I wish she'd leave my sweater home.

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PS Played dress-up
PPS Like the pigtails? I was working the Holly Golightly just before getting arrested look.

sticky everywhere

I found some pictures I took last summer as the local street fair was setting up. Today's all sunny and Indian Summer (croquet and baked Alaska, anyone?), so I figured this made sense. Sort of.







Summer is ready when you are.

You'll be known as the boy who's always dancing.

Billboard 2-25-2006

• Tiff? Melissa? Can we start the countdown yet? Please?
  
• Matisyahu are on the cover, albeit a tiny picture of them.
  
• Call me shallow and repetitive, but I really wish the Kaiser Chiefs were a more attractive band.
  
• LL Cool J with a suit 'n' tie is pretty adorable.
  
• Does anybody else remember the pre-"Momma Said Knock You Out" interview he gave for Sassy with Marjorie Ingalls? (Ingall? I don't remember)
  
• It was, like, in his mom's house or something and very very charming.
  
• I miss Sassy.
  
• Hey! Look what I just found!!
  
• Wikipedia sez: "archived site that went offline in 2005; may contain dead links and broken images".
  
• Yeah, as in anything you want to see/read, you can't.
  
• It is Ingall. My bad.
  
• I loved her. She had a crazy jewfro not unlike my own.
  
• Speaking of, did everyone notice my cute li'l flickr badge? I totally stole that idea from Darren.
  
• I'm sure other people have done it as well, but we all know I don't get out much, internetally speaking.
  
• I don't know what this guy on page 26 won an award for or by doing, but he's looking quite pretty while doing it.
  
• Perhaps he won his scholarship on the Daniel V "not boring at all" plan?

Your degree is showing.

(If you want to see Munich and be surprised, maybe you should come back some other day. I've included a pretty Elizabeth Peyton picture so you don't accidentally read anything. Aren't I nice?)



I turned the radio off this morning when the NPR Olympics coverage turned to 1972 and Munich. I didn't turn it off because of my oft-repeated hatred of the Olympics, or a particular distaste for tales of Steve Prefontaine translating German.
I turned it off because I couldn't get scenes from the movie out of my head. I don't like that, while people were talking about real people who had died violent deaths, I was seeing actors and Karo syrup. There's something really disrespectful about that to me.
I'm not a squeamish girl, and I'm not an anti-movie/tv violence girl. Hell, you could even go so far as to say I enjoy a good gory movie. But I just don't see why a movie about actual events and real people, directed by a well-respected guy, should seem so gratuitous to a girl like me. We know that theirs was an awful death; anyone seeing the movie at least knows this basic fact. I don't need crumpling faces and spattering blood to tell me.
And that seems to be the difference to me: if I'm watching some crap horror exploitation movie (or even a good horror exploitation movie), blood and guts are part and parcel. If I'm watching Oscar bait, they're unexpected and, to my mind, unnecessary.
It feels like lazy filmmaking. And yes, I know I don't like Spielberg to begin with, but this is why. I don't like it when I can tell my emotions are being orchestrated. If I'm watching a movie, I don't want to be pulled out of it with a thought like, "I'm supposed to be sad here," or "I guess I'm supposed to like this guy."
This is true for me whether or not I am sad, whether or not I do like that guy.
This is also why I think John Williams is a hack.
And it's also sort of related to why I've always avoided the 9-11 footage. I don't need to see bodies falling from buildings to feel the tragedy of bodies falling from buildings.
I guess I also do believe that we can be desensitized to some images, and I don't want that for myself.

I would also rather not have bloody naked dead-and-dying women in my Oscar bait. Particularly when said Oscar bait also includes married "love-making" scenes with fully clothed women. I know it's almost too easy for a girl like me to make the misogyny leap, but let me just repeat myself:
The women we saw naked were dead or mortally wounded and bloody.
The camera lingered on one particular naked dead woman.
The loving wife character was always, even during sex, fully clothed.

MR. F!

We're doing this Pay It Forward thing on Etsy right now where you list something for super-cheap, then the buyer lists something for equally super cheap, etc.
I just bought these:

and put my Richard Hell hankie up.
It's a terrible picture, so here's another example:

and the princess there is me

I got totally goldilocksed Saturday night.
Yes, I just made that up. What are you, one of my 12yrold patrons' parents? Back to the story...
Over here, there's the boy who thought I wanted some Big Serious Relationship, like the kind where everything else in your life falls to the wayside. He stopped calling because this terrified him.
He never asked if this was actually what I was after.
Over there, there's the boy who thought I was after a more casual relationship than he was, that we didn't have enough of a connection (his words) for something more serious. He told me this late last Saturday night, after we had been hanging out for several hours.
He never asked me what I was after, either.
That's when I decided to stop pretending I don't hate "I Wanna Dance with Somebody"*, and go home.
Probably didn't help either that I had moved past sober pretending no one's watching, hit very slightly drunk hyper-awareness, and wasn't going to make it back around to not giving a shit anytime soon.

*Look, I'm sorry. I fucking hate this song. I can't help it; I can't dance to it.

***
I suppose there's a level where I'm at least satisfied by the fact that I got a speech from this one. He didn't just fall off the face of the earth, or move somewhere with no phones. I found out he was interested in me in a timely fashion, not at least a year later.
I didn't hear that maybe there was a chance he might ask me out from a mutual friend, who was told this during the course of a conversation about how I never date, only to never hear anything about it again.* Or by his roommate, who followed it up with, He's dating this psycho girl now.
*That actually happened, by the way. Want to feel even worse about boys not liking you? Find out that 3 of your most attractive male friends were discussing exactly why that was.

Egg--I mean, Ann.

The last four episodes of Arrested Development are going to air Friday night, opposite the Olympics starting. There's also an Arrested Development swap going on on Craftster, and I'm so mad I forgot to sign up for it.
Billboard 2-11-06

• The ad cover is a happy birthday with to Clarence, "from all of us who care," which is kind of a shitty way to put it, when you think about it.
  
• Like, anyone who didn't chip in $6 for Clarence's Billboard cover? They just don't care enough.
  
• The real cover promises me more bringing-the-music-back-to-New-Orleans (which I'd care more about if they were putting this kind of press and $$ into getting the icky, etc. out first), the production of the Grammys, and James Taylor.
  
• I kind of really hate James Taylor.
  
• He did a good job of calming down Homer and his fellow astronauts before the inanimate carbon rod saved the day, though.
  
• In rod we trust.
  
• Taylor's getting some kind of lifetime achievement award, isn't he?
  
• grrr
  
• I'm trying to play Puzzle Inlay while I'm doing this, which is a bit distracting on both ends.
  
• I guess this "High School Musical" show is the new big thins?
  
• I haven't seen it.
  
• It's like I keep saying: the library should be paying for me to get cable, so I can keep up with pop culture.
  
• Tightwads.
  
• Someone's trying to sue Apple over iPod-related hearing loss.
  
• I mean, if you were really serious, wouldn't you go after the designer of bud-style headphones in the first place?
  
• I don't like those kind of headphones, anyway. They don't keep your ears as warm.
  
• One of the guys in Disturbed has a "sexy" devil girl head tattoo that looks tremendously fake.
  
• That's the second sentence I've typed today who's clunkiness reminded me of this:
  
• ...this thing on it which tells time.
  
• The 2 hottest ringtones are My Humps (which seems to be obeying that restraining order I placed against it) and someone's cover of the Super Mario Brothers theme. Interesting...
  
• or not.
  
• If indie column guy mentions that damn best alternative Grammy U2 won like 10 years ago, I swear I'm going to scream.
  
• Right here at the fancy new reference desk.
  
• Which doesn't have a keyboard shelf yet and everyone that works adult reference is taller than me, so this chair is too short.
  
• My wrists hurt.
  
• His complaints against the Grammys remind me of freshman girls in womens studies classes.
  
• Everyone with an interest has heard it all before, and doesn't care about this "fresh" new take on the matter.
  
• Whenever they talk about piracy in this magazine, it's never the fun kind.
  
• Speaking of which, Airborn by Kenneth Oppel is really good.
  
• It's got zeppelins, adventure, love across class lines, sky pirates, and fantastical beasts.
  
• Wowee, a zeppelin! Hey, that's mine!
  
• Clarence has apparently done a lot of things. And knows a lot of people.
  
• And Oprahs got a birthday wishes ad, too.
  
• Oh look, it's another Belle & Sebastian review that includes the word "precious." Asses.
  
• I'm going to buy the new album on Friday.