Friday 12 September . . . 06:02 pm
Someone just bought me two months of paid time again.

You are an ANGEL. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT SUPPORT [as I'm guessing that's where my benefactor resides].
    I sound my barbaric YAWP over 11 rooftops of the world.    

Friday 29 August . . . 07:11 pm
Just had a friend deletion spree.

I posted a poll the other day asking who read my entries and/or wanted to remain on my list, and deleted everyone who didn't respond -- with the exception of some pending who will probably answer "yes" because they are, you know, my friends. [Ironic, isn't it. Yes, I'm leaving the punctuation error in because it's necessary for inflection.]

Some of the people I deleted were people I liked. I'll add you back if you care, and if we can get to know each other. I'm honored to be your friend still, so don't feel you have to delete me.

[Please don't complain about me not linking to the poll entry before you think about it a little bit. *wink*]

For the general public watching my journal, who may be bored with this nonsense: Movie reviews will be coming soon; I've seen a couple new movies lately, but just can't be bothered.
    I sound my barbaric YAWP over 12 rooftops of the world.    

:D
Wednesday 27 August . . . 12:21 am
ding-heads n 1. a group of people who are acting stupid. ("All those ding-heads are causing trouble around this neighborhood.") Submitted by Maurice J. Ornelas, Taunton/Fall River, MA, USA, 21-11-2002.
    I sound my barbaric YAWP over 2 rooftops of the world.    

On an unrelated note, I smell like sealing wax and incense.
Sunday 24 August . . . 08:39 pm
Music:  bits of the "About A Boy" soundtrack flashing in my head.
ARGGGGHH.

What is with the finger-pulling-down-the-jeans thing?
I have seen this on EVERY MAGAZINE COVER in the past WEEK.
[... Except in Montréal, because the people there are much better dressed, even on magazine covers. They understand that there's a difference between "looking good" and "not covering oneself." Wow. I could write an essay about that. But I'll refrain at the moment.]

Anyway, it really irritates me. Just put your hands in your pockets.
    I sound my barbaric YAWP over 7 rooftops of the world.    

Friday 15 August . . . 11:45 pm
"Dear Mr. Gaiman,
My friends, who know I adore your work, keep teasing me by claiming that you and Tom Clancy are actually one and the same person. Could you perhaps post a disclaimer so that they will have to find something new to tease me about? Thanks ever so much!
Love and stuff,
Katie Cowden


I'm just amazed that your friends figured it out so easily. What a pity. Now they must be killed."

my hero. buy 1602 #1.
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Bend It Like Beckham
Monday 11 August . . . 11:55 pm
Mood:   cheerful
Music:  [just THINKING about this movie made me happy.]
"This is just the way it started with your niece. The way that girl would answer back! And then running off to be a model wearing small, small skirts."
"Mum, she's a fashion designer!"
"She's divorced, that's what she is."


I realized I never reviewed this movie, even though I just got back from my third watching of it and am due for a fourth tomorrow. As it happens, you're probably living under a rock if you haven't heard of this unexpected smash hit. Bend It Like Beckham, directed by the exploratory, enthusiastic Gurinder Chadha, is a British film that didn't go on wide release in the United States until recently -- it's playing at at least a thousand theatres now, and it well deserves the money. People do have better taste than Hollywood thinks they do. Star Kiera Knightley has been catapulted to fame by this spunky and infectiously joyous movie; one can only hope that the rest of the cast will soon follow.

In the tradition of, yes, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, the story opens with a bright, dissatisfied young woman. Jess Bhamra [whose real name is slightly longer but not written out accurately anywhere I can find, so I'm not including it lest I butcher it, because I know all too well how it feels to have an unusual, horribly misrepresented name], a candid and charismatic heroine, is played with effective and endearing honesty by Parminder Nagra. Her favorite pastime is practicing bending a soccer ball into the goal like her idol, English master David Beckham, but all her parents want her to do is help her sister shop for a wedding sari and cook perfectly round chapattis. When a sporty and open new friend, Jules Paxton [Knightley], brings her to a tryout for a girls' soccer league, Jess realizes her dream -- and has to face her parents' disapproval.

The fast-paced plot is supplanted by an upbeat soundtrack and fantastic action shots of soccer games. Though Chadha never had the passion for soccer that her main character did, she worked hard to show the beauty and excitement of the game -- and the true power and strength of the girls who played it.

Also adding charm to the movie is the supporting cast, who offer performances as eager as the two leads. If I mentioned every decent performance I'd be rattling off the names of every cast member, so I'll just point out some notable ones. Jess's older sister [Archie Panjabi] is at turns comforting and outrageously hilarious; she supports her sister, but has an almost demonic fervor for perfect fashion and snogging. Juliet Stevenson never failed to crack me up. Jonathan Rhys Meyers, a coach who won't give up on what he sees of Jess's outstanding talent, adds a carefree flavor to this fun escape. Longtime Bollywood actor Anupam Kher, however, gives the most meaning to the movie: he deepened a role that was already fabulous in its denial of the frighteningly common stereotype of the bumbling [or couch-potato] father. His acting brought tears to my eyes [yes, even the third time].

Another credit to the film is the way it displays Jess's family -- not as boorish, imbecilic immigrants, but as parents, aunts, uncles, friends who love and care about her future, even if they haven't grown up in a teenage English world. The portrayal of Indian traditions does not smack of Jess's own boredom, and backwardness is not confused with stupidity.

So, is there anything not to like? ... Not really. I can think of perhaps one time where the acting of the two leads faltered, perhaps -- and by "faltered" I mean "wasn't absolutely astouding for a second." There was no grand scenery, no big-budget special effects. The film is fun and true; it's cheeky and sweet and thrilling. It's not a magnificent drama, but that's what gives it grace. It's real. It's gold. It's pure enjoyment. It's worth so much of my money that I buy popcorn every time. [I do understand that Chadha doesn't see any of that, but I think that was a nice sentence. Okay? Okay.]

Go. Get out of the house and see it. It's summer and you deserve this entertainment. If you're anything at all like me you'll relate to it spectacularly. 9.907 stars out of 10.

... P.S. Gurinder Chadha was interviewed in BITCH not too long ago, and it was actually interesting; they asked substantive questions because they're intelligent journalists [a sad rarity, I've lately found]. As long as you're getting a back issue, you might as well SUBSCRIBE because they're fabulous writers making a real, intellectual feminist magazine that doesn't just bash men and they need it to stay afloat at the moment and it's only fifteen dollars and as long as you can afford it I don't think you'll be wasting your money. *cough* Anyway. :D Issue #20.
    I sound my barbaric YAWP over 2 rooftops of the world.    

Saturday 09 August . . . 08:07 pm
Music:  Ben Folds [5?] - Not The Same & Guster - Center of Attention
I know there must be people out there who have Johnny Depp's Leno appearance taped.

Don't you wish there were a way to connect all these people [and an extra VCR] together? I wonder if anyone auctions old tapes off on eBay ... [not that that would do me a lot of good, but eh].

I have three weeks until school starts. Allow me my laziness and my silliness while I still have a chance.
    I sound my barbaric YAWP over 4 rooftops of the world.    

!
Sunday 03 August . . . 01:01 pm
Music:  The White Stripes - Hotel Yorba [in my head]
Okay. I know I've seen this done -- on her-own-eyes.org, blotts.org, and possibly paradoxy? And I totally cannot remember what it involved, being that I haven't been on a layout spree for some time.

SO: when you have a large image around an iframe, how do you get text in the large image to spill over into the iframe?

For example: )

Thank you SO much.
    I sound my barbaric YAWP over 12 rooftops of the world.