3.5.2004
Now, I'm very very tired. My brain stopped parsing things a while ago, and maybe I'm writing this in Farsi, or if I'm typing words that make no sense because I stopped hearing and thinking in grammar a while ago. That explanation probably made no sense, either.
I'm at the point in tiredness where I can't read sentences, because my brain kind of slides off them. Like I start to read, and I read a sentence or two, but then I realize I have no idea what I just read and I read them again, and then I realize I have no idea what I just read and I read them again, and then... You get the idea. The catch here is that I'm reading an interview with Owen Wilson, so maybe the sentences make sense and I can't parse them, or maybe Owen makes NO sense, and my brain just can't deal with that.
Owen's hilarious. At least, I think he is. You be the judge:
Q: What's harder: fighting crime, or remembering the 70's?
A: Um, I probably haven't fought crime as hard as I could. I haven't been as vigilant. Perhaps I should have. Maybe that's why I wound up at military school.
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# Posted by Rachel on 7:07 PM
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I love how every review of JC's album makes it sound as if he and Justin are in some kind of battle to the death, and the winner will go on to be the new King of Pop, while the loser will be banished to Ex-Boyband Land, where Chris will probably eat them for dinner. (Have y'all seen him lately? He's huuuuuuge.) Anyway, this one is fun because JC is both hilarious ("I'm not looking for a girl to date.") and smart ("The list of what's important is really long, and America was worried about a nipple. Our priorities are all out of whack.") Yeah, it's not a "real" interview, 'cause I've heard all these statements before, elsewhere, but it's still good.
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# Posted by Rachel on 4:46 AM
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3.4.2004
"Loopy-genius Owen"!!! If it's good enough for The Onion's A.V. club, damn it, it's good enough for me.
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# Posted by Rachel on 11:11 AM
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3.3.2004
It always freaks me out when our in-jokes become actual reality in the actual world. Here's my latest example; we've been joking for a long, long time, that of all the members of Nsync, Joey Fatone is clearly the porn star. I mean, he's a big Italian guy who'd sleep with anyone or anything -- so goes the joking party line amongst those of us who discuss things like Nsync.
Anyway, apparently he kind of is. It's some kind of deck of cards of porn stars, or regular stars with porn stars, or... Something. I don't know, exactly, I just know it's kinda gross. And deeply, deeply sketchy.
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# Posted by Rachel on 10:07 PM
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I have been looking for an excuse to write about this forever. This season is totally the season of my discontent... if by 'discontent' you mean 'addiction to reality tv.' There are 3 I apparently can't live without; Survivor All-Stars, The Apprentice, and America's Next Top Model.
Damn I love ANTM. It is probably as perfect as reality tv can get. They're fighting for a modelling contract, and they're bitchy and backstabbing... But at the same time, they're being forced to do underwater shoots and hanging-in-the-air shoots, and really stupid challenges, like "get dressed and accessorized in someone else's clothes in 5 minutes," and then they get ripped to shreds. I feel a little bad sometimes when I watch reality tv, but models (and model wanna-bes) are so far from normal people, that... No. I just love this show.
Anyway, I finally have a reason to post about how kick-ass it is, 'cause apparently it's now UPN's flagship show. Kick ass! You go, Tyra!
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# Posted by Rachel on 8:30 PM
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3.1.2004
George Clooney. Suave, sophisticated, covered in soapy bubbles.
I love that he's politically active. I love the image of him washing my car even more. And yes, I mean that in a dirty way.
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# Posted by Rachel on 8:21 PM
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2.29.2004
You might think, having done a category-by-category run down of the Grammys, that I would do something similar for the Oscars.
You'd be wrong.
I don't actually give a fuck about the Oscars, is the thing. I may know that Missy Elliot is not going to win the Grammy, but at least she was nominated, and hell, Justin and Outkast walked off with a few. The Grammys reward mediocrity, but at least they reward mediocrity that I've heard of. Not so with the Oscars. Everyone reading this who saw "The House of Sand and Fog," take one step forward.
Anyone?
I consistently don't care about the nominees, because I have consistently not seen those movies. I saw 21 Grams; it sucked. I saw Lost In Translation; it made me intensely homesick and depressed. I saw Return of the King; it made me love Sean Astin even more. But RotK is the exception to the rule. Mostly these are beautiful women being rewarded for pretending to be ugly, and pretentious movies being rewarded for being obscure. Feh.
So I won't be watching. Unless, that is, someone can promise me that A) Johnny Depp will win, and give his acceptance speech in Captain Jack Sparrow mode, B) Bill Murray will win, and say "Fuck you, Chevy!" onstage, or C) someone will light Billy Crystal on fire.
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# Posted by Rachel on 7:48 PM
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