Group Shot 1 (from left to right): Michelle Mathews - the White Witch (of Narnia) Daniel Rodrigue - Elderly Indiana Jones...in the Search for the Golden Dentures Pete Freedman - Marty McFly (Back to the Future) Alex Flores - Doc Brown (Back to the Future) Jesse Hughey - David Foster Wallace (RIP) Noah Bailey - Rocky Raccoon
Group Shot 2 (from left to right): Christina Mapp - Mother of 5 Phone Sex Operator Merritt Martin - Alex Trebek (Jeopardy!) Al Culmo - Demon Warrior Brittan Dunham - Captain Hook Patrick Michels - Hawaiian Punch Nikki Loehr - Benjamin Franklin Sam Merten - Dr. Phil head on Tom Leppert body Megan Feldman - Geisha
Today I ate aHalloweencupcake and it turned my teeth black. I really wanted to take a picture of it and amuse someone.
I watched La Dolce Vita for the second time and appreciated it more (I think because I didn't have to focus on the dialogue as much) but I still like 8 1/2 better and I still get sleepy near the end.
Little Big Planet is wonderful.
I don't miss my apartment one bit... which is odd.
Today this guy came up to my desk and tried to make conversation. It went something like this:
Dude: (pointing at Bradley picture) How's your son? Me: Good. Dude: (smirking) How old is he? Me: 6. Dude: (laughing) So you had him when you were, what, 16? Me: Yep. Dude: (pointing again at Bradley picture) So, he's your brother? Me: (confused) No.... he's my son. Dude: Wait. That's actually your son? Me: YES. Dude: And you really had him when you were 16? Me: YES. Dude: ... (walks off)
Bradley wrote a letter to a girl he liked in Kindergarten who he no longer gets to see because he's at a new school. It went something like this:
Dear Natalie,I hope you are having a good weekend because I am having a horrible year. I miss you and wish I was still at Pierce. I have dreams that I am there and see you. Love, Bradley
He put it in an envelope along with his school picture, took it to Pierce and gave it to the ladies in the office with a note that said "Please give to Natalie Hudson." The next day she called and got his address and they had an adorably awkward conversation. I told him he should always be that nice to girls.
It was our fourth year doing the pre-party/block party thing and, once again, I had so much fun! I saw my best friends, danced, took pictures, saw some drag queens and then called it a night before I had the chance to wind up hobbling down Throckmorton with a broken heel and holes in my stockings... again. Robin, if you read this, I'll miss you so much. To everyone else... I'll see you next weekend! WHAT?! Two weekends in a row?! Yup, the holidays are truly upon us.
Marble wash jeans? Check. The Right Stuff t-shirt? Check. Camera and screaming voice? Double check.
Behold: Me losing it when Joey let out "Remember when we said girl please don't go..." Tonight is my favorite New Kids song and this was my favorite moment of last night as you can probably infer from the atrocious camera work and Brittanish squeals. Review here.
Working for an alt-weekly has its definite advantages. When Britt and I walked up to will call at the beautiful Majestic Theater last night and were handed seats 5 and 6 on row A and then were escorted to said seats to find that they were in fact front row, dead center... I kinda liked my job.
I've been slightly obsessed with the Magnetic Fields since I discovered them several years ago after hearing a cover of "The Saddest Story Ever Told." It's still my favorite MF song and no one can do it quite like they can. Last night I finally got to experience them live and it was truly a magical experience. I don't know how to describe it besides like watching a quintet made up of classically trained musicians, prolific songwriters, mad geniuses and rock stars.
Britt Clardy made me be ballsy and ask for a picture after the show. Ok so he asked for the picture. Anyway, read my review here. It's the first one my music editor has ever liked.
I have to move out of my apartment. I should have left in June when I had the chance but I didn't so now I'm stuck living with the g'rents until I get another chance. The past year has been a series of mistakes and steps backward. I have no plan or faith... just waiting to see what happens. I'm sad because I don't see much to believe in anymore. I wish I was still naive. I wish I still had a sense of humor.
Print update here. Lots of music stuff coming up including The Magnetic Fields, NKOTB and Atmosphere so check back.
I watched A Mighty Heart last night (thank you, Netflix) and was pleasantly surprised. In case you're unfamiliar, it tells the story of Daniel Pearl, the Wall Street Journal reporter who was kidnapped and beheaded on camera in Pakistan in 2002. The film was everything it should have been and nothing more. It was journalistic, accurate and didn't try too hard. It didn't attempt to be a thriller or even to entertain, but was still gripping. It told a story for the sole purpose of letting the truth be known. It was everything that a story by journalists, about journalists should have been. Very respectable, if you ask me. Also, it's no secret that I love Angelina Jolie but I wasn't sure if she had the chops to play Pearl's wife, who is biracial, French and an incredibly powerful, intelligent journalist. Thankfully, she did the part justice and then some. The accent and portrayal (from what I've seen of watching Mariane Pearl on C-SPAN quite a bit and reading her book) were spot-on. The supporting cast and direction were outstanding as well. Only one minor casting decision kept me grounded in reality in those moments when I was (literally) losing touch with the fact that this was a narrative and these were actors. I have to also mention the beautiful shots of India, Pakistan and France. Wow.
Speaking of writing... here's more of mine. Only one update that I'm almost ashamed to put up after just talking about some of the most respectable journalists in the world... but oh well! Fight Club midnight movie... terrorism... close enough.
Speaking of being ashamed... I found pictures from high school cheer camp. They are ridiculous so I'm just going to put up one that pretty much sums it all up. There we are. MacArthur HS Varsity at UCA camp on the UNT campus. We spent a week there working out, being dumb and staying in dorms. Be glad I didn't share those pictures.