I saw Capote tonight; it is a wonderful film. Phillip Seymour Hoffman, as many have already noted, is astounding in it. I'm sitting here trying to figure out how to say what I want to say about it, but I'm feeling that any attempt at this time would tend toward the awkward and overly sentimental. So, here's to Capote! I want everyone to go see it. ( Read more... )

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well, maybe i will use this thing again:

just now, i used a best buy gift card given to me by my dad's ex-fiance (whom i hadn't talked to in a year or so) to buy two very gay things (and all the gayer for being bought together): one was a dvd copy of terms of endearment, which i love, and not just because shirley maclaine and debra winger are ( Read more... )

So Daddy-O left yesterday (SIGH of relief, SIGGGHHHH), and I've just decided that should I ever write a novel (not a story, but a novel) in which a character very similar to my father appears (it shouldn't be hard, he is fairly archetypical, yet original enough to be fresh), I'm going to call him Daddy-O. That's it, it's settled. No talking me out ( Read more... )

I just LOVE (and I mean LOVE) when my dad brings his good pal George (the dim-witted, chauvinistic, slicked-back haired, pushing fifty former and current ladies man/in-house grocery store owner) up to the apartment for whiskey and a doobie. I mean, really, what more could you ask for when you're sole reason for leaving the apartment tonight (having ( Read more... )

Earlier, while my dad was smoking up with his pal, George, the owner of the grocery store downstairs, I was going to write a long entry about my truly hellish (yet somewhat satisfying) day. Obviously, I didn't do that then, and I'm not going to now. I'm still too tired. However, in the mean time, to kill time, I guess, or to punish myself or ( Read more... )

Dad's in town, it's cause for livejournalfication! I don't know what that means, but it seemed to work well, aurally speaking. Maybe not ( Read more... )

Who knew that I'd finally manage to start up and keep a journal on paper? I've always been a typer, and in personal matters I've especially been beholden to typing since I started my first Open Diary sophomore year of high school. I think Open Diary was a precursor to Livejournal, no? If so, I'm cooler than all you kids who hopped on to the ( Read more... )

It's just me and the ants. Will someone please explain to me why/how this is going on? I love on he 22nd floor of a (ridiculously nice) apartment building. They've been here for who knows how long--probably since before I got here. I killed the ones in the kitchen--twice. But they're in the living room, too. It's not like there's food lying about. ( Read more... )

It would be one thing if the organization I'm working with this summer would actually have been shut down in late May like my supervisor said might happen. Then, I could have come to Chicago knowing I needed to make other plans. Instead, there seemed to be a miraculous recovery. We got rid of the nasty board of directors (who may or may not have ( Read more... )