first off, y'all rock! my diary has moved back into the first page of the top 100, thankyouverymuch. not quite back to top-ten status, but then that requires more frequent updating, n'est ce pas? and by the way, i'm still waiting for questions for the q&a entry. please? i'll feel like a giant loser if no one asks me any questions, and i'll have to make them up on my own just to feel special.
ironically, after all that worrying about whether i'd rather set myself on fire or go out to a party, i opted against self-immolation. i even managed to psych myself into a semi-party mood (let's just say lots of outkast was involved). then i tried to call Younger Brother on his cell phone to get directions to anthony's house. no phone. apparently he forgot to pay his bill again. therefore, i am all dressed up with noplace to go, after nearly having convinced myself yesterday that i just wanted to stay home tonight and watch tv.
regardless, since i was all dressed up, i took some new pictures of myself for friendster and whatnot. and because i have a gold membership and i can, here's one for you:
i think my hair turned out pretty nicely, considering that i've never had a good self-bleaching experience in my life. i think the color has saved me from any lingering butchness in my haircut(because let's face it, deep deep down i'm just more a femme than anything); i even think it makes me look like a hipster rocker chick, so i'll keep it around for a while.
and i'll throw in this one, just because i like the way the composition turned out:
so, about this dr. seuss thing. somewhere, Theodore Geisel is rolling in his grave. who in the name of all gods and little fishes thought that making a live-action movie of a dr seuss book was a good idea? i'll give them the grinch; it's a peripheral book to my dr seuss experience. but to take the cat in the hat and make him into a hairball-coughing, scatalogical fart-joke is just wrong wrong wrong. i saw a preview; cat picks up a photo of an attractive woman and his hat grows three inches and stands up straigher. doesn't anyone besides pixar (and the rugrats) know how to make kids' movies for kids anymore?!
aside from my issues with children's cinema, i just don't think people should mess with seuss. first of all, the books themselves are too short to make an entire feature film in themselves, and so inferior writers need to flesh out the plotlines. the appeal of dr. seuss is in the words more even than the characters. in the sheer silliness of them, but also in their elegance. even something crazy like green eggs and ham has a rhythm that draws you in and a restraint that keeps it from flying right through the roof. a reviewer on npr (david edelstein) the other day told me that it is written almost entirely in anapestic dimeter (the grinch being written in anapestic tetrameter). he also mentioned that the cat is of course chaos, but he's chaos in a tophat, bowtie, and white gloves. he causes insanity, but he's never wild, always rising happily and serenely above the outrage of the people he tries to enlighten. to remove the wit from the zaniness is to reduce him to a charicature. mike myers, how could you, when i loved you so very much in "so i married an axe murderer? what idiotic executive pitched this monstrosity? i hope he or she is hanging their head in shame.
i do not like this, not one little bit
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