Ian and I usually only go to the cinema once a week or so, and even then it's to see films which have already been out in the US for several weeks or months. Whenever I read Fametracker (which is several times a day), I always feel left out of so many cinematic experiences. Thanks to this preview of the summer film season from Wing Chun and owen, I don't feel like that's going to be such a bad thing during the warmer months this year.
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Okay, I redesigned this page and the main site. Do they look weird on your screen? Are they just plain fugly? Please, let me know, even if you have to be brutal. I don't know shit about HTML and I have zero design skills, so your feedback's all I really have to go on, here. Thanks in advance.
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Raise your hand if you think Joe Eszterhas is gross!
29 May, 2000
Cecily is a member of Digital Divas, which is an elite organisation of female web/computer enthusiasts who have websites which demonstrate their stellar skills and creativity, helping to combat the tired, lame stereotype that people with vaginas are clueless when it comes to technology. I think it's a pretty cool project, which is why it sickens me to see that Bill Gates and Microsoft have appropriated the Digital Divas' copyrights and ignored cease and desist letters from their pro bono counsel. Please visit this site and find out how to pledge your support for the Divas.
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My piece on the piss-poor state of e-commerce for those of us who don't reside in the US is up now in the Greed section of Sins. It's a terrific site that I've admired for quite a while (along with the woman behind it, Carly Milne), so have a look around for yourself.
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The suspect in the murder of BBC presenter Jill Dando was formally charged with her death on Saturday night, after four days of questioning. Obviously, no one yet knows what evidence the police have against this guy, but reading about him in the newspaper today gave me chills. Having his name legally changed to Bulsara (Freddie Mercury's family name), taking a limo to Mercury's house in Kensington and telling people he was his cousin and leaving a bouquet for Princess Diana after her death -- whose card read, 'From Barry Bulsara, Freddie Mercury's cousin' -- doesn't paint him as the most mentally stable person in the world.
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Let the speculation begin. Any bets on whether or not Russell Crowe is the father of Jodie's unborn bairn? Any road, hopefully it's someone more wisely chosen than Melissa Etheridge and Julie Cypher's donor, David Crosby.
26 May, 2000
Quote of the day (and not a moment too soon), comes from Jon-Jon:
We walked in, and an entire room full of Vietnamese people—noodles hanging out of their mouths, chopsticks poised like Parker pens in a Comp Lit course—glared at us. You don't see that kind of unison outside of a Moonie wedding ceremony.
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I was shooting the shit with my friend Mike this afternoon, and he was trying to drive me crazy by eating a yoghurt and leaving the foil lid sitting on the kitchen counter. He knows that this makes me lose my shit when Ian does it, but that I'm too polite to say anything to someone to whom I am not married. I think he could tell that I was distracted and wanted to throw the foil away for him myself, so he started teasing me about what an anal freak I am, and tried to help me explore the origins of this disturbing peeve. In the end, he told me about this, and I can safely say that, after viewing the photos from day eight, I will never again get worked up about a yoghurt-skinned piece of foil. Thanks, Mook!
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Check out my Travelog article which just went live at travel website Vagabunda.com; there's quite a bit more detail there about Karri's first 24 hours in London, and about London in general.
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Sometime next week, I'll start recapping Queer as Folk for Mighty Big TV -- the ultimate TV website if ever there was one. Anyway, head over there now and get acquainted with the site, sign up for the forums and eagerly await the arrival of me and Queer as Folk. If you do... I'll be your friend. I promise. (Huge incentive there, I realise.)
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Yawn. Why didn't somebody shoot Liam Gallagher right before the release of their second album? Then we'd have had the best of them and would have avoided all of the oh so tiresome drama.
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Yay Travis! I don't know if they'll get to be as popular and omnipresent over in North America as they are here, but I hope so; even if I didn't love their music, I'd still pick them over Shitney and BSB any day.
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I'll spare you the saga of how much it cost me to get this picture taken today (well, yesterday), but can someone please tell me why those red lines are running across the piccy? I hooked up the scanner myself, and Ian will fart in my mouth if I broke it. Help? (NB: No, I'm not storing nuts in my cheeks for the summer.)
25 May, 2000
Just over a year after her death, Scotland Yard has finally arrested someone on suspicion of murder in the case of BBC presenter Jill Dando. I know she was just a presenter (news and some fluff shows, like the Holiday Programme), but I remember getting chills when I heard about her getting shot in the head on her doorstep outside her home. I mean, as far as inoffensive and pleasant TV personalities go (and I don't think there are many out there, at least to suit my taste), she was as inoffensive and pleasant as they came. And the fact that she was gunned down after going for a fitting for her wedding dress was really sad. Anyway, I hope they've got the right guy and I hope her would-be husband and family can find some peace if the murderer has, indeed, been apprehended.
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So, Divine Brown is offering her services -- advise-wise, not sex-wise -- to Liz Hurley. Says she, 'I could have told her a thing or two. We could have become the best of friends... She could e-mail me for some advice and I'd tell her straight. She might learn something.' Divine, I really wouldn't sit around hitting Send and Receive on that one.
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Seth Green or Jamie Kennedy? Well, to me, Jamie Kennedy will always be the annoying dork in the Scream films, while Seth Green will always be the cute kid from Woody Allen's Radio Days, the cute teen from the camera commercials (the one at the outdoor wedding, running around in a tuxedo jacket and, I believe, jams) and the cute, funny guy from the Austin Powers films. So... advantage Seth Green, says me.
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I'm heartened only by the fact that Newt and Callista haven't really gotten many things requested by their wedding registry... yet. And don't you EVEN go buying them so much as the Ralph Lauren bathtub mat ($24.99), or you're not allowed to come back here again. Link courtesy (i.e. stolen) from new blogger jhenry of Plastic Blog.
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Thank God for referrer logs: Someone found this site by searching Google for "wet t-shirt" contest 2000 pictures. And no, they didn't find what they were looking for.
24 May, 2000
So, the National Organization for Women deems Ally McBeal 'pro-gal'? Ahem. As I did on the Fametracker forum on this topic, I'll quote one of Pamie's Mighty Big TV recaps that pretty much says it all:
Apparently the client is being accused of smothering her husband to death with her breasts. God, I hope they don't end the season without a client defending the murder case about her killing her lover with her cooter smell, because I just feel like we haven't really covered every single offensive, anti-women, degrading, excuse-for-genital-part-naming, booby-showing, ass-grabbing, men-bashing-women talking, slut-calling, two-timing, money-whoring, titty-touching, fiancé-stealing, plastic-surgery-getting, freak-jabbing, mental-health-problem-mocking, fourth grade caliber of comedy gold this year.
Word up.
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Larry King and his wife now have another baby. Sick-ass. Seriously, I think he is unspeakably disgusting, and I know that others agree with me. Not like I need validation on this, though, because... Man, he's just gross.
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Can you believe that this shit was one of the leading stories on the nightly news over here? Don't cry for Liz and Hugh, though, because I'm sure she'll soon realise that accompanying him to film premieres, parties, weddings and so much as the opening of a fucking envelope -- wearing Hucci frocks and no panties, of course -- gets her far more attention and good PR than this little stunt. Until then, I plan on enjoying the absence of such images from my world.
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All Saints members Nicole Appleton, Natalie Appleton and Mel Blatt premiered their new movie, Honest, tonight at the Odeon in Leicester Square (London). The film was written and directed by Eurythmics' Dave Stewart, and the premiere attracted an interesting mix of guests: Bob Geldof, the Lightning Seeds' Ian Broudie, c-list celeb Samantha Janus, Bootsy Collins and... Lou Reed. Is it just me, or do you not picture Lou Reed as the kind of guy who'd show up for the premiere of a movie starring some Spice Girls also-rans? My image of him is totally blown, but one thing remains the same: I still think he's a complete asshole.
23 May, 2000
More link theft: I saw this Ain't It Cool News parody site (favourite headlines: 'My contract with Satan has been renewed!!! I am set to appear on the Ebert show five more times in the next month!!!!' and
'Report: Chicken Wing Discovered Lodged in My Beard!!!!! Anyone still want it???'), thanks to a link from Kim, who got it from Wing Chun, and snorted with such force that it's possible I really fucked up my sinuses. Be careful; it's wicked funny.
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Jish has masterminded the new Weblogger Voicemail Directory, where you can search for the contact information of any blogger you wish. You know, just in case you missed my info the first two times I posted it, pleading for messages (though I haven't posted my new voicemail info, which lets people in Canada, the UK and most other countries leave me a message via a toll-free number; the details are available at the aforementioned Weblogger Voicemail Directory)... Maybe I'm weird, but I love hearing what y'all sound like. For example, Jish is such a sweetie, and has the most pleasant, helpful phone manner about him; he really should have been an operator. Anyway, the funniest messages have consistently been from Gwen (and her spouse), but I do encourage competition.
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I'm curious as to whether or not the rest of the world actually gives two shits about the birth of Leo Blair, because the English press seems to believe y'all do. I think Cherie looks really good for having just given birth, but I hope to hell I don't have to hear Ian say 'She's not very photogenic, is she?' another forty-two times this week.
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Pamie's account of her mother's reaction to her meeting with Rob and Dana is amusing as well. 'Picking up strangers from the computer,' indeed.
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Today, while a nice one, was a good day for crying. This morning, I watched a talk show (Trisha) which was all about surprise family reunions; basically, don't even talk to me about those fuckers if you don't want me to start sobbing. Then, I emailed my Dad and almost came close to tears about something silly. When Ian got home, he brought with him his new DVD of The Straight Story, which we watched, with me silently weeping for almost the entire thing (freak!). THEN, I read this, and I totally lost my shit. Too bad I can't blame it on PMS this week.
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Check out the Galaxy of Starfuckers, courtesy of Fametracker. My favourite quote:
"Good evening, I'm Larry King. There's not a softball question that I haven't lobbed at my celebrity guests. Everyone is my close and personal friend (even if I haven't met them yet) and every one of their movies is stupendous. Every book sent to me is a must-read. Though I haven't quite figured it out how I'd manage it yet, the celebrity I'd most like to fuck is myself."
Good one, Benzoate!
