"Heyyyy, Adam, it's me, eBay. You up?"
"No. Go away."
"'Cuz I was thinking we haven't hung out in a while."
"There's a reason for that."
"There is?"
"Yes. We broke up."
"YOU broke up. I'm still here."
"You have nothing I want, eBay."
"Now, now. You know THAT isn't true."
"Look, I-"
"OoooOOOooohh, what's this?"
"I'm not looki-"
"Oh, my! It's a Criterion ( Read more... )

While I finish digesting my lunch and feigning industry ( Read more... )

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A random trip through my synapses as I stretch out sybaritically in bed like Caesar Augustus in a Dresden Dolls T-shirt and gunmetal gray knit boxers:

• This thing where I wake up at 4 a.m. and then don't fall back to sleep has lost its allure. (I'd not be surprised if its allure got wrested from it at gunpoint in a dark alley.)
• I just got a refund ( Read more... )

Why is it that my pants not only routinely split straight up the crotch, but consistently do so only at major crowded social events? At Readercon, I went to say hi to issendai (who I hadn't seen in four years or so) and ookpik, and going in for a hug I went down on one knee and felt fabric giving way in the Delicate Giblet region. Swell. Luckily I was wearing ( Read more... )

So hypothetically speaking, if one were to foment vague plans for a five-title living-room-based mini film festival, and one had already chosen Pump Up the Volume [1990], Singles [1992], Reality Bites [1994], and Empire Records [1995] for four of those five slots, with what film should one fill the final slot with ( Read more... )

I just Googled the phrase "Jim Jarmusch looks like" in quotes. Here's a sampling of the results:

"Jim Jarmusch looks like Max Headroom."
"Jim Jarmusch looks like Albert Einstein's and Tim Burton's lovechild."
"Jim Jarmusch looks like a David Lynch character."
"Jim Jarmusch looks like a version of Wolverine that did not age well."
"Jim Jarmusch ( Read more... )

Blizzard of Blizzardiness survived handily. rain_herself and I both got two days off out of the deal, and so we embraced our lethargy with pride. Tuesday was spent as resolutely indoors as we could muster; on Wednesday I ventured out with scraper in hand only to discover that the wind had cleared the snow off the car for me. Golly, thanks, Odin ( Read more... )

* rain_herself's birthday weekend was pretty close to ideal. (Since I don't think I mentioned it here: Happy birthday, Andrea! Love you!) Plans to hit the beach were scrapped on account of didn't wanna, but we had shrimp scampi and fettuccine Alfredo and too much wine and cake and cookies that she baked because birthday that's why, which we ate while cuddling ( Read more... )

The weekend just past. Yes, please, more of that ( Read more... )