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Ack! I just found out that The Far Side of the World is the tenth book in O'Brian's Master and Commander collection. Raise your hands if you think I can read nine more novels about the British Royal Navy two centuries gone before the movie comes out in November. I will have more damn knowledge of mizen masts and studs'ls than any a good person should! I already know what a fo'c'sle is and how to pronounce it! Prodigious good day to you all! jlb | 16:09 I cannot express to you all how much I loved the surfing documentary Step Into Liquid. Seek it out. If I can overcome my fear of the ocean, I'm totally learning to surf. Or maybe I'll go hang out with those crazy cheesehead surfers in Sheboygan! And how cool is Taj Burrow? jlb | 14:56 Hee. Sars and snacks: Okay, okay, I don't actually skulk around the freezer case like the Ancient Mariner…although now that I think about it, that sounds like fun, in an obnoxious-performance-art kind of way. "'Twas night, calm night, the moon was high; / The Moon Pies stood together." Heh. Or maybe a Sophie's Choice tribute type of thing, with the Cheetos in one hand and the Entenmann's in the other and lots of dramatic sobbing and package-crinkling…anyway. I take the snack selection process pretty seriously, is what I mean. jlb | 13:50 If you're not already watching The O.C., you need to start. I know, I know -- it sounds stupid. I didn't watch the pilot, just like you didn't watch the pilot. But then I read a Joanna recap at TWoP just for fun and I had to check it out. Results? Who gave this show permission not to totally suck? Truly. It's still a teen soap opera, but it's fun and occasionally really well done. It also doesn't hurt that Adam Brody is hilarious and Benjamin McKenzie kinda looks like Russell Crowe, keeps walking around in a wifebeater and has a penchant for getting beaten up at least once per episode. Check it out. jlb | 12:28 I cannot describe how excited I was late Saturday night to be flipping channels and come upon the 1940 film, Stranger on the Third Floor. I saw it in one of my film classes at Carleton, but no one ever seems to know it. The line I'll always remember from it: "There's murder in every intelligent man's heart." None of you care about this, but I stayed up till three a.m. watching it and I was damn happy. jlb | 13:00 So. Last night. Soundstage taping. TOFOG. Top-notch. No fuckin' shit, mate. It was a weird crowd -- older people, obvious TOFOG fans and even more obvious Russell Crowe sightseers. I assumed the older people were there for Kris Kristofferson but then they seemed to be all atwitter about TOFOG, so go figure. The older ladies in front of me were even talking about how they saw the band in 2001 at the House of Blues and, when I thought back on the show I went to, there did seem to be a lot of older women there. Apparently Russell has a middle- to old-age female fanbase rabid enough to subject themselves to loud guitar and lots of cursing just to see him in rock star mode. Speaking of rock star mode: He's funny as shit and so obviously psyched to be on stage. He loves the audience; almost spends more time telling stories and jokes and conversing with the crowd than singing. Speaking of ebullience (and cursing): Every fifth word out of that guy's mouth is some variation of "fuck." It was hilarious to watch the older audience members be all shocked by it. I'm not sure if they were shocked by the language or by the fact that he was using those words in the midst of a to-be-televised concert, but it was funny nonetheless. The older ladies in front of me would giggle and gasp every time he swore. Anyhow, the band puts on an great show. They always seem to finish out with a "Folsom Prison Blues" cover -- which last night was stellar. Russell introduced it by saying that he doesn't know exactly how the song goes so he just sings it the way he wants to. Halfway through the song, Kris Kristofferson ambles out on stage with this look like, "No, that's wrong. Let me show you how it's done," picked up a stray guitar and jammed. Next season, when this show airs on a PBS station near you, you can look for me in the crowd, just five, incredibly cozy rows back. I shouldn't be hard to spot. I'll be next to The Boy Who Won't Stand Up and His Girlfriend Who Totally Can't Dance but Thinks She Can, behind The Two Older Ladies Who Couldn't Clap in Time to the Music To Save Their Lives. Let's hope the good people at WTTW are kind enough to CG out the stain on my shirt before my big television debut. Finally -- and this is only tangentially related to the concert -- as I was returning home, walking down the Kenmore Avenue sidewalk around 11:30 p.m., two raccoons emerged from the walkway up to my building's front door. I couldn't have been more astonished. Not only were they raccoons in the city, but they were apparently coming out of my building! Perhaps they were delivering pizzas. Oh, and my new, favorite, particularly Aussie curse is "fuck me swingin'." No, I don't know what it means either. jlb | 12:08 Oh my god! Is it really so hard to differentiate between your private bathroom at home and the public bathroom at work? Is it so difficult to understand that you can leave the door open in one instance but not the other? You're a department director, for chrissakes ... Oh, wait, I just answered my own question. jlb | 16:23 Addendum for true summer happiness: Wear your cotton candy pink, twelve-year-old-girl bra for a humid Saturday walk to the supermarket where you find that Golden Delicious apples now come in an organic variety. Ah, shiny luck!
jlb | 14:55 I'd just like to say that true summer happiness is a cotton triangle bra made for a girl with far smaller breasts than mine. There's no pretty lifting or shaping, but there's also no underwire stabbing me. Furthermore, it's perfect for those lazy, humid Saturdays when you just have to run to the grocery store for ten minutes. You've been watching old episodes of Buffy on DVD all morning, you haven't brushed your teeth yet, your dirty hair is clipped messily to the back of your head, and you're dressing in yesterday's clothes but you really, really don't want to put on a bra because it's so hot outside -- but without a bra there's all that irritating movement when you walk. Well, this little baby is the answer -- just enough support to stay all that bouncing without the evil of the everyday bra. In fact, I enjoy this free, unfettered -- yet not bouncy -- feeling so much that I wore my cotton candy pink, twelve-year-old-girl bra to work today. jlb | 11:42 |
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