Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Enough already



Ai Weiwei!

Ah - Sprouts



Hitting the spot!

Perverse?

I'm trying to think here...the bride and I have seen in the theatre (since we hooked up) in toto:

The Aristocrats

Capote


Grindhouse


Savage Grace


Machete

Bridemaids

The Hangover II
[this was the nadir of filmgoing, ever - but this was at a drive-in and fun because it was part of a day-long birthday celebration]

That's five years, seven movies...so is it perverse that I would want to go see Melancholia?

Although, if you told me (this minute) that "Hey! Melancholia's playing at the Neon..." I would shy away and not answer the phone.


Neck Show (tm)



Hey! I'm obviously obsessed with all the people with the neck tattoos, right?



So, why not a television reality program that follows people on the day they get their neck tats?

Like, all the stuff that leads up to their going to the shop or the back yard where they get their necks tattooed, then the going home after and the reactions, which I imagine will range from "Now, why'd ya go and do that, Carly?" to "That looks niiiice..." to "I'ma get one tomorrow" to, on the bleary morning after, "What has I did?"

And then there's just the human interest/anthro- aspect of: what makes your local 52-year old neighbor get a tattoo on his neck in the first place and what goes through his/her/its mind?

Hurry up, National Geographic Channel!

Whew!



I just picked up a phone call on our shared 1-800 line here at work, and it started out with what sounded exactly like the sinister blat of UVB-76! Or so I thought. After two beeps, there were suddenly some gull sounds came up in the mix and then a car salesman-y voice saying that "The captain's pulling the ship out of the dock and blah blah blah" and it turned out to be a cruise offer.



SO, to encapsulate: the UVB-76 buzzer was not actually calling me - it was a ship's horn in a telephone solicitation.


WHEW!

Okay, back to the baby



We were killing time before going to dinner at friends' on Saturday and Pearl Harbor was on, and, like good Anthony Lane fans, we had to sit there transfixed at the shitness.



But Ben Affleck's character is called Rafe!

Goddammit.

Breaking: not about the baby!



Hey! Shelagh Delaney (pictured) dead at 71!