Friday, September 23, 2011

I watched Weird Science last night.  I hadn’t seen that movie in YEARS.  In high school I worked in a mom n pop video store.  This was back before they really had widespread chain video rental stores.  My boss would burn me any movies I wanted so I had a little collection.  Weird Science was one in my collection. 
I remember wanting to have a body like Kelly LeBrock.  The outfits in my teenage daydreams where all the boys wanted me were all the ones she sported in the movie.  That scene where she is revealed to Gary and Wyatt, where the camera pans up her body starting with her legs, oh man.  That’s what I wanted my body to be.  Too bad that’s what it never became.
So, I watched it and loved it.  It’s so 80’s.  I love that about it.  Of course, back then, it was just…um…normal, but now, watching it, it’s almost like a time capsule of 80’s hairstyles, fashion and music. 
I forgot Robert Downey Jr. is in the movie…although; he is just referred to as Robert Downey in the credits.  His teeth look a little fucked up.  It’s adorable.
Bill Paxton is in there too.  I think this was his first major role.  His teeth look weird too. They are huge.  I have to see how his teeth look now. If he got them fixed or maybe he might’ve just grown into them.  He plays a stand out role of Wyatt’s big brother, Chet, who is fond of brutalizing Wyatt for pretty much his own amusement and monetary and proprietary benefits.  He also is the epitome of my older brother as a teenager.  This is not just my own opinion.  Others that knew him then have stated this as well.  So, if you want a taste of the sort of brotherly love I had to endure during my childhood, go watch this movie, and remember, I wasn’t a younger brother, I was a younger sister.
Good times.
(he’s better now)
At one point, there’s a scene where Kelly LeBrock (Lisa, the girl the boys created) begins to make out with Wyatt.  (there was also a scene where the boys are showering with her—she’s naked, they’re not)  Watching it now, it made me super uncomfortable.  Wyatt is 15 years old and she is supposedly 23, but in actuality Kelly LeBrock was 25 at the time, but she looks 35.  It was disturbing.  And I guess, back in 1985 this wasn’t such a big deal because I don’t remember any media flack over this scene.  Maybe it was because she was an older woman seducing a young boy and not an older man seducing a young girl?  Maybe we just didn’t have any problems with this type of thing back then?  I have no idea. I just know that watching this last night I was all, “Hey! You’re an old lady and he’s 15!  Gross!”   It just seemed interesting how times have changed.
Whatever. I still liked it.  Can’t go wrong with John Hughes.


So, I’m stuck.  I’m stuck on my novel.  I just finished writing this huge section and now I don’t know where to go next.  I’ve been letting my subconscious spit shit out in a sort of free-form, singular brainstorm and I’ve been writing down all of those ideas and need to sort of organize them and see if they take me anywhere or make any sense.  I don’t know.  I just feel lost and scared about it all.  My gut tells me to just pick a direction and keep writing.  And I probably will.  It’s just this in-between place that’s killing me right now. 
I’ve also been waiting and waiting and waiting infinity to hear back on a bunch of submissions I sent out—what seems like—months and months ago, and some of them were. 
I just want some good news. 
My mom won $2500 bucks on a penny slot in Vegas recently.  I want something like that. 

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Why does everything have to be recorded nowadays? I mean, you have a few glasses of wine and start slow dancing with a friend and you use your hands in such a way to cause a comedic effect and suddenly you look up from the female neck you are nuzzling and there are a sea of phone cameras pointed at you and man, not cool. I mean, yeah, I’d probably do the same thing, but still. Can I just have a moment of stupidity that can stay in context once in a while?

I’m no lesbian.

I just made two batches of this artichoke dip I make all the time. Every time I have to make this dip I am unsure of the ingredients but yet there are only four ingredients and I have made this dip a billionty times so you think I’d be very sure of the ingredients but I play like I’m not. I sit at the grocery store like, “I’m pretty sure it has mayonnaise. And, I know for SURE it has artichoke hearts because the name of it is ‘artichoke dip’ but, man, do I get the artichoke HEARTS or the artichoke BOTTOMS? Why are there so many choices for artichoke related products? I think there’s parmesan cheese too. Also, chilis. Man, how much mayo do I need to buy? HOW MANY CANS OF ARTICHOKE THINGS?!?! WHY IS MAKING THIS DIP I’VE MADE A MILLION TIMES SO STRESSFUL?!?!”

I always come home with exactly the correct ingredients.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

i was wearing the same green tank top as this college girl.  i was like, that's weird.  we have the same tank top.  then i said, i got this tank top for my birthday and its the first time i am wearing it.  then i said, isnt it weird that the first time i wear my birthday tank top, you are also wearing the same tank top?  she agreed that is was weird.

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