Archive for January, 2005

January 27th, 2005

» vindicated

Television Without Pity totally feels me re: the whole Charlie thing on Lost. And I don’t know, maybe people are totally over this because the show suddenly unexpectedly completely-without-precedent got wonderful, but I wouldn’t know, because true to my word I haven’t watched since the Charlie debacle.

Anyway, I was reading the American Idol recaps (because they’re freaking hilarious — way better than the actual show, though best when you’ve seen the show first) and decided I wanted to check out what they thought of my particular vote for worst-tv-moment-of-the-year (i.e. the Charlie thing):

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January 26th, 2005

» what do YOU think?

Katie: DEAD OR ALIVE?

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January 26th, 2005

» The Aviator

See, the thing with The Aviator is that it’s completely masturbatory. And while there’s nothing wrong with masturbation — well. Here’s the thing.

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January 25th, 2005

» and so it is

Over the past few days I’ve spent a ridiculous number of hours with Damien Rice’s “The Blower’s Daughter” on loop as I fiddle at some graphics, trying to put together a new pretty graphic. I’ve had the XP default green-field/blue-sky since August, and while I am still charmed by the smattering of gold-glow in the lower left (I imagine fairies) I am ready for a change. And like most changes, this one is much improved by the presence of Johnny Depp.

They are doing construction on the space next door to us, and once again I find myself infuriated by nailguns. Having spent a good portion of the summer located over an office being built out we’ve now moved next to one, complete with all the associated annoyances I’d forgotten.

In other, funnier news, the author of Movies in Fifteen Minutes has signed a book deal for just that. Spent the lunch hour laughing myself silly over her Phantom of the Opera, as I found the movie on the whole distasteful.

And I’ve just been distracted by the Oscar nominations, which I find a little infuriating. I hated The Aviator. It’s the only movie I’ve ever walked out of. I have never been so bored by a movie. I even finished watching Secret Window, for Christ’s sake, and that movie was terrible. Best Picture MY GIANT WHITE ASS. I would not be at all surprised if it won, either. Travesty. Travesty.

On the plus side, both Johnnymylove and Kate Winslet have nominations. I adore Katie Winslet. To pieces and pieces. And I loved Natalie Portman in Closer. It’s a pity Bryce Dallas Howard hadn’t a nod for The Village; that was another of my favorite performances this year. As was Joaquin’s, come to think of it.

January 21st, 2005

» entry 100: in which I do not die

Today as I was driving home, leaning way forward in an attempt to see out the narrow strip of clear windshield my snow-clumped wipers created, I contemplated the problem [and, on a side note, I had to use thesaurus.com to come up with 'problem', because I could think only of conundrum & felt it was too...highnmighty, to 'contemplate a conundrum']:

Leaning this far forward (thought I, squinting) means that were I to crash (slipping off the road or into another car, or another car into mine) there’s a quite high likelihood that my face and the windshield will become v. well-acquainted, and one or both may end up in pieces.

But:

Not leaning this far forward increases the likelihood that I will have the aforementioned slipping from and/or across the road, since then it is all guessworked based on the ways I remember the road turning, and how things look through the thick shifting smear of melt on my windshield.

It’s a fine line. And that fine line says Rachel, my dear, it’s time for the winter wipers.

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