I love, love, love old school Nicolas Cage. This is one of my favorite scenes from 1989's Vampire's Kiss. It makes me laugh every time. Sometimes I get so pissed off that I want to do exactly what he does at the two minute mark. It's the adult equivalent of a childish tantrum.

omg--i hates the work )

Maybe my fangirly lurv of Rorschach has infected me with absolutist tendencies and a need to viciously defend my own personal morality. This would include throwing people down elevator shafts, which I might do if there were any in this building. Look...

Gah. He's ripping a piece of cloth. Oh, Walter. Why so hot? Why so hot even with a nasty bruise covering your cheek?

ramblings on rorschach's sexuality )
I'm still accepting requests for free hand-knitted hats by moi. You can ask for one by going to this entry. I'm doing them in the order I received the comments in, so the first three are going out tomorrow or Tuesday. [livejournal.com profile] fishchick, I've skipped down to do yours since I already have the yarn. I promise I will get hats out to the rest of you who asked, I just need to pick up the right color yarn from the craft store. They should all be mailed out in the next two weeks, though.

I watched a couple episodes of QI online, and I'm blaming [livejournal.com profile] keladry_lupin for it. I laughed so hard my side hurt. Now I'm downloading a full season via bit torrent.

When I was a teenager, I was in total love with Duncan Sheik. I hear he's doing well, though I've not followed his career for several years. Last night I was sorting through my CDs (which are currently in a disorganized state) and found his debut album. During the summers, my family always drove to Myrtle Beach for a week. Everyone in West Virgina drives to Myrtle Beach in South Carolina for a vacation before school resumes. It's a day's drive--leave at five o'clock in the morning and you can get there before dinner. One summer I listened to Duncan Sheik's debut album on repeat for the entire drive. The rest of the family was enjoying oldies on the radio; I had my CD walkman and some cheap headphones that broke on the way back. I was devastated. The album always reminds me of being some sort of pseudo-angsty teenager, riding in a completely uncool van with my parents and brothers on the way to one of the tackiest beaches ever. And being happy about it because I love the ocean and knew I could weasel my dad into buying me a cheesy souvenir from Eagles.

It also didn't hurt that I thought Duncan was the most gorgeous person on the face of the planet. I spent the drive staring longingly at his album cover, convinced that if we ever met he would fall madly in love with me. Teenage girls, man. They live in a world of their own.

P.S. - I watched Jude this evening. What a downer. Great movie, but not so much for the light and fluffy. I'm totally depressed now, even if I did get to see Christopher Eccleston's naked ass.
I finally broke down and bought matinée tickets to Watchmen last night. I love movies, but I don't enjoy going to the movies. It's a cold day in hell (which happens approximately two times a year) when I actually enter a movie theater. The film was fantastic; I really enjoyed it. They followed the graphic novel closer than I thought they would, and some of the scenes were beautifully filmed with perfect casting choices. I'm extremely critical about action films, specifically super hero ones, so I was worried they were going to give Watchmen a treatment like The Dark Knight. That would have just killed me because I hated that last Batman movie. But no, they did a very good job of fleshing out the characters and plot with surprisingly little unneeded action. Yay for a wonderful job of pacing, you lovely movie makers. Jason's not familiar with the book, but he loved the movie. I've spent the afternoon waving my copy of the graphic novel around, telling him that I know he wants to read it.

I still fangirl Rorschach like woah. He's one of the most solid, complicated, interesting, flawed, tortured characters I've come across in fiction. I love it, and if I was a stupid girl, I'd totally write some Mary-Sue/Rorschach. But I won't because that would bastardize his character and strip away everything that makes him what he is.

In slightly related news, holy crap, I'm still writing. Yay for that, too. And it's chaptered. It's been over a year since I've written anything with chapters. I was beginning to forget what 'Chapter 2' looked like.

And now for the domestic bliss portion of this blog entry in which I convince all of you that I can cook, even if my skills in the kitchen are slightly dodgy.

crushed heirloom potatoes )

Also, at the risk of the man himself (Prince) tracking me down and suing me for the measly contents of my savings account, I still uploaded this killer track for anyone who's never had the pleasure of hearing it before. Why? Because he says things like, "First I need a picture of your mother to verify the fact that there's not another one in the universe so supreme." Come on! So smooth! Oh, explicit lyrics and sexual content. Not work safe. It's Prince; you can't expect it to be clean.
I feel like wallowing in the depression of Sunday night. I hate Sunday nights. I'm terribly melancholy at the moment, and I can't seem to pull myself out of it. I tried to cheer myself by looking at tea cups and saucers on EBay, but I didn't find anything I want.

You know, I desperately want to love film noir movies. Really, I do. Maybe I've just got off on the wrong foot with the genre? Does anyone know a thing about them? Can someone recommend me some titles? I'm not big on Hitchcock, but I don't know if he can be considered film noir. Something not like Hitchcock would be good.

Instead of trying to make myself feel better about going to work tomorrow, I'm listening to Evie Sands. I adore her so much. Half the time, I think I was born in the wrong decade when it comes to music.

more evie )

What the crap happened in the 1970's? The soul music genre morphed into some sort of smooth soundtrack to a roller skating movie. It turns my stomach, and I always go back to the raw stuff from the '50s and '60s.
anogete: (mill owners)
( Feb. 14th, 2009 06:36 pm)
I love the The H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society. They've released the trailer for The Whisperer in Darkness, and I think it looks fantastic. You can watch it right here.

And when I pulled up the HPLHS's website to link it here, I saw their link to this article about a North American Stonehenge under Lake Michigan.

I finally decided to part with $35 and subscribe to Fantasy and Science Fiction Magazine. It's wonderful, and anyone who enjoys short stories should give it a whirl. You can find copies on the shelves of any decent bookstore that deals in magazines. I've seen them at Barnes and Noble before. I'm using it to slow my tendency to devour novels. I've already finished five novels and a collection of short stories this month, and we're just now at the half-way point. It's a good thing I buy used or I'd be unable to pay the rent.

Jason and I aren't big Valentine's Day people. We both usually forget about it and don't do anything. However, I was reminded of it today when I went to the grocery to get eggs and saw a mass of frantic men spending far too much money on flowers, candy, and chocolate-covered strawberries. I'm guessing some of them were a bit late since it was nearly 1:00 in the afternoon before they rushed out to purchase the bribery.
I haven't had an instant messenging service on my computer for years, so I don't know what got into me last night, but I downloaded Trillian. If you're bored and so inclined, you can contact me with any of the following services. If I don't respond back immediately, it's because I'm trying to figure out how to work this new technology. If you have an account with any of the services and aren't opposed to being internet-stalked by me (I kid, I kid), leave your username(s) as a comment so my contact list on Trillian isn't so pathetic and empty.

AIM: anogete1981
YAHOO: anogete527
MSN: anogete527@yahoo.com
ICQ: 399157037

I talked Jason into renting Appaloosa because I have a thing for neo-westerns. I'm sure it all started with Deadwood and was exacerbated by The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford and Seraphim Falls. Okay, so I watched Seraphim Falls for Liam Neeson's hotness, but I can hardly be blamed for that. I mean, look at him. Oh, all right. Fine. So I might be watching Appaloosa for the eyecandy, too. I mean, I'm still in love with Viggo Mortensen after seeing him in Eastern Promises. The Russian accent? The badassness and danger? The tattoos and intrigue? Plus, he looks ridiculously good in sunglasses.

anogete: (mill owners)
( Jan. 19th, 2009 10:51 pm)
I just spent part of my evening watching His Girl Friday on YouTube. The dialogue is fantastic, and I fell in love with it immediately. Some kind soul has uploaded the entire movie (in eleven parts) for free viewing, beginning here. It's totally worth your time.

For those who aren't familiar, the film revolves around Hildy Johnson, a woman who used to be married to Walter Burns, the editor for a newspaper. Hildy was also Burns's lead reporter before she divorced him and got engaged to an insurance salesman named Bruce. In an effort to thwart Hildy's marriage to Bruce, Burns talks her into taking up a story on a man he believes was wrongfully convicted of shooting a police officer instead of traveling to Albany to get married.

The entire movie was lovely, especially the bit when you first see Hildy interact with her ex-husband, Walter Burns. However, I really enjoyed the scene posted below. Obviously, someone else loved it as well and posted it on YouTube. Carey Grant's line at 3:12 makes me laugh so hard. He commands the escaped prisoner to get back into the roll top desk by saying, "Get back in there, you mock turtle!"

anogete: (stalker)
( Jan. 16th, 2009 08:18 pm)
Breaking the Waves is one of my favorite films. It was directed (and I believe also written) by Lars von Trier, and it follows his Dogma 98 principles. Basically, this means that all scenes were filmed on location and no set was built for any scenes. There is also no artificial lighting, soundtrack, or sound effects other than what is picked up by the sound equipment while filming. Because of these stringent rules, the bumpers for each "chapter" have even more impact. They are all a single shot of a beautiful landscape with several seconds of a popular 1970's rock song playing. I'm not doing it any justice with this explanation, but some kind soul actually cut and pasted all of these chapter bumpers together for upload onto YouTube. I find each bumper incredibly fascinating for some reason, and I watch this video of them at least once a week. Obviously, I'm weird, but I don't think anyone could deny the beauty of them.

Mitch Pileggi, I love you. Do me, baby. I rented The X-Files movie (I Want to Believe?) this evening with trepidation. I had heard horrible things about it. Truth be told, it was rather crappy. Back when the movie was in production, I read a blurb about Mitch Pileggi saying he had not been asked to appear in the film as Walter Skinner. I wept my fangirl tears because I would have sex with Walter Skinner is a nanosecond. Well, hopefully the sex wouldn't be a nanosecond, but it would only take me that long to decide. Anyway, you all get the point. Skinner is a hot tamale, and I love him sooooo. Imagine my squeals of delight when Skinner appeared on screen a few minutes before the movie ended. Jason looked at me like I'd lost my mind when I jumped out of my chair and screamed Skinner's name. He may even be jealous of the sexy Assistant Director after my display of undying adoration.

Now I'm all giddy and thinking naughty Skinner thoughts. It's 11:00 at night, and I have to work tomorrow. I can't stay up to the wee hours of the morning and read dirty fanfic about Skinner. Or can I? Four hours of sleep is enough to function on, right? I mean, I have enough money in my wallet for a double-shot latte at Starbucks, and there is one on my way into the office. Jason doesn't have to work, but he says we're going to bed at the usual time (midnight). I'm going to go ahead and let him believe that while I see if Skinnerotica is still active. Sleep is for weenies.
Hold up... Javier Bardem, that creepy guy from No Country for Old Men is actually really freakin' HOT. Did anyone else know this? Why wasn't I told he was a hunk of Spanish yumminess? My world is askew now. Of course, this does not mean I want Anton Chigurh to kill me with a cattle gun. But you can bet your ass, I'd let him tie me up for as long as he'd like.

On what may or may not be a related note... When I skimmed Lloyd's latest album, I must have missed the absolute gem that is "Year of the Lover". With a song title like that, you know you want to go listen to it on YouTube. And if you don't, then let me entice you with these lyrics: "I'm a catch you in the shower while you're dripping wet. I'm a come and kiss your neck, you gon' kiss my back. How sexy is that? Rub your teardrop, put your body on the counter. You gon' say, 'Do that, daddy'. I'm gon' say, "Okay, momma'. Wrap you in a towel and bring you over to the bed. I'll watch you spread and get in between your legs. Now, I know that you won't give my loving to no other. We on top of the covers."
anogete: (p&p)
( Dec. 29th, 2008 04:07 pm)
After half the people on my flist told me Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day is the most wonderful movie, I finally watched it this weekend. Oh my, it was fantastic. I don't know if I swooned more over Michael (Lee Pace) or Joe (Ciaran Hinds).

[livejournal.com profile] ccangel42 reminded me of another album I used to own years ago--Joey Lawrence's debut. It was cheesetastic, and I really do mean that. Wanna hear a couple songs?
Justa 'Nother Love Song (my personal favorite on the album)
My Girl
Yes, I really did listen to this non-stop when I was twelve.

I have to run an errand for work, so I'm leaving early. I think I'll just happen to stop by the book store on my way home and pick up Jennifer Cruise's Bet Me since [livejournal.com profile] dressagegrrrl recommended it so highly. I like romance novels, but finding just the right novels or authors is such a daunting task in a genre with so many. Rec me romance-ish books if you know of something worthwhile.
anogete: (stalker)
( Dec. 26th, 2008 01:00 pm)
Lars von Trier is one of my favorite film makers and writers. His work is indescribably gorgeous in more ways than the visual, though the visual is astounding all on its own. I'm always surprised when people are unfamiliar with his work because it is not so obtuse or difficult to find in a video store. If you're looking for a movie or two to watch, then I've linked the trailers to some of my favorite von Trier films below.

the films are so much better than the trailers, unlike most blockbusters nowadays when the trailer is better than the movie )

On a side note--it's snowing! Jason and I were running errands (i.e. buying gerbil/hamster food) when the white stuff started pouring from the sky. We grabbed some food for dinner to be heated up later and hurried home. People in Albuquerque were never taught how to drive in inclement weather conditions, and I certainly don't want to be rear-ended by someone who doesn't slow down while driving on snow/ice.
oh, goodness, you'll all hate me. )
anogete: (fangirl attack)
( Dec. 23rd, 2008 08:52 pm)
Jason and I have finally broken down and rented the damn Batman movie--The Dark Knight. It has to be decent, right? So many of you like it, but I have reservations. And two and a half hours? For real? If you're not Andrei Tarkovsky, then your movie shouldn't be clocking in past two hours. I'll eat my words if I adore the film, but I've just seen one too many girls dressed up like The Joker to have much confidence. Plus, this will always be my Joker.

this song is perfection )
I don't have or want children, but I was appalled at this news story. I don't see how any mother could make the statement this woman did by saying, "I need my job more than I need my child." The general gist is that she works the overnight shift at Wal-Mart and says this means she only sees her daughter about an hour each day. For the reason, she wants to give up her daughter to whoever will take her. Fortunately, it appears that this woman's brother has stepped forward and asked for custody of the little girl. I couldn't give up my dog just like that, so I don't see how anyone could give up their kid just like that.

Jason and I watched Salò, an Italian film from 1975. Can you say crappola? It has been touted as one of the most controversial and disturbing films ever. I found it incredibly silly and worthy of the MST3K treatment. Once you take away realism, any subject matter loses its disturbing qualities. However, if you want to see copious boobs and penises, then definitely give this one a shot. However, if you do not want to see people eating poop (yes, poop), then you probably want to pass it over. There are quite a few poop-eating scenes with sexual undertones. Ewww. I'm just sayin'...

Okay, going to bed now. I've had my double shot of NyQuil and a large mug of chamomile tea. Oh, medication, I love you.
I am not going to get sick. I am not going to get sick. Yesterday morning I felt the beginnings of a sore throat--just the faint sensation of my lungs not working at full capacity. I ingested copious amounts of orange juice and Emergen-C. I had healthy vegetable soup for dinner. All the things you're supposed to do to make your body happy. This morning it was worse, and the sinus drainage had begun. Have I mentioned how much I hate having a sore throat? I hate it almost as much as I hated that dreadful movie I'm Not There. I added a decongestant/expectorant to my I-refuse-to-get-sick arsenal this morning. I won't even go into my tales of the drug store adventures this morning. I have never heard hacking, grunting, snuffling, and groaning quite like the sounds coming from the woman who insisted on following me around the store during my hunt for yellow nail polish and medicine.

Gambit is going to be in the Wolverine movie. I have had a crush on Gambit since I was ten years old. Actually, he was my first crush. Did I like the boys at my school? No. I liked a thieving Cajan with in a trench coat. Obviously, even at such a young age, my taste in men was refined. I'm not wildly excited about the fellow (Taylor Kitsch) cast to portray my first love, but I will say that he looks quite fetching in this picture. So, I'm rolling with it. Plus, as [livejournal.com profile] falco_conlon pointed out: Hugh Jackman and Liev Schreiber together. Unf, unf, unf.

And now for a meme that several on my flist have been doing...

Post the first sentence or two from the first blog entry of each month. It's like a skewed retrospective of my year.

obviously, i did nothing of importance in 2008 )
anogete: (msr)
( Nov. 29th, 2008 08:31 pm)
You know, I had forgotten how absolutely gorgeous and powerful the Lord of the Rings movies are. Jason and I went to dinner with his father, his father's "partner" (because people over the age of 40 don't like calling their SOs girl/boyfriend), sister, and sister's kidlet. We went to the Japanese Kitchen, which I cannot eat at, seeing as how the vegetables are cook about TWO INCHES FROM THE MEAT. Oh, gross. No can do. I drank a glass of water instead. Anyway, all social outings drain my energy, so when we got back to the apartment, I grabbed some leftover pizza and settled down to pass out. However, The Two Towers is on, and it's just fantastic. I can't stop watching it, even if I'm pooped.

Jason's sister wanted a knitted beanie, which I threw together last night and finished this morning. My next project is this Edna St. Vincent Millay Cloche. I've always wanted to knit and felt a fabulous hat, but I've never found a pattern I liked enough. Considering that my favorite hand-knit hat was lost in the move a few months back, I need to get this one going tonight. The weather is cold enough for it already.

I started the second book in J.R. Ward's Black Dagger Brotherhood series yesterday afternoon. I have less than a hundred pages left of the four hundred fifty page book. Obviously, I'm enjoying it. This is not exactly a surprise. My romantic weakness is the idea that only one woman can manage to connect with and/or bust through the facade of a certain man. My penchant for this sort of relationship is fairly obvious in nearly every pairing I latch onto. As for this particular series, I can definitely say I like the second novel better than the first.

A couple people on my flist posted the clip of Rick Astley performing on the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. And I'd just like to say that Mr. Astley has aged oh-so-well. And I love that song. I could listen to it over and over again without tiring of it. And Barry Manilow covered it. I effin' love me some Barry. No, I'm not being ironic. The last time I was in Vegas, I oogled the side of the Hilton because they had a gigantic vertical banner on the side of the building with Barry Manilow's picture on it. Alas, we did not have the reservations or time to catch the show, seeing as how we were there for a stupid wedding of Jason's friend. A wedding that led to a marriage of approximately twelve whole months before the bride starting whoring herself out to various assistant managers at Chuck E. Cheese. For real.
anogete: (bjork)
( Nov. 23rd, 2008 10:40 pm)
So, I found a copy of Let the Right One In on a torrent site. It's a Swedish film (Låt den rätte komma in) based off a Swedish novel of the same name. And, it is oh-so-beautiful. I hear it is running in some theaters across the country, but none here in Albuquerque. If it is showing in your city, you should drop everything and go see it tomorrow. If you can't find it where you live, you can always download a torrent copy. This is the copy I downloaded. You'll need a torrent client to access it, of course.

Anyway, the story is about a young boy who is constantly bullied and picked on, but lacks the will to fight back. He befriends a young girl who moves in next door, but she only comes out at night, and she's quite strange. She encourages him to fight back against these bullies, even offers to help him. After several murders occur, he realizes that she's a vampire. A two hundred year old vampire, to be exact, though she is physically only twelve. The framing, lighting--everything--is just gorgeous and haunting. The two children cast in the main roles are perfect. And the best thing--it's probably the most unusual (yet touching) love story you'll ever see. The dialogue is actually very thin in this movie, so don't fret too much if you dislike subtitles. It is still well worth your time.

On a craptastic note, I had to go into the office this afternoon. The boss's father passed away on Thursday night. I took Friday off, so I didn't find out until Payroll Girl e-mail my personal account with the bad news. The boss is taking off for Texas tomorrow and needs all of the work I would have done throughout the coming short week done before 11:00am Monday morning. Yikes. I popped into my office and gathered up the paperwork I needed to get some things done at home. Luckily, I managed to get most of it done this afternoon. At least the place will be quiet with three employees out on Tuesday and Wednesday. That's what happens when you work for a family business. Over half the office is related. There are only three of us who aren't married to or birthed by one of the owners.
anogete: (carnivale)
( Nov. 2nd, 2008 11:10 am)
I watched The Fall last night. I haven't formed my complete opinion of the film, but I do know that I enjoyed it greatly. The visuals alone were spectacular. The basic premise of the film revolves around a young girl in a hospital in the 1920s who meets and befriends a fellow patient named Roy. Roy is an injured stunt man from the movies, and he begins to tell her an epic tale in an effort to trick her into stealing morphine for him because he wants to die. As he tells her the story, you see the happenings of it through her eyes with the characters taking on the shape of people in her everyday life. The film jumps back and forth between reality and Roy's story. However, as the tale progresses, it becomes clear that reality and fantasy are bleeding together. Lee Pace (Roy) and Catinca Untaru (Alexandria) are both fantastic, and the scenes between them are both touching and funny.

This is the trailer...

One of my favorite parts of the movie is shown in the trailer around the minute mark. Roy stops telling her the story to ask her a question, and Alexandria says, "You always stop at the same part when it's very beautiful." I just love the way she says it.

a couple other clips from the movie )


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