I Want To See...

Saying Goodbye.... And Hello (Again).

Sigh.

I suppose it is about time to admit that perhaps distance does not in fact make the heart grow fonder; as of Thursday, Mr. Mike H. and I have called it quits.
I suppose I'm sad, after all I did enjoy spending time with him when we got the chance to (which was only a couple of times since we live in different countries) and it does feel odd not talking to him since I have been doing so for the past 6 months; but it was over.
I guess what really bothers me is that he has absolutely no desire to be my friend or even speak to me, and I'm not exactly use to that when it comes with exes (an issue that always made him angry).
Ah well.
I suppose it wasn't fair of me to stay in a relationship with him anyways when I still had such strong feelings for someone else that I just couldn't shake...

ANYWAYS.

Saturday Lance and I got together for one of our super amazing meuvie days (oh how I missed them so!) filled with foodies, meuvies, and.... um, other things. He kept saying he wanted to watch something like Funny Games (i.e.: disturbing and violent) and instead of popping in another Haneke film, I decided to choose a couple things that were more... mainstream-esque (?), plus we talk way too much to read subtitles. I had obviously seen both films (Henry is one of my all-time favorites), so I was aware of my feelings for them; turns out he was also a fan! Then again, he always did love everything I showed him... I just ooze amazing cinematic taste and that's one of the reasons he enjoys me so.
Today I have the day off from work and I have not the slightest idea what to do with myself.
I've been up since 9 o'clock and still have yet to do anything except run downstairs and pay my rent. Perhaps eating something to creep onto the agenda, but I have no idea what I'm hungry for!

Ugh, I hate days like this.
Yesterday I was lucky because when we woke up (for the second time), we drove on up to Paper Moon where we had a rather long breakfast where we mostly talked about our exes.
We are horrible people.
I wish I could have another delcious breakfast like that one....

Well, It's About Damn Time!

According to Amazon.com, come October 6th the world (mostly horror meuvie fans) will finally be able to see the film they have been clamoring for for 2 years now, Trick 'r Treat.
I, myself, am really looking forward to this. I can still remember seeing the trailer last year and thinking, "WTF!? Why am I not allowed to see this?! Shame on you Warner Bros.!" Different release have been floating around for a long time now and to be honest, part of me doubts that is will be released in October... sigh, must I be so pessimistic all of the time?
I will tell you this though, along with this film there are a couple others that are being released this fall and I can't WAIT to add 'em to my collection!

New Viewing Pleasures.

As of late, I have been tired (and then wide awake), blue (and then ecstatic); basically I've been a hot and cold mess for the past 2 weeks.
Attractive.
But I'm feeling better now, I guess, and now have only the annoying-ness of allergies to tend to.
As of late I am thrilled to report that I have seen two of the films I have been dying tsee all summer long (which you can see in "poster" form)!!! I have to keep the fact that I broke down and watch Antichrist online from my best friend, Evan, because if he finds out our friendship is "over". You see, we kind of made a promise to each other that we wouldn't view without the other. Lars von Trier is sort of "our" director; we saw his last meuvie, Boss of it All, on our first date (which was basically a blind date that started off SO horrible that we hated each other and ended with us dating for 6 months, and then a couple years later, becoming joined at the hip so to speak.) and so it is only natural that since both of us are such big fans (me more than him though), that we see the latest masterpiece together; either in the theaters (if we are so lucky to have it released in Baltimore) or on OnDemand when the IFC premieres it in October. Obviously, I am not going to spill the beans and we will still see it together, but I have a feeling that he'll get it out of me if he actually pushes it... I can't keep a secret to save my life.
Yesterday I FINALLY watched Pontypool, a film that basically everyone and their mother (in the Horror meuvie world) has seen. I had read about this in Entertainment Weekly months ago and was hoping that it would eventually make it here, to glorious Baltimore. Well, I waited and waited; but alas no Pontypool playing in the city (or the county).
Finally I found it online and got the chance to see what all of the hullabaloo was about, and I agreed! It had a really interesting premise and I rather enjoyed the fact that it took place in a single location; definitely gave me the willies.
When I was little, and wanting to watch all of the cool slasher meuvies that the big kids were allowed to see, my mom use to always tell me that usually what happens off-screen is more terrifying than what happens in front of the camera; so I was relegated to watching black & white horror meuvies which I now realize were "classics". What I'm getting at is that with Pontypool most of the scary scenes (for me) came from the phone calls the radio station received concerning what the heck was going on in their town.
Wonderful!
As of right now, I am pretty curious as to what the Pontypool novels are like but with the already large reading list I have created for myself (right now I am undertaking Sleazoid Express) I am going to have to wait a few months to find out.
With this week turning out to be the week where I catch up on meuvies I have been dying to see, I suppose it is only right that I continue on with Deadgirl (I just looooove the poster art!). I am about half way through it already and so far, so good; nothing spectacular. In fact, in reminds me very much of my favorite film from this past year's Maryland Film Festival, Make-Out with Violence, without the rape though. What does impress me about the meuvie is that it was written by Trent Haaga! When I was in high school I had a strange crush on him after watching him on Troma's Edge T.V. and now seeing that he wrote something of this "caliber", well, it makes me happy. I know he still does tons and tons for Troma so it was nice to see him branch out a touch. :)
My problem is that after I finish Deadgirl I don't know what to follow it up with?! What other good gems are out there----- ah wait! Who knew a little searching around on the internet would help me find my next meuvie undertaking; I Sell The Dead it is!
I can't wait to one day have my computer fixed or a new one, because I miss downloading meuvies... streaming whomps. Especially on this computer.

Cherry Pie.

Once I found out that the annual Lynch Fest was happening this weekend, I decided to dust off my Twin Peaks dvds and settle down to watch 'em. About 3 years ago I went to the first Twin Peaks Fest that has now morphed into the Lynch Fest; and I'm sure the festival I went to was mighty different then what it is now. Then, the first night had tons of bands playing and record swapping--- with the viewing of Lynch rarities during the day--- and the second night screened Eraserhead with Ken's (he who runs/ran the fest) band playing the soundtrack to it. And let's not forget the Miss Twin Peaks contest that I was runner-up in; my prize was a tin foil crown with a blue rose on it and a Laura Palmer (wrapped in plastic) doll made by Ken. Kind of funny that that convention started my romance with Jeremy.... pure insanity.
I know I am trying to save my pennies for my (hopefully) upcoming trip to Ottawa for Mike's birthday, but I think I can spare the $5 for it.
I think....
Blerf.
I have ants in my pants today, as soon as she wakes up we are outta here and off to wander around. Perhaps we'll hit up Mount Vernon instead of the boring Inner Harbor; gawd I hate that place.

True Love.

What do you think? Too much?

Bergman & Wolves.

Naomi is once again asleep (she had a very early nap this morning; teething) and since I'm feeling depressed and crummy, I think its time I popped in the meuvie I brought with me to work today:

I realize that Bergman isn't exactly a "pick-me-up" sort of director, but he is for me.

Crap.

I don't think claiming that I have a "bad case of the Mondays" even begins to describe this day. Sometimes I have dreams where horrible things happen and I will myself to open my eyes and shoot up really quickly, take a long look at my surroundings and make sure that I am, in face, awake. Unfortunately today is not a bad dream, it is a bad reality. I don't what's going on with me... obviously the lack of medicine is screwing with me; but perhaps it also has to do with the fact that I don't really eat anymore--- actually no, I do eat but one of the side effects of not being on my medicine and "withdrawing" from it, so to speak, is nausea. And well, usually when I eat I end up throwing most of it up.
But realistically, that has its benefits (hehehe).

So yeah, I have spent the day feeling crappy for being a bad girlfriend. The morning argument began with both of us having a point and quickly disintegrated into me being a total bitch -face.
Its one of those days where I want to crawl into a hole and not come out until sunrise; hopefully by then my evil attitude will have diminished. It just whomps because Mike is a nice guy... a really nice guy in fact, but we tend to handle things differently and that can make for crap-tastic arguments.

I hate fighting. I really do.
But how in the world is one supposed to prove that, when all they do is get stressed out and almost explode.

Goobles.

I wish I were a shark or an EEL and I could swim far away from my bad attitude and all of the negative things that bring it on...

Weekend Shweekend.

Enough of hearing about how drama-filled my morning was. I feel better now, I ate my breakfast and am drinking my tea; the combination of these two things makes me get back to my normal emotion of not giving a shit. ;) Plus, I had a pretty nice weekend so I shouldn't throw all of that out of the window just because Mike and I argued..
On Friday I was actually lucky enough to get off work when I am supposed to; at 5:30! I don't remember the last time Naomi's parents came home before 6:30!? But trust me, I am not complaining about them working later; them work late means that I get overtime and overtime means I can actually pay my rent. ;)
After I left work, I decided to wonder down to the mall in the Inner Harbor to pick up a pair of bright orange heels that I have been eying for a couple months now and some new jeans.
(All very exciting, I realize.)
Anyways, after dressing myself I put on my big black boots that I had retired a year ago and headed down to the Talking Head to take in a little of Filth City Fest. Much to my dismay I missed the one band I really wanted to see, Pizza Face, but I ended up buying one of their t-shirts (it had a precious shark on it!) and they gave me two of their EPs which I have no idea what to do with since I don't have a stereo system anymore. ;) Little did I know that I was in for quite the treat because White Mice were playing this festival and they put on quite the show! I had no idea who they were, but after Tweeting about 'em, Leigh (the other member of Daiquiri) informed me of who they were and the next day Mike informed me that Daiquiri also played with them before.
I suppose the real "news" of the weekend was that after coming home rather early from Filth City Fest I called Lance and he came over for an hour and a half. Well, I guess I should say he didn't exactly come over as opposed to come get a few things, with some girl he went to college with (?). I am still very up in the air what the hell she was doing in Baltimore (going to a wedding), but she seemed nice enough... I was a little confused as to why he took her to all of OUR places, but whatever, that's something he would do.... he's a creature of habit so to speak. ;)
On Saturday I dragged myself out of bed around noon and decided to not only take myself out to lunch at the fabulous new restaurant, Maisey's, but also to see the most anticipated meuvie of the month (haha) and I totally LOVED it. This shouldn't come as a surprise since almost every one who has seen it has enjoyed it.
Whelp, its lunch time so I had better get this little Kiddle some foodies and some for myself also!

Aftermath.

After talking on the phone with him for over an hour, he successfully succeeded in tearing my self-esteem down to nothing. In fact, I think I see some of the tattered pieces blowing next to the air conditioner.
Wow.
I don't think I have felt this bad about myself in years... maybe, 3 or 4 years.

13 Times.

While I was off seeing the greatest band in the world, for the thirteenth time, on Saturday (The B-52's), my boyfriend took a break from the film he's working on and played a show with one of his bands, 2 Fans:

I've never seen either of his bands perform (the other one is *Major Group* Daiquiri) basically because I don't live in Canada and he hasn't gone on tour in the States in 6 months or so. Although, now that I think about it, I believe he mentioned that they will be touring again in December with Neil Hamburger, who happens to be his bestie.
How precious.

I think I am going to take advantage of the fact that the Kiddle is asleep and view Machine Girl. I finally finished watching Tokyo Gore Police the other night while staying at my Mom's place in boring as dirt DC.
Seriously, the only exciting thing about my two nights there (besides seeing The AMAZING B-52's) was that on Saturday I went to Eastern Market with my sister and bought a fabulous MOD dress from the 60's, an orange flower broach from the same era, and a Scrabble tile ring with the letter P on it for my precious meower, Pretzel Shark.

More later...

More Summer Meuvies!

More of the Summer meuvies I can't wait for!

I wonder how my lack of money is going to work with my list of "must-sees"?

Buh-Bye Rent.

I feel as if ever since last week my life has been a jumble of good and bad. The latest on the bad front would be my horrible ex-boyfriend deciding that the right thing to do right before I pay my rent is to cash one of the checks I wrote him (which was for a HUGE bookcase we bought together that he would have had to demolish and be in the apartment for an extended period of time.). Now I have no qualms about paying him for the bookcase, he did spend the $250 on it and I did insist on him letting me keep it since it housed my books and knick-knacks so perfectly, but to have him be nasty and cash one of them when he knew I would have to be shelling out almost $900 for rent--- that just boils my potatoes; especially since because of his doing that I was/am $32 short on my rent! Thankfully, my mom had no problemo giving me the money.... whew!
Is it wrong that I want to shove him through a window and watch his bones break as he smashes into the ground, 17 floors below? Perhaps that's a little harsh, but as of right now... I feel it is not harsh enough.
Anway, because of him being dirty I was unable to FINALLY go to see Moon! :( I am rather upset with this because the film leaves the theater on Thursday... sigh... I miss having Graboid.

Sigh.

Naomi just woke up. A nanny's job is never done.

Praise Geezus For Meuvie Invites.

Woo hoo!
So I took a nap and before I drifted off, I thought of some things I could do to improve my "blech" of a mood.
And lo and behold when I woke up there was an invitation to the movies, to see Moon, from Nick!

Blech.

Blech.
I feel crummy. Not exactly "crummy" I suppose, but not exactly groovy either.
After work yesterday, I did nothing. I felt so bored that all I could do was lie on my couch and talk on the telephone. How old am I? 16!?
Sigh.
One would think that with all of the meuvies and books that cover my apartment, I would be able to choose one or the other to occupy my time; but I didn't and I am now left with a feeling of dread in my stomach.
Blech.
I should have taken myself out to the meuvies, but since I spent moneys on nothing this past weekend, I can't really go and do that.

Yuck. I must be depressed. :-/

So here I am at work, stuffing my face with Tostitos chips, which I don't even really like in the least, and feeling like garbage for doing it.
I really have no idea how to get myself out of this slump. Last week I made a promise to myself that I would fill up my schedule with things to do. It all seemed to be going well, until Sunday (which is my usual day of "blah") and I my blues came back.
Could I be lonely?
If I am, I sure know why...... I wish I didn't make such ridiculous decisions, who knows what would have been?

The Mondays,

Monday, Monday, Monday... it's Monday!
From the photo/poster to the right, its easy to assume that I did indeed make it out to another meuvie this weekend; only this time I went with a buddy (ex-bf Nick). Even though this wasn't on the list I put up the other day of My Summer Movies, Hurt Locker was most definitely one I was looking forward to seeing.
I'm not exactly a big war meuvie fan, sure there are some that I enjoy (the usuals: Apocalypse Now, Full Metal Jacket, etc.), but I wouldn't call myself an afficianado by any means; so me wanting to actually go view this in a theater was rather "odd". I am happy to to say that is was quite good, very different from other war films in the sense that there isn't exactly a story its more of a look at Bravo (?) Company's last 39 days at war. I guess what surprised me the most was seeing Guy Pierce and Ralph Fiennes pop up in the film for only a handful of minutes.
Neat.
I went to Amy's fundraiser on Saturday with my sister and her friend... honestly, it was pretty boring and the bartenders couldn't make a good drink to save their lives.
Basically it was whomp city.
I did nothing else for the rest of the weekend. Sunday was depressing as per usual and the day flew by in a slow but ultra-fast way... it made no sense.

I thought I had more to say, and I do, but I desperately want to curl up on the couch and squeeze in a nap while zee Kiddle sleeps!

One Down...

And only about 15 more to go! :p
REALLY great film; I feel like it should have played at the Maryland Film Fest though... ah well, at least I got to see it in the theater instead of waiting forever until it's DVD release.

My Saturday.

I'm proud of my little Amy for being such a good person and standing up and a being a part of sothing she believes in! We were so close a couple years ago, but since I was a brat and she was young and in love, we grew apart. I love her so much and I am so happy that I will be getting the chance to say goodbye to her as she travels New England telling everyone about the Invisible Children!

Ultra Gore For The Gore Whore.

I've been putting off seeing this for way too long:

I'll probably have a nice ol' review up on Gutter by today or Monday. :)

Christopher Moore & Mishka.

A kink has been thrown in my make-believe book club of one; I no longer feel the urge to conquer World War Z. Another book has arrived upon my doorstep and I believe a good follow up to Hero and When You Are Engulfed In Flames. I distinctly remember seeing the cover of this book in various bookstores and probably even online, but never really thought much except "Wow, neat cover." But last week when I Tweeted about the latest David Sedaris being the cure for the blues--- at least mine, one of my Twitter buddies informed me that Christopher Moore was the author who helped him when he was feeling crappy or needed a chuckle. Knowing that even once I finished the David Sedaris I would still need a grand arsenal of "feel good" literature, I immediately hopped on Amazon and ordered two of his novels.

I can't tell you how much I am looking forward to reading these. I have a huge book list upstairs of ultra serious novels and basically film text books. But its summer time and that means fun reading is in order!

The funny thing (at least to me) was that a few years ago my Mom bought me a book-a-day calendar for X-mas and Island of the Sequined Love Nun was one of the 365 books listed that year; and has been sitting in my Amazon Wish List ever since then, waiting to be whisked away into the arms of yours truly.
The real highlight of my day was when Mike reminded that Mishka NYC was having a super fabulous sale!!! And while I didn't partake in the cheapest shirts on sale, I did pick up 3 really amazing shirts, 2 for yours truly and 1 for Mike... I'm nice like that, ya know. I wish I could post photos of the shirts, but for some reason it just isn't working out for me. I guess I'll just have to take photos of 'em when they arrive in zee mail!
Whelp, I had better run upstairs and grab a shower... I was unable to nap today at work and I am beginning to feel both thirtsy and sleepy.

Good night!

My Summer Meuvies!

I am most definitely not the type of gal to run out and plunk down $10+ on Transformers II or any of those other over-budgeted pieces of garbage. I am the kind of gal, though, that will throw down some moneys on some other fabulous films that just happen to be released along side the crappy ones:

More coming later!

Go To Hell.

Just a quick note to say that it feels really good when your ex-boyfriend, the one who ripped your heart out REPEATEDLY, is seeing a girl who could only be described as average on her best day. Its sad to know that he has to settle since he already had the greatest creature in zee world!

Thank You Perry Moore!

Yesterday I was having a debacle over which novel to read. I finally settled on Hero and set about reading it; little did I know that I would become so incredibly captivated by the film that I almost stayed up to finish to finish the 428 page book.
I can honestly say that the last time a book captivated me this much was when I read the last ('sob') Harry Potter book, The Deathly Hallows.
All I knew about Hero when I went into it was that it was about a gay teenager who had superpowers. On paper it doesn't sound all that great, a little interesting usre, but not exactly anything to write home about. But as I got deeper and deeper into the book--- who am I kidding?! By the end of the first chapter I was madly in love with the story. :) I wanted to write a synopsis of the book for you, but since I was up so late last night reading my brain is not exactly in full-effect; plus, I write film reviews, not book ones!
Here is the description from Amazon.com:

"Thom Creed is used to being on his own. Since the disappearance of his mother years earlier, he has lived alone with his father Hal, formerly one of the greatest and most beloved superheroes of his time. But a catastrophic event left Hal disfigured and distant, and Thom is left to fend for himself. The last thing in the world Thom wants is to add to his father's pain, so he keeps secrets. Like that he has special powers. And that he's been asked to join the League - the very organization of superheroes that spurned Hal. But the most painful secret of all is one Thom can barely face himself: he's gay. But becoming a member of the League opens up a new world to Thom. There, he connects with a misfit group of aspiring heroes, including Scarlett, who can control fire but not her anger; Typhoid Larry, who can make anyone sick with his touch; and Ruth, a wise old broad who can see the future. Like Thom, these heroes have things to hide; but they will have to learn to trust one another when they uncover a deadly conspiracy within the League. To survive, Thom will face challenges he never imagined. To find happiness, he'll have to come to terms with his father's past and discover the kind of hero he really wants to be."

Sounds great doesn't it?!
Now that I have conquered Hero, it is time to put my bookworm energy into World War Z... although I have to admit, its following a pretty tough act.

Phone Bills Are The Pits.

My boyfriend lives in Canada (take a gander at his delicious-ness) therefore a lot of our "spending time together" is spent on the telephone. It use to be talking and texting, but my text messaging likes to stop working from time to time and this happens to be one of those "times" where its a no go.
Because of this more time has been spent talking on the phone, both of us thought the majority of that talking was done using Skype, but when his phone company called and informed him that he was $300 over his usual bill! And when you break that down and really think about it, that is basically his plane to come and see me; I suppose this means his trip to Baltimore is indeed delayed.
It definitely whomps being with someone who doesn't live close by because it means we get to see each other once every 2 months... although, probably more like 3 now.
On to something else that doesn't involve blah-wahing about my far off love, tonight at 7pm Hexagon is showing a free film and it happens to be one by the great Pasolini:

Earlier in the week, when I found out about it, I was completely gung-ho on going. Hexagon is not that far from my place (only a 20 minute walk) and I would love to see a Pasolini film I hadn't seen. But now that the day has arrived, and my iPod battery is almost deadzo, making that 20 minute trek does not sound all that good and my friend, Evan, said it best when he mentioned that I probably didn't actually want to watch a Pasolini film with a bunch of pretentious wieners (i.e.: the only people who would go and see it). I may be a meuvie snob, but I'm not as asshole-y as one would imagine.
Who knows, I may change my mind and feel up to going once I get home. Or maybe I'll clean the Shark Den since those a-holes are coming to inspect on Friday! GRRRR!!!

The Competing Novels.

There was once a time, only a few short months ago, where I would actually go to bed at a reasonable hour. Once 10 pm rolled around friends and family knew that calling me would not be the grandest of ideas since I woke up so early in the morning (it was 6 am, and then 6:20, and then 6:40, and now... 7). But something happened, and I have an inkling who caused it, and I am once again staying up late "on school nights" as my friend likes to refer to the weekdays and not nearly getting enough sleepy time.
Last night staying up until 12:30 would not have seemed like that big of a deal, but I actually had to in at work at 7:45. After arriving here and realizing that tagging along on a doctor's appointment was what I was in for, I was okay with feeling a little "zombie-ish" thinking that the running around would wake me up.
Nope.
Luckily for me, the Kiddle is fast asleep and as a matter of fact... I believe that I too with also partake in a cat nap.
One of the reason for my late night was not only my waiting for Boyfriend to call me after he got out of the meuvies; no, I was also in quite the pickle as to which "new" book I would be devoting my time to...

I had heard about this novel from a friend of Mike's (a.k.a: Boyfriend) while I was visiting him in Canada. We had been discussing out latest reads and when one of us brought up the addictive Pride & Prejudice & Zombies soon the topic turned to the novel pictured above. Well, since I am always looking for a page turner I couldn't help but snap a copy up once I saw used on Amazon for so cheap! I had read some of Max Brooks' first "novel", The Zombie Survival Guide, and did enjoy it quite a bit. But then I got so incredibly sick and tired of zombies that I basically threw in the towel on any and everything that had to do with 'em.
The other novel (I think its actually even a "Teen" book) that is in the race for my attention is one that I actually gave to my best friend for X-mas. As far as I know its the tale of a teenage boy dealing with having superpowers and also struggling with his sexuality. In all honesty, I have a feeling that Hero is going to win this little make-believe competition, not only does it feel like a quick and happy read, but its also not mine and I've had it in my possession for almost 6 months AND I am going to be seeing him next Saturday.
Guess that choice wasn't as difficult as I made it out to be. ;)
I know that there is more that I want to write, but I believe I am going to take advantage of nap-time now....

Boring Ketchup.

This is weird.


I had a blog of sorts before, granted it was just "Myspace" but it sure was nice being able to spill my guts to not one specific person, but a social networking site. But as we all know, the tides have changed and Myspace is now the equivalent of a Roy Rogers fast food restaurant... dead. It was hard to give up that blog but I did it and I once again have the itch to spill my guts, so I am now doing it all over again.