Dos

1. Waitress : Definitely the best movie made yet about pies. Cute, as much as baby mama dram-adies can be. Not one of the greats, but it’s heart-warming and breaks the predictables you’d expect. Ms. Ex-Felicity carries the film, along with the cast of quirkies and a decent script. Question: who decided to give the hot doc such a weird name? (Jooberhocky or something) 

2. Blood Diamond. File this one under the “I’m pathetic cuz I don’t have to deal with civil war or starving to death or my kids being raped” film category. This movie is one huge call-to-action, and will make a humanitarian out of anyone. It’s incredible, despite being horrifyingy violent. Now about that South African accent, Leo…

Stumped

I’m frustrated, and you’ll have to excuse me while I type it out. Almost 3 months ago, I moved back to the city I lived in for 12 years – Leawood. Knowing this, one would think that I was used to the way things worked around here. People are rich, and if they’re not, they love to pretend to be. They love their money, they love their cars, they love their Crate & Barrel. They love their strip malls, their boxey architecture, their pre-formatted town centers: a Target, Panera & Movie theatre every 15 miles. It’s all very tidy; seemingly stainless but pretty ugly once you get perspective.

To digress, I have a point. I’ve never felt so exhausted. Just driving around in my Dad’s car, I felt acutely aware of how many people were staring at me. So I’m driving a boat, yeah? I feel myself having to try more than ever to not care what others think. It’s perverse: having to try to not care. But I can’t seem to turn my brain off, overlook the weird stares, the snooty attitudes, etc. Over the past few years, I’ve gotten pretty comfortable in my own skin. But in the land of Vapid, i.e., Overland Park/Leawood and the like, I really struggle to not be affected. It’s alarming how often I’m consciously reminding myself of that. It’s like I’ve taken a step back in self-confidence by coming back to what I thought felt like home. Furthermore, I feel myself more disgusted every day by attitudes I encounter, and ridiculing the place I had once felt homesick for. Was there a time when I was okay with this?  

Rhymes with awesome.

I’m not copying Meagan, I just can’t stop laughing.

SCORNED

I was thisclose to buying a car, and after a week or so of confusing red tape nonsense, it turns out the car’s already been sold. This blows.  I’m having to start the search all over – I’ve just gotten off the phone with some idiot trying to sell me a Neon. I don’t want a thrifty bubble, I want a thrifty Angelika.

>:(

“Go to Topeka, NOW!!”

Thusly titling a weekend of clamor & glamour, freaks and geeks, new and old, tears for fears, and crotch matchbook tricks.

Okay, there were no tears. Or fears. But there was a lot of new stuff, including a new Africa-friendly phone (that came with a Bluetooth that I’ll never figure out). I’d like everyone reading this to appreciate that I’ve had the same phone for six years. Send your pats on the back via mail, please.

I also got car insurance, but alas, The Angelika!! remains hostage at the dealer, thanks to the dumb state of Kansas ruining my life. Soon, she and I will be united. And togther we will drive Meagan everywhere for the next 6 months.

Also. New Haircut. FINALLY.

 Furthermore, Meagan and I attended Karen’s BDay bash at the VooDoo Lounge. Party of the year, because:

• We were VIP. Moet, you say? Here’s nine bottles.
• The self-indulgent music
• The cake. Yes, Meagan… the cake.
• The people. Seriously, everyone there was so into this party: “Dancing?! YESSS! LET’S!”
• That weird Isaac guy that was violently in lust with Meagan
• An anchorwoman dancing to ‘Back got back’
• The Security Guards. We needed a gong for the thousandth time the beefies had to fulfill their sole purpose: opening, closing velvet rope.
• The Velvet Rope.
• Crotch Party Tricks.
• Tiny dancers
• Bachelorette parties where they dressed up (in jest, I’m deciding) in the weirdest, ugliest bridesmaid garb
• Watching Jackie Brown in the hotel room (“stop flailing your arms!”)
• Fish hook dancing… and I do believe I saw the Sprinkler
• The Day after.. i.e. the feebles that lasted all day. So bad it was good.

Enough of that. The rest of the night shall remain shrouded in mystery & time. Just know that if you passed over your invite, you missed out.

Webbed

Spider Man 3 … gets a thumbs up. Lathargic & cheesey to start, but thoroughly redeemed itself, particularly with Peter Parker’s street side emo-jazz dance. Bravo.  

 The film itself was almost upstaged by the preview for Across The Universe. This looks AMAZING.

Geek unchic

Techies, thanks to irony, you have joined the ranks of the awkwardly/intellectually cool, i.e. emos, store clerks, etc.

 However. If you trek around with one of these, coolness be damned: 

 

F.N. Beeyess

The schoolyard bullies grew up, and are still stealing lunch money.

!Honk!

I am soon-to-be the proud owner of a slightly loved Focus Hatchback. Poo on you if you scoff at the hatchback, cuz’ hot damn, I love this car! No more coaxing the mother for the Windstar for an hour’s excursion to Starbucks! No one more weird looks while driving my dad’s boat downtown!

 

 Here’s to being independent once again

Huh? Yeah, okay

1. If you were a nocturnal animal, what nocturnal animal would you be?
I say hell yes to the Kiwi Bird. I’d get my very own national park.

2. Which is better: to obey the law to avoid punishment, to obey the law because the law makes sense, or to obey the law because everyone should?
Laws by definition shouldn’t be subjectively interpreted (regardless of fairness), so that shafts Option B. One should obey laws regardless of whether you’d be caught, i.e. the “model citizen” ideal (Option C)

3. Who is your favorite all time movie villian?
Gene Hackman as Royal Tenenbaum takes the cake. He’s not archetypal, but hilariously asshole.

4. Are any kind of ethics involved in wearing a hat?
Yes. Don’t do this:

5. When is the best time for you to take a 20 minute nap? Why?
On the carpet, right before dinner.