DVD: Rendition

Powerful. Emotionally moving. And extremely fucking depressing.

This IS what is going on ALL THE TIME in our world today and fuck who wants to live in a world like that.

p.s. Do Peter Sarsgaard and Jake Gyllenhaal have some clause in their contracts that they have to be in at least 90% of each other’s movies?

Bad, bad girl.

The list of things you should never do includes: walk 45 minutes home in blazing sunshine with no sunscreen on.

But you know what? I’m doin’ it anyway! That’s exactly the kind of daredevil I am.

Hahahahahahaha, sometimes I really crack myself up.

Dear (already grotesque anyway) upper arms: prepare to have a nice Farmer tan for the rest of the summer. Sucks for you!

580-Calorie Breakfast.

McDonald’s Southern Chicken on a Biscuit (like you’ve died and gone to Heaven): 410 calories.

12-oz. can of Mt. Dew: 170 calories.

Yum. Yum. Motherfucking yum.

À la Super Eggplant, currently, I am…

Eating: All I want to eat is crap. Particularly the Special Dark Hershey’s Chocolate Kisses that I bought to send to Max (and Alison) and then never put in the mail…Whoops. Their loss, my ass’s gain.

Making: Almost done with the second thick woolly sleeveless vest (WHATEVER!). Hoping to finish the top of Kysa’s Friendship Star quilt (a.k.a. Friendship Star #2) and then sandwich/baste/and quilt BOTH that AND the quick baby quilt top I whipped up over the weekend and get them in the mail to her by the 9th, which is supposedly the date on which the baby boy is going to pop out. I’m hoping he’s late (although I’m sure she’s not!!).

Reading: Was supposed to start July’s challenge book yesterday (!), but picked it up and almost had my arm drop off due to the weight. Guess I won’t be reading that one in transit!! So instead I’ve started “Trespass” by Valerie Martin which is prickly and dark and promises to get moreso.

Watching: Since my dad started watching BSG, I started watching it ALL OVER AGAIN (I know!) so that when he calls me and says OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS JUST HAPPENED, I know specifically what episode he’s talking about (and in what order) and I don’t accidentally give away a spoiler like I almost did the other night… Of course I have way more time in my day than he has in his, so I’ve already gotten past where he is. Maybe I’ll wait for him to catch up. I mean, I so would, except for there being fucking nothing else for me to watch right now. And I saw “Wanted” which I loved as much as I thought I would and maybe I’ll write a post on that for ya say over the long-ass holiday weekend during which I HAVE TO WORK ON SUNDAY and will not be in Southern Illinois with all my Blonde K-Cousins as I like to call ’em. Waah.

Listening: I listened to Matt Costa (which I mentioned here and here among other places) all weekend long, over and over, after introducing someone to him on Thursday night when we were at my house “playing DJ” since we thought we were going to see Meg Hutchinson at Uncommon Ground but she wasn’t there (???) and instead there were these really pretty mediocre singers basically doing karaoke and I’m sorry but Alanis Morrisette “You Oughta Know” done on acoustic guitar with a husky Melissa Etheridge wannabe voice and admonitions to the audience to please “Join in!” ??? I don’t think so.

But now I’m listening almost exclusively to the NEW! Earlimart “Hymn and Her” out yesterday that is AWESOME. Oh I love me some Earlimart (for example, this is how much I loved their previous album and here is where they were in my favorite albums of 2007) and Hello! Score! coming to Chicago on the 26th at the teeny tiny Hideout. Woot. Yes, I bought tickets. Yay! (Or, as a former coworker would say “I’m stoked!”)

Oh and while the whole “Meg Hutchinson not being playing although that’s the only reason we went” issue sucked, I did have some incredible pistachio-encrusted tilapia that pretty much blew my mind and this wacky french Apple-flavored beer that was DELISH. So there’s that.

À la Nick Hornby, books in/books out for June.

Bought:

  • Raven’s Strike, by Patricia Briggs
  • Battlestar Galactica: The Official Companion, by David Bassom
  • Battlestar Galactica: The Official Companion Season 2, by David Bassom
  • Battlestar Galactica: The Official Companion Season 3, by David Bassom
  • Breath, by Tim Winton
  • Nothing to Lose, by Lee Child

Read:
  • Battlestar Galactica: The Official Companion, by David Bassom
  • Battlestar Galactica: The Official Companion Season 2, by David Bassom
  • War with the Newts, by Karel Capek
  • Raven’s Shadow, by Patricia Briggs
  • The Farther Shore, by Matthew Eck
  • Battlestar Galactica: The Official Companion Season 3, by David Bassom
  • Raven’s Strike, by Patricia Briggs
  • Life Class, by Pat Barker
  • Lush Life, by Richard Price
  • Dark Roots, by Cate Kennedy (stories)
  • Nothing to Lose, by Lee Child

Hmmm, I think that’s the first month since I started keeping track that I’ve actually read more than I bought. WOOOT!

If you read any music blogs,

you’ve certainly heard about the 15 yr anniversary of Exile in Guyville and everyone using this opportunity to slam Liz Phair for her (since) sellout attempts at trying to actually make money off her records (oh! the scandal!).

This is one of the more coherent and reasoned analysis I’ve read.

I saw Liz Phair in concert in NYC once, years ago (after the second or third album, I can’t remember which, the second I think), and she was (oddly) much less shy on stage than she usually is, commented on that phenomenon herself and then said [something like] “I’ve never been comfortable enough to sing this live but I’m feeling oddly outgoing tonight so here goes” and launched into Flower. The crowd went completely fucking nuts, as you can imagine.

And when we saw her at Field Day Fest (in 2003) while I don’t even remember how she sounded, I do remember my friend Dan being totally into her elbow-length armwarmers and mentioning them to his girlfriend so many times that a fight almost broke out. I wasn’t paying that much attention since I had just realized I had a river* of Jack Daniels running down my stomach from having snuck a fifth in tucked upside down in my bra but not noticing the lid was cracked*… Sweet.

For the record, there are some songs on her later albums I love as well (“Uncle Alvarez” for one), but it’s true that Exile in Guyville has *something* the other albums really don’t. (But perhaps they don’t aspire to either.)

*and by “river” I mean tiny trickle and by “cracked” I mean just enough to be letting out a tiny trickle. A trickle like “hmmm, why does my tummy feel damp?” trickle. Thankfully discovered quickly enough to put a speedy end to it.