Ginger's follies, foibles and fixations.
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| You Listen to Me, Mr. Kick-Ass Ginger's follies, foibles and fixations. |
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Saturday, August 17, 2002 So like there's no Friday Five this week... And if I want to get anything accomplished today I'd better get off the damn computer. So many little things I wanted to update here but I'm forgetting them already... Entertainment News: Nell and I did the "pay-one-get-one-free" summer movie special last night (note: this is a euphemism for seeing more movies than we paid for). First we swallowed our pride and paid for Goldmember, which was actually much easier for me now that the unrelenting hype machine has more or less switched over to XXX. It took me years to see the first Austin Powers--which I thought was amusing if only infrequently laugh-out-loud funny--and I never did see the second one (mainly because I simply can not stand Heather Graham), but I tell ya, I haven't laughed that hard at a movie in a long time. Sure, many of the jokes were clunkers, and the plot, such as it was, wasn't much. But damn if I didn't laugh my ass off, even as I was thinking "that's pretty stupid!" Bwah! Mike Myers et. al. have apparently discovered some sort of techincal combination of sound and light that automatically trips the belly laugh center of the brain, irrespective of what is actually happening on screen. Bizarre. Oh yeah, and Beyonce Knowles was a lot of fun as Foxxy Cleopatra. I found myself wishing that she had more to do in the movie--she mostly just stands around looking great and occasionally saying something in blacksploitationese. Afterwards, our only real option was Blue Crush, which sounded like a goofy guilty pleasure. Again, I was surprised to find I really liked it (two for two!). I was afraid of it being a cheesy love story pretending to be a surf movie, but thankfully it was the opposite. The cheesy love story was given hardly more screen time than it deserved, and clearly the point of the whole thing was boards, waves and bonking-your-head-on-coral-reefs. Yay! Lots of great surf footage--either the actresses themselves are pretty competent surfers, or they had some incredible CG stuff going on. Not that I'm anything close to a surfer. I hardly even go outdoors (especially in the summer-gah). But the Hawaiian setting reminded me so much of my last trip there, where the water is so incredibly blue, clear and warm (and this was in January, mind you!) that now I long to go back. It's a perfect fun summer lets-sit-in-the-air-conditioning-for-a-while time waster. And with that, I must get out of here. So much to do! posted by Ginger | 2:06 PM Wednesday, August 14, 2002 Summer in the City (redux) Oops! It's hot again. Oh well, the niceness was nice while it lasted. Though I'm getting pretty used to it now, the heat is still exhausting and the air conditioning makes me sleepy, which is not a great combination when you're expected to be productive. Worse yet, the bosses are away in L.A., making me want to play! But I was good and got the grant done--thank GOD for the 24-hour Post Office (only in New York, folks). It was such a rush job at the end I missed a few typos--d'oh! But it's out of my hands now. Now, the Feds must decide whether they want kiddie theatre to continue or not (Oh Mr. Federal Grant-Giver: look, I say look into this child's eyes and tell her she won't get to see singing-dancing vegetables on stage next year! These innocent tears are on your head!) My neighbor (the proprietress of the Roach Motel) is still out of town, so I was able to get my weekly Simpsons and American Idol fixes. The former was fine, though these newer episodes aren't moving me as much as some. I guess if you've been going for ten+ years your occasions of reaching pure brilliance are farther between. The latter, however, was blah-trashy, with the delinquents this time warbling Burt Bacharach tunes. Yawn. Even though I still think he looks like Sideshow Bob, I am starting to understand what the gals see in that Justin guy (eeeeeeeee!) Last night I had something Important to say about how fame has nothing to do with talent, but I didn't get around to blogging and, really, I'm sure you've heard it all before. Still, I can't watch next week (I'll be free from the Roach Motel! Yayyyyyyy!) so I might try to see who cries tonight. It doesn't help that the "air conditioner" at the RM is about as effective as an ice cube in hell. I dunno--I managed to buy an air conditioner that, like, actually cools my apartment, but maybe my neighbor has an issue with comfort, or something. Still, she'll only be gone another week so I might as well get some TV in while I can stand it, and the cats surely do love the serious lap time. The things I go through in the name of duty and feline happiness...oy. posted by Ginger | 7:33 PM Sunday, August 11, 2002 This is what you get when you mix paranoia with utter stupidity--but without the paranoia. Keep in mind that they would let me carry on my 10" bamboo knitting needles. (tip o' the mouse to Tom Tomorrow) Gotta go write a budget before bedtime--after tomorrow I can breathe a little. posted by Ginger | 10:00 PM |
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