trinityofone

Last night I got high with a guy named John Lawrence who's from Lawrence, Kansas. (His mom's name is Mary.) We watched four episodes of Supernatural and I ate a third of a lemon meringue pie.

I would say, "The only thing I regret is the pie" but how can you ever truly regret pie?

Second, this is probably already making the rounds, but I need to preserve it for my, uh, "files":

From a New York Post article, 'GAY' TWIST ON SHERLOCK HOLMES AND DR. WATSON MAY BACKFIRE IN GUY RICHIE'S FILM:

"But Michael Medved, a former Post movie critic, says Downey and Law must be joking. 'There's not a seething, bubbling hunger to see straight stars impersonating homosexuals,' Medved told us. 'I think they're just trying to generate controversy . . . They know that making Holmes and Watson homosexual will take away two-thirds of their box office. Who is going to want to see Downey Jr. and Law make out? I don't think it would be appealing to women. Straight men don't want to see it.'"

*falls over laughing*

There are just SO MANY jokes I could make. (To start with, try: Michael Medved—big idiot, or BIGGEST idiot?) But I think we should all just start sending Michael Medved slash fic. I think he would learn a lot!

Finally, there is now a Dean/Castiel drabble comm! It's deancas100. I love drabble challenges! I already wrote my first entry, here. Come play!

First of all, I would just like to say thank you for the incredible response there's been to Revelations. Not just all the comments (although five Edit: OMG six pages of comments?! That's incredible, and I'm incredibly flattered), but the fact that people took it the right way and got that I was trying for something...I don't want to say deeper, but more emotionally complex than just kinky smut. Not that there's anything wrong with kinky smut--bring on the kinky smut, I say!--but that's not what this turned out to be, and it's just really cool that that resonated with people.

Also, in case you missed it, since I first posted the fic, slodwick has made haunting cover art, and not_sally wrote a terrific, full-fledged piece of backstory: Prior Enlightenment. Go look/read and tell them how awesome they are! (Them personally or the story/art--or better yet, both!)

Also in the category of things that blow me away: the quality of the responses to my Why We Slash questions. I was already aware of the quantity of the responses (which is also: wow) but damn, you guys have a lot of fascinating, insightful, and downright clever things to say. I'm only about 1/3 of the way through going through everything in super fine-tooth-comb detail and pulling my favorite quotes--a highlights reel of sorts. And so far, every single person who's responded has said something that's made it onto my supposed short list. Every. Single. One. Unfortunately, my essay's only supposed to be 2,000 words, and the word count I just did on my pulled quotes document? 4,943. Um, oops? There's no way I'm going to be able to do this topic justice.

I was going to say, "Speaking of justice..." but this next item of news doesn't seem particularly just to me, except in the context of "just weird." While I was making dinner (mmm, fan oven lasagne!) I got a call from my parents, and apparently, the Berkeley Department of English has awarded me a $1,000 scholarship for the 2005-2006 year. For academic excellence among English majors or something. Which is very flattering, yes--but did I mention, also, weird? Because not only did I not apply for any scholarships, meaning that someone else would have to have nominated me, the English Department doesn't seem to be aware that I'm, um, not at Berkeley. I mean, I'm still technically enrolled at Berkeley, and I will be graduating from Berkeley, but I'm never going to attend another class there again. It's the rest of the year at Trinity and then that's it. So, since the money's been deposited directly into my CARS account (weird Berkeley bureaucratic whatsit), I'm not sure if I'm ever going to be able to get at it. I hope so, though, because if I do, my Mom says I can have it for myself, can use it to tour Europe a little. (Trip to visit monanotlisa--yes!) At least the 'rents are proud.

Speaking of parental pride, part of the conversation tonight almost made me swallow my tongue:

Mom: ...and when you're done with your essays, I really hope you'll spend more time writing to your family, and less time writing slash.
Me: *chokes on the air in her mouth*
Mom: Oh, don't think I don't know you do that.
Me: *various inarticulate noises of the 'what? how? what?' variety* Have you been reading my journal?
Mom: What? No. But I'm your mother, I listen to you, and I know things.
Me: Oh my God, please don't tell Dad, he'd freak.
Mom: I don't see why there's any reason he should know.
Me: *silent prayer of thanks* *deep breath* You know the funny thing is, before you called, I was doing research for a paper on slash. That's one of my two essays.
Mom: Ooh, can I read it?

So yeah, my Mom's pretty cool. But sheesh, how many more people am I going to be outed to this week? ...Well, suitemate!Aidan, apparently, because when I went to make tea, he was in the kitchen, and he complained that he has nothing to do tomorrow ("I was going to go to Kerry and get a trumpet, but then this guy I know in Kerry, he calls me and says, 'I'm coming up to Dublin, I'll bring you the bloody trumpet! So now I don't have to take the train to Kerry tomorrow"), and I responded with the standard, "You wanna write my paper for me?" And he said, "Sure, what's it about?" And okay, I could have lied. But instead I sort of smiled and said, "Boyporn," and then explained it to him. He was very cute about it. Cute and flustered. Mostly cute. ;-)

So yeah, apparently academia actually is liberating. *eg*

Finally, two things that amused/distracted me today:

1) darling_effect linked to A Christmas Story, as Enacted in 30 Seconds, by Bunnies. A Christmas Story is my favorite holiday movie ever (yes, above even It's a Wonderful Life and (the original! not colorized!) A Miracle on 34th Street), and dude--bunnies. It's even better than the 30 Second Shining.

2) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest Trailer--which, shockingly, I haven't seen every single person on my flist link to yet. Hmm. Maybe I am just looking in the wrong places?

Yesterday...

The Skeleton Key with Mom & Aunt

--We are the only ones in the theater, which means we can talk all the way through. Most of our comments revolve around the fact that Kate Hudson's character is a FRICKIN' MORON.

Mom: Um, if there's a creepy rattling door in a creepy attic, DON'T OPEN IT.
Aunt: Have none of these characters ever seen a movie before?
Me: Unless everyone in this film has spent their entire life living in a box, this level of stupidity is not only ridiculous, it's anachronistic. A lack of meta is now an ANACHRONISM.

--Kate Hudson applies for a job at a creepy house in the middle of a swamp where everyone and everything is CREEPY.

Me: There is absolutely no reason to take this job.
Mom: None whatsoever.
Aunt: None.
Peter Sarsgaard: Hi. I work here.
All: Never mind.

--Then, half an hour before the end, I guess the "plot twist." We go get sushi.

While we're waiting, I express a preference for pajamas.

Aunt: Once you're having sex regularly, you'll change your mind. You'll never want to wear pajamas again.

Which makes for a nice transition into today...

The 40-Year-Old Virgin with Mom & Dad

--Seeing a raunchy sex comedy with your parents is not at all uncomfortable.

Then, Steve Carell goes to get his chest waxed.

Mom: That may hurt, but it doesn't hurt as much as a Brazilian.
Me: Er, I bet.
Mom: You know, a Brazilian wax.
Me: Yeah.
Mom: (Stage whispers) I've had one!
Me: Okay! Thank you for that.

So...officially one month and eight days until I get to move out. ::smiles weakly::

Interesting article about the upcoming Narnia movie: Keep Your Foul Paws Off Aslan. Basically sums up my nervous anticipation/apprehension. Except for this line:

...the big Hollywood movie adaptation of the first chapter (well, technically the second) of the "Chronicles of Narnia"...

::grumbles about revised book order and spits bile everywhere::

Saw War of the Worlds yesterday. Very intense, cool beginning...after which it sort of fell apart. Still, it's worth seeing...just don't take your younger siblings or anything. There was a long line of summer camp kids waiting to go in as we left, and I could just see the tear-and-snot filled extravaganza that was going to be. This is definitely not a movie for kids.

Now that I'm in L.A., I officially need to see at least one movie a week. I think Dark Water'll be my next one. I can't believe it's directed by Walter Salles, a.k.a., I Directed The Motorcycle Diaries and Now I'm Doing a Ring Knock-Off Why? But I'm easy. I'll see it.

( I'm also looking forward to... )

I am so, so shallow.

What are y'all looking forward to?

I've had this conversation.

Saw Batman Begins yesterday. I didn't think it was perfect, but I quite enjoyed it. The rest of my family hated it and spent the whole car ride home and all of dinner talking about how much they hated it. Man, can those people suck the joy out of something.

I think it's a sign that you need your own place when you start referring to your family as "those people."

Went to a screening of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy last night. And ( No spoilers, just opinions )

Don't tell any of this to lordelessar, though. *eg*

I was on imdb looking up a random detail about the 1958 The Blob, the one with Steve McQueen. (Don't ask.) And apparently, they are remaking it. Again.

Why? Why why why why why why why? I am so sick of all these horror movie remakes. I mean, I know that everyone says there are no new ideas in Hollywood, but do the H-Wood bigwigs really need to compose this kind of song-and-dance number about it? Do they have to start a parade? Can't they at least keep ripping of Japanese horror films? Ripping off yourself is just too sad.

(Not to mention the fact that the House of Wax remake freaks me the fuck out. I saw the trailer before Constantine, and while nothing in it was explicitly scary, my brain pounced on the idea and has proceeded to do all kinds of nasty, twisted things with it. Sometimes I want to kill my imagination, honestly. And now they've put up a huge House of Wax billboard right on my route home, so I have to walk past it every day. Lovely.)

The one advantage of this influx of crap horror? More opportunities for psychopepsquad-style snarkage. psychopepsquad, if this was a skill you could figure out how to market, you'd make a million.

Back to concocting elaborate metaphors based around bad '50s B-movies...