last night
February 3, 2010
Buried deep inside me, there’s a little femme girl, fighting her way out by way of bright red skirts and black heels.
-CJ
look where I am
February 1, 2010
…and have been since October of last year but I kind of forgot.
http://ingalagringa.com/womanifestos/calamityJill.html
This certainly doesn’t make me special – I think anything you submit can be shared including crap on a log (pending confirmation) but it is pretty nice to see my literary hero alongside my pseudonym in an URL that I didn’t make up.
-CJ
disappointment
February 1, 2010
Over the weekend I was victim to a copy of The Lovely Bones; a DVD meant for ‘awards consideration only.’ I considered punching myself regretfully for bothering with the flick. I loathed that movie and stared directly at my cohort next to me and simply shook my head when it finally ended. I can absolutely appreciate the visionary aspect of the heaven-like place that Susie Salmon finds herself in, becase, holyfuck, that was cool. Aside from that I want 135 minutes of my life back.
The Grammy game went surprisingly slow though there were multiple instances of two or more consecutive drinks. Eventually I made myself a real cocktail and shortly after, got really sick of the dragged out mediocre performances save for Stevie Nicks on Rhiannon (where my ninja gets her first name, excitingly enough). If we’d watched the whole thing on mute and just admired some of the excruciatingly beautiful people I think it would have been much better.
No more award shows or award-consideration bootlegs for me.
-CJ
