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raybearA friday top five countdown.
1. I love wedding songs. Seriously. Carpenters' We've Only Just Begun, Laura Nyro's Wedding Bell Blues, even that stupid song by NeXt called Let's Get Married. Politically I'm against state-sanctioning of specific relationships (I'm not just talking about same-sex civil marriage here -- I think any two people who want to set up a household and get all the tax benefits and responsibilities should be able to get civilly married). Even philosophically the idea of saying 'forever' wigs me out. But I still love the songs. I'd be a fabulous wedding planner, even gayer than Jennifer Lopez. Somedays I'm tempted to pursue DJing wedding gigs, even though I know I couldn't handle the reality of the job.
2. The cover of the Chicago Sun-Times informed me that Roger Ebert hated The Life of David Gale. I'm not surprised. When's the last good movie Kevin Spacey made? When's the last non-fake -triumph-of-the-spirit-bullshit movie he's made (K-Pax, Pay It Forward, The Shipping News were all the same shlockfest in different cities)? When will people finally realize what I've known all along which is that Kevin Spacey is an incredibly mediocre actor who's also an ass in real-life? And that he's gayer than Liberace and all the fellow cowards in Hollywood are helping to hide him?? Wake up.
3. I've made two mixtapes in the past month that I listen to constantly. Constantly. On one tape I put two songs back-to-back from 1992. Sometimes I have to fast-forward past them because I can't handle hearing them. But usually when I listen I get a visit from my 1992 self. Today they informed me that I'm a lucky bastard and hit me on the chest. I think I blushed.
4. On the news this morning I learned of another incident in a club in Rhode Island at a concert being put on by.....Great White. Once Bitten, Twice Shy. I needed that morning laugh in the midst of a fcked-up situation.
5. Last night my dreams were long and involved and prominently featured Slim. She played multiple characters, including herself and not one but two lovers of mine. At one point she morphed into a cop who decided to ticket someone in the midst of a very police-hating district, so Damon and I were trying to drag her ass back across town before catching a beatdown from the locals (who we agreed with), though not before going into a Walgreens to buy clearance priced Valentine's Day candy. This particular store seemed to specialize solely on holiday products. But my favorite Slim scene involved her telling me this convoluted plan where we would meet on the corner and when I approached her I'd open a box of cigarettes to offer her a smoke, than I would take one out with my teeth and light one for both of us. I told her that seemed ridiculous, and she replied, "c'mon, you know you've always wanted to do something like that. It's hot!" Later she broke up with me over dinner while I was sitting and trying to come up with a kind way to bring up the subject.
This summary does not do the dream justice, but if I were to write out the entire story, it would be a novella or at least a screenplay. The main feeling I experienced during the whole dream though? "i'm just along for the ride." And I was. And I enjoyed most all of it.
1. I love wedding songs. Seriously. Carpenters' We've Only Just Begun, Laura Nyro's Wedding Bell Blues, even that stupid song by NeXt called Let's Get Married. Politically I'm against state-sanctioning of specific relationships (I'm not just talking about same-sex civil marriage here -- I think any two people who want to set up a household and get all the tax benefits and responsibilities should be able to get civilly married). Even philosophically the idea of saying 'forever' wigs me out. But I still love the songs. I'd be a fabulous wedding planner, even gayer than Jennifer Lopez. Somedays I'm tempted to pursue DJing wedding gigs, even though I know I couldn't handle the reality of the job.
2. The cover of the Chicago Sun-Times informed me that Roger Ebert hated The Life of David Gale. I'm not surprised. When's the last good movie Kevin Spacey made? When's the last non-fake -triumph-of-the-spirit-bullshit movie he's made (K-Pax, Pay It Forward, The Shipping News were all the same shlockfest in different cities)? When will people finally realize what I've known all along which is that Kevin Spacey is an incredibly mediocre actor who's also an ass in real-life? And that he's gayer than Liberace and all the fellow cowards in Hollywood are helping to hide him?? Wake up.
3. I've made two mixtapes in the past month that I listen to constantly. Constantly. On one tape I put two songs back-to-back from 1992. Sometimes I have to fast-forward past them because I can't handle hearing them. But usually when I listen I get a visit from my 1992 self. Today they informed me that I'm a lucky bastard and hit me on the chest. I think I blushed.
4. On the news this morning I learned of another incident in a club in Rhode Island at a concert being put on by.....Great White. Once Bitten, Twice Shy. I needed that morning laugh in the midst of a fcked-up situation.
5. Last night my dreams were long and involved and prominently featured Slim. She played multiple characters, including herself and not one but two lovers of mine. At one point she morphed into a cop who decided to ticket someone in the midst of a very police-hating district, so Damon and I were trying to drag her ass back across town before catching a beatdown from the locals (who we agreed with), though not before going into a Walgreens to buy clearance priced Valentine's Day candy. This particular store seemed to specialize solely on holiday products. But my favorite Slim scene involved her telling me this convoluted plan where we would meet on the corner and when I approached her I'd open a box of cigarettes to offer her a smoke, than I would take one out with my teeth and light one for both of us. I told her that seemed ridiculous, and she replied, "c'mon, you know you've always wanted to do something like that. It's hot!" Later she broke up with me over dinner while I was sitting and trying to come up with a kind way to bring up the subject.
This summary does not do the dream justice, but if I were to write out the entire story, it would be a novella or at least a screenplay. The main feeling I experienced during the whole dream though? "i'm just along for the ride." And I was. And I enjoyed most all of it.
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Date: 2003-02-21 07:59 am (UTC)2. Ruthie dated Roger Ebert once upon a time. Twice, in fact. Once before and once after her first marriage. Funny funny. And as for the movie, my roommate jenny's boyfriend, thomas (who is a grad student at u chicago, coincidentally, and knows that guy julian from the "gathering" on sunday), also hated it. and kevin spacey definitely inappropriately hit on undergraduate a cappella boys a few years ago, some of whom i'm friends with, and most of whom are/were straight. he was apparently really sketchy. go figure.
5. That dream sounds uh-mAZing!!~! and now i have to go to a meeting.
xox,
myles
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