2002-12-20 - 9:48 p.m.
Happy Birthday, John Spencer!
Yeah, I suppose there's no good reason to wish him a happy birthday whenst he shall never read this but...uh, I like him? And, speaking of John Spencer, my mother suspects he's having an affair with Martin Sheen. Yesterday, I was in the living room with her, and E! News Daily or some other such show was on. Then, on comes Allison, Martin and John. Allison kisses John, then Martin, then John and Martin kiss. My mother then gasps and says, "Your President is sleeping with John Spencer!"
(And, yes, she refers to Martin Sheen as my President no matter what the context. Like, when there was this occult flick that Sheen did in the 70s on cable, she said, "There's some crappy movie on that has your President in it." Anyway.)
Getting back to the point - I don't think my mother *really* thinks that Spencer and Sheen are running off to Vermont for some quickie wedding, but it was still fairly amusing. It's like my mother is a secret slasher or something, since she immediately jumped into the whole, "They're making sweet love!" thing without batting an eye.
And, I will take this opportunity to once again point out the desire of these cast members to touch/kiss/fondle each other. Really, I must become an actor on the off chance that I'll be added to 'TWW' cast, eventually leading to the day when John Spencer will kiss/touch me in public. I think it's a solid plan.
Yes. Anyway.
So, the semester is over. I won't say anything more about that, except to note that I didn't bomb out or something. I mean, I don't have final grades on each class, but I know my abilities fairly well.
I could make a snarky self-deprecating remark here, but I shan't.
As you may have noticed, Christmas is almost near. So, that leads to the normal questions, like, "Is it okay for an agnostic to be so enthusiastic about a holiday that is based on a premise that said person is skeptical about? Is the holiday so commercialized that you can ignore the religous aspects and just bask in the lights of the tree?" (Answer: Yes and yes) And, "What would the world be like if I were never born?" (Answer: Some pairings in fanfic may never have been explored and Kevin Smith would be out a couple hundred bucks.) And, most obvious of all, "Is there any greater gift than an Elvis monkey?" (Answer: No. Definitely not.)
So, what have I done all week? Well, on Saturday I went with a couple of friends to see 'Empire.' Because Dani said, and I quote, "John Leguizamo is going to kill that yuppie guy!" Yes. I didn't question why she was so gung-ho to see Leguizamo kill a yuppie, since I didn't have anything better to do. And, also, the answer may be terrifying. *insert ominous music here*
It wasn't a *bad* movie, I guess, but I've seen better. Predictible as all fuck, and with Denise Richards giving a performance that can't really be called a performance, but hell it was fairly diverting. And at least she didn't say something like, "We need to see 'The Hot Chick!' Rob Schneider is going to act like a stereotype of a teenage girl!"
And, Sunday, my mom and I went to Best Buy to 1) Spend the money my Dad gave me for Christmas and 2) Get a new microwave, for ours was broken and my Grandma's takes forever to cook anything. I got Sheryl Crow's latest (which actually came out a long time ago, but which I never buy when I have money. I *always* choose something else. Except for now, obviously) and have become obsessed with the song 'C'mon, C'mon' in a way that frightens babies and elderly women.
Also got David Gray's new disc, 'Say Anything' and 'Insomnia' on DVD, plus a new comedy album from David Cross. I've yet to check out the DVDs, but I've listened to the Cross album so much that...well, I think I'm also frightening babies and old ladies with that one. I just find him so fucking funny. I nominate him for 'Coolest Jewish Atheist to Come from Georgia.' And, since I just made it up, I say he also wins aforementioned award du fakery. Yes.
And, um...the microwave cooks stuff in a timely fashion.
Now let's fast forward a couple of days to today.
(And, for the record, the most notable occurance of Mon-Thurs was my mother telling me about a few things my Grandma said. 1) Complaining that we have 'too much free speech' because rappers curse on their albums. and 2) Complaining that we 'don't have any free speech' because Trent Lott got into that trouble after his remarks at Strom Thurman's b-day party. I could come to a conclusion about this, but I won't go too deep into it. I will say, however, that she probably wouldn't think *I* should be allowed the freedom to speak if she read anything I wrote. And I'm not just talking about the idiotically smutty fanfic I write - the original stuff can be sexual and sometimes profane. So, yes. Because I say or write 'fuck' or mention/depict the act, I should be censored. I hope that she doesn't bring this up in front of me, for I'll freak out. I don't like freaking out.)
So, anyway, today. Today my mom decides to go get some stuff for my dad and get some food for X-mas. My entire role in this is looking for a medium/making sure the coupon matches the product in question. Yes, I am a vital member of this family, and the world. So, at Target, which was so crowded that I felt like I was about to be crushed by a bevy of insane people, I ended up finding 'An Evening With Kevin Smith' which is a DVD compilation of Kevin's various lectures at various colleges.
This made me so happy that I think Kevin Smith has a super strong/horrifying hold on my tiny brain and heart. I've been watching that for much of the night, since I didn't really feel like going to see 'The Two Towers.' I mean, I'll see it eventually, but I'm not a big obsessive Tolkien fan. I'm just one of those people who were like, "Well, the first movie was cool." So, really, I could wait another month to see the thing and be okay with it. Because, you know, it'll just be a kinda cool movie. *shrug* I'm not really jazzed up for any of these holiday movies, save 'About Schmidt' or 'Adaptation,' neither of which have opened in my neck of Jersey yet.
Anyway, back to Kevin Smith. So, I was watching it, and was really surprised at the amount of people who called 'Mallrats' their favorite of the Smith flicks, since I thought I was the only one who liked that damn thing. I've shown that movie to *so* many people, and they always declare it to suck. I though, think it's hilarious. I mean, the schooner/sailboat thing? Brodie in general? And the Brodie/Rene scenes - especially the romantic ones -are *really* amusing after you listen to the DVD commentary and hear Jason Lee's deep dislike of Shannon Doherty.
Okay, so I need to go now. I'll probably be back later with more on Smith's DVD and the Golden Globe noms, not to mention my desire to write more reams of crappy fanfic.
I see you there, foaming at the mouth. So, anyway, more later.
