally today. Of spray paint or something similar.

I'm thinking about doing a sleep research study. I received an email with all the details today. Is my sanity worth $2, 000?

Dinner for Five is a brilliant concept for a show and I wish I had thought of it. I think I will rip it off using Youtube, non-celebrities, and cheap restaurants. Who's in?

What makes construction workers say "fuck" so much?

I am on the verge of finally winning a game of online Scrabble.

What a Feelin' (Life Stressors) or Why Twilight Will Eat Your Soul

Today is the day that I realized just how much I need to get done before July ends. Iz a lot. I'm in ur computer, lozin' my shit. When I start speaking Lolcat, you know things have gotten out of hand. I must do the following things, in order of urgency, not necessarily importance:

1. Move out of my apartment before August 1st.

2. Get 1700 hours for the year.

3. Pay a monthly loan bill WITHOUT an education award (see #2).

4. Find a shiny new job (this is keeping me in limbo for #5).

5. Find a new place to live. Right now the old homestead is looking pretty likely.

Doomed? Doomed.

In other news, what the hell is Flashdance? That's a rhetorical question, people. If you've seen it, you know why. Who did they think they were fooling with the Jennifer-Beals-dancer-double? Who do I think I'm fooling when I tell any of you that I didn't watch this movie just for Jennifer Beals? I think I may have a problem. I promise I've been watching good movies too! Uh, I rented The Passion of Anna, which is...due back at the library today! *Sigh*

Changing subject...I've been having a lot of trouble rubbing my eye satisfactorily. Can anyone relate to that? Maybe that's too much info. Maybe "Too Much Info" should be the title of this post.

This made me laugh really hard. And look what I got in the mail the other day. It's like they tried to fail at making Edward look hot. Seriously, that shouldn't even be possible.

The Holy Mountain

Probably the most pervy, nasty, and twisted film I have seen in a long time. I mean, I liked it but let's just say that it drove my roommate out of the living room within the first fifteen minutes, muttering about my bizarre taste in movies. I almost couldn't handle the whole turning poo into gold scene. I'll admit it, I just don't like looking at poo.

I think my main critique of the movie would be that it is severely dated. The whole thing screams "MADE BY HIPPIES" (por ejemplo: rainbow colored rooms, naked hairy men around every corner, Jesus look-alikes and all-around eastern spiritual themes). I mean, the movie was funded by John Lennon and Yoko Ono for crying out loud. Having said that, some of the imagery and allegory is downright awe-inspiring. My favorite scene is when the eight representatives of the planets are introduced. The movie is also quite hilarious and satirical at times and Jodorowsky has a rather nice voice.

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Don't be fooled by her hit single "1 2 3 4" which I will admit can get very annoying very quickly. Feist is a versatile songwriter who is amazing live. Her version of See-Line Woman (originally by Nina Simone) is not to be missed. I almost couldn't handle it, it was so good. Another Nina cover she did was "When I Was a Young Girl." This song brought me to the conclusion that Feist is the happier, maybe slightly poppier Jeff Buckley of the 2000s.

As an aside, the Bank of America Pavilion is a pretty sweet venue--outdoors and right on the water (but their beer is ridiculously expensive).

A story of strange and somewhat coincidental events.

Last night I was mourning the fact that Season 5 of a certain tv show (see three posts back) will not be available on DVD until October. I gave in to temptation and proceeded to watch clips from that series on YouTube (I know that probably makes me a bad person but oh well). In a very TiBette-shipper friendly clip of the show they played a beautiful song which I hadn't heard before but wanted to hear again. I did a little research and found out that the song was Honey Honey by Feist. So that was all well and good and I made a mental note to purchase/download/obtain one of her albums as soon as possible.

Not an hour later Chris texts me and says he has VIP TICKETS to the Feist concert in Boston TONIGHT! Let me just say that I love my life and that some divine force must really want me to become a Feist fan. More on the concert tomorrow.

My botched chance to see Beth Orton and the therapeutic powers of the movie Control.

Last night I had plans to see Beth Orton at 9pm at the Museum of Fine Arts. I was so incredibly excited because she never plays in the states, and I adore her. But for various reasons, including having to go to Downtown Crossing to get my keys from Chris, and having to stop home and change, I didn't leave for the show until 8:30. Of course the MBTA only has problems when I need to be somewhere and I didn't get to the concert until 10, at which time Beth was performing her last song before the encore. It was basically the saddest concert experience I have ever had. I was really surprised that a) she started on time, b) she only played for an hour, and c) they charged 25 dollars for tickets. What a waste. I will choose to blame the MFA rather than Beth. I still love you, my dear! The 20 minutes of your show I actually saw were lovely!

Oddly enough, a film about rock n' roll suicide cheered me up immensely. The film was Control, a fantastic rendering of the life of Ian Curtis. Anton Corbijn made such perfect choices when directing this film, and the results are tragically beautiful and subtle. The whole thing is in black and white, showcasing the drab and mundane quality of the character's lives, and perhaps giving us insight into why Joy Division's music is so dark. In many scenes the songs (often by Joy Division, but many by Bowie, Iggy Pop, and the Velvet Underground) playing in the background correspond to what is happening in Curtis' life.

Sam Riley in particular deserves mountains of praise for his portrayal of Ian Curtis. His voice, dance moves, and general demeanor are almost scarily convincing. Control was that rare movie that made me think to myself "I have to own this," before it was even over. It helps to be a fan of Joy Division, but I think anyone with an appreciation for quality filmmaking will enjoy Control.

R.I.P. Bobby's Dad

Don S. Davis, better known to "Twin Peaks" fans as Major Garland Briggs, died on Sunday of a massive heart attack. He also had roles in "The X-Files" and "Stargate: SG-1." It's a real bummer for many "Twin Peaks" fans who were about to have the chance to meet him at the annual festival taking place a few weeks from now. His character on "Twin Peaks" was pivotal to the show, and one of the few who actually had an interesting storyline in season 2. He will be missed by David Lynch geeks all over the globe.

Here's hoping you made it to the White Lodge, Major.