Rocketing About
Sin City kicked major ass. Major. I got a spoiler ahead of time of the one thing I'd be disappointed in... which is, obviously, whenever a movie does a scene in a strip club and the chick's wearing full length pants, it means somebody didn't save enough money for their starlet. I mean this is the first good job Alba's had since Dark Angel (Fantastic Four might be good too, but have you seen the other shit she's been in? working fast food would be LESS embarassing).How much would they have really needed to pay her? Halle Berry was a quarter mil per... did they save Jessica 250,000? And how much did 4 minutes of Quentin Tarantino telling Benecio the difference between talking with your throat open and with it closed cost? Someone should've cut a corner. Anyway, great movie in all other aspects.
Saw Ryan's new place on Saturday. Pretty cool pad. Check his livejournal for pictures. He always gets pics of Mui but not of me. I feel left out. I gotta start developing all these ancient disposable cameras I got around the house.
Anyway, Ryan was putting his bed/couch/futon together while Khara, Mui and I took turns helping. I got a call that Khara was on her way over. It sounded on the phone like she was just bringing her HO, but apparently, she brought Lynn and her boyfriend and his buddy (on the phone it sounded like they were leaving to play cards). Ryan's room was too small to allow everyone to help with the bed, or really meet Ryan, although he pulled out one of his trademark first impressions by cursing the hammer and a few billion people "fucking chinese!"
Then, it was time to go home for vodka and card games. Mui, Aaron Lynn and Hans played bullshit and poker with Khara and I. I got the opportunity to see exactly how close that Albertson's is to our place (pretty freakin close!). Somebody tried to climb over the couch, slid on her head, and then got up and slid on her socks. That someone knows who she is. And apparently I listen to wierd music. C'mon, is "Book of the Month" really that wierd?
I hung out with one of Khara's HO's on Sunday. We went touristing. So boring. We drove over the Golden Gate Bridge. Whoop-dee-froggin-doo. We ate at Asqew. So tasty. Homeboy (Henry) peed on the side of his car. Why did homeboy pee on the side of his car? It was a rental. Actually, it was rented to Mr. & Mrs. Saucy Ho, not Homeboy Henry. But I dunno. I don't know at all.
Oh, and if you've seen Sin City already, remember any scene with a car flying over a hill? That was us going up Divisadero. "You got Batman's engine in this thing?" I asked at some point. I think he complained about some cheap-car engine. Later, Khara made him pull over, and we got out and went home. One of Khara's multitudinous pet peeves: reckless/feckful driving.
The Trannies (as Danny Nguyen refers to us in emails) and I have a reading with Nona on Wednesday. I'm not quite sure what I'm going to read. Might be this Babel Story thing I wrote about people trying to fly into Heaven and getting the smack down to prevent Sword of Shannara-esque discovery. Okay. I'm tuckered out. This has been my weekend and a brief portion of my week to come. Goodnight, and godspeed.
Saw Ryan's new place on Saturday. Pretty cool pad. Check his livejournal for pictures. He always gets pics of Mui but not of me. I feel left out. I gotta start developing all these ancient disposable cameras I got around the house.
Anyway, Ryan was putting his bed/couch/futon together while Khara, Mui and I took turns helping. I got a call that Khara was on her way over. It sounded on the phone like she was just bringing her HO, but apparently, she brought Lynn and her boyfriend and his buddy (on the phone it sounded like they were leaving to play cards). Ryan's room was too small to allow everyone to help with the bed, or really meet Ryan, although he pulled out one of his trademark first impressions by cursing the hammer and a few billion people "fucking chinese!"
Then, it was time to go home for vodka and card games. Mui, Aaron Lynn and Hans played bullshit and poker with Khara and I. I got the opportunity to see exactly how close that Albertson's is to our place (pretty freakin close!). Somebody tried to climb over the couch, slid on her head, and then got up and slid on her socks. That someone knows who she is. And apparently I listen to wierd music. C'mon, is "Book of the Month" really that wierd?
I hung out with one of Khara's HO's on Sunday. We went touristing. So boring. We drove over the Golden Gate Bridge. Whoop-dee-froggin-doo. We ate at Asqew. So tasty. Homeboy (Henry) peed on the side of his car. Why did homeboy pee on the side of his car? It was a rental. Actually, it was rented to Mr. & Mrs. Saucy Ho, not Homeboy Henry. But I dunno. I don't know at all.
Oh, and if you've seen Sin City already, remember any scene with a car flying over a hill? That was us going up Divisadero. "You got Batman's engine in this thing?" I asked at some point. I think he complained about some cheap-car engine. Later, Khara made him pull over, and we got out and went home. One of Khara's multitudinous pet peeves: reckless/feckful driving.
The Trannies (as Danny Nguyen refers to us in emails) and I have a reading with Nona on Wednesday. I'm not quite sure what I'm going to read. Might be this Babel Story thing I wrote about people trying to fly into Heaven and getting the smack down to prevent Sword of Shannara-esque discovery. Okay. I'm tuckered out. This has been my weekend and a brief portion of my week to come. Goodnight, and godspeed.