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moved.

Inglourious Basterds

I’ve seen it once.

Chapter One was as incredible as I imagined it would be when I read the script for it in ‘Vanity Fair’ a few months back. There were other moments that also killed me - the strudel & the cream, 3 whiskeys at the bar, ‘he speaks third best I-talian.’ Christoph Waltz made me shiver and Melanie Laurent (who way outshined Kruger) was wonderful; she made me want to run home and play with my Chanel lipsticks, while watching B-Movies at the same time (thatttta girl!).

But I wasn’t as taken with it as I’d hoped I’d be. When we saw ‘Death Proof’ people stood up to cheer during the final car chase; when I saw ‘Planet Terror’ I had to go straight back in the next evening and see it again. By myself. ‘Inglourious’? Not so immediately ‘wow’d.

Perhaps it was because of all the poor reviews I’d read about it prior to it’s release.

Perhaps it was because it was such a long movie in such an uncomfortable cinema that I’d forgotten a lot of it by the time Jon was dragging my numb butt back to my car.

Perhaps it was because it just wasn’t that great.

I’m unconvinced.

So you can be damned sure that this ‘Orange Wednesday’ we’ll be back in the cinema, giving it another go and rooting for Mr Quentin T wholeheartedly, having stuffed ourselves silly with 2 for 1 pizzas at Pizza Express beforehand.

Re-iteration

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The West Wing

I finished it.

Other TV shows I’ve watched every single episode of, from start to finish:

* The X-Files

* Sex & The City

* The Office (UK)

This, like those above, made me want to start all over again, but I fear that impending SQL job performance may suffer if I neglect my e-textbook for too much longer.

So I guess it’ll just be seasons 3 and 4 again then:

* The Black Vera Wang

* Posse Comitatus

* 172, 100 Airplanes

* 20 Hours in America: Parts I & II

This sister tells you why: http://so-bambiesque.livejournal.com/50575.html



Bradley! Bradley!

Dead Snow

Hello, London FrightFest *(^o^)*

Machete

Jessica Alba - yes!
Robert DeNiro - yes!!
Lindsay Lohan - fucks sake, Rodriguez >.<

Photos from a BBQ

Photos from the Wedding

I got a job!

And I am super stoked about it :)

An Almost Made Up Poem

I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny
they are small, and the fountain is in France
where you wrote me that last letter and
I answered and never heard from you again.
You used to write insane poems about
ANGELS AND GOD, all in upper case, and you
knew famous artists and most of them
were your lovers, and I wrote back, it’s all right,
go ahead, enter their lives, I’m not jealous
because we’ve never met.

We got close once in
New Orleans, one half block, but never met, never
touched. So you went with the famous and wrote
about the famous, and, of course, what you found out
is that the famous are worried about
their fame –– not the beautiful young girl in bed
with them, who gives them that, and then awakens
in the morning to write upper case poems about
ANGELS AND GOD.

We know God is dead, they’ve told
us, but listening to you I wasn’t sure. Maybe
it was the upper case. You were one of the
best female poets and I told the publishers,
editors, “her, print her, she’s mad but she’s
magic. there’s no lie in her fire.” I loved you
like a man loves a woman he never touches, only
writes to, keeps little photographs of.

I would have
loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a
cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,
but that didn’t happen. Your letters got sadder.
Your lovers betrayed you. Kid, I wrote back, all
lovers betray. It didn’t help. You said
you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and
the bridge was over a river and you sat on the crying
bench every night and wept for the lovers who had
hurt and forgotten you. I wrote back but never
heard again. A friend wrote me of your suicide
3 or 4 months after it happened. If I had met you
I would probably have been unfair to you or you
to me. It was best like this.


Eesh. Issues.
Unix can honestly blow me. Final day of interview. I feel sick.