In fact it's not Flo and Mo in the pic. We had just bought a few pounds, or kilos, for the non-Anglo-Saxon people, of second-hand clothing and accessories. The result is visibly risible. My mom actually thought I had a ciggie in the hand. It's a pen, mom! Although you did find that pack of Pall Malls in my bag.
Val's headscarf is the one that cracks me up. She looks like that cartoon, the classy goose. And I just look plain "Absolutely Fabulous." What college kids do when they are done with homework! Or more like, when they are procrastinating...
Those days are gone. I am at the office 12 hours a day and I barely acknowledge the existence of life, human life forms and social activities. Bah, I will make the movie of the century in a few decades, kids. A French drama. That was always my dream. Or a British period piece. I am very Merchant Ivory when it comes down to it. And a friend once told me that I exude a Helena Bonham-Carteresque air. Can you see it? Behind the shaddy clothing and the gaping mouth, there is an aristocratic smoker.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
changes
So here it is. Change. I knew it was a good thing coming back home. More things happened here in two weeks than they have in nine months in New York.
I am working on a foreign film, for foreigners and starring a big name. Well, it used to be big during my puberty when all the action movies were in fashion. Never thought I'd be doing this, particularly since I haven't watched many of his movies. Actually there was one film they kept on broadcasting on Rai Uno ten years ago. The one with a little red haired girl being kidnapped by someone. And he gets it on with her mother, who's his bother's widow or his best friend's widow. Or maybe she was just a single mother.
Talking about saucier stuff, cause he's expired if you ask me, I saw Star Wars: the revenge of the Sith. So, Hayden turns into Darth Vader, our favourite, bronchitic villain ever to chop heads with a strong flashlight. Although the fanboys claim he cannot act his way out of a bag, I can definitely say he can act his way to my pelvis. I had a few flashes of heat while he was being bad bad bad. But now we can all understand why he was soooo bad bad bad. He had half of his limbs chopped by his friend, he had burned badly and he had killed his wife somewhere on the path to saving her from death. Ain't that upsetting? I would just probably be depressed and would eat ice cream all the time. I figure you can't eat solid food through that mask. Which reminds me of a boy who was in my screenwriting class at college and who fell off his bike on his face and had to wear a wax support in his mouth and drink his liquid meals through a straw he had stuck in a hole in the wax thingy. Scary.
Which reminds me, my friends and I used to have a "favourite" we called Darth Vader. She dressed in black coats, and did all sorts of villainy things. Where is thi spost going ? I have no clue. Like often. After 12 hours at the office who has a clue? Maybe Angela Lansbury? Or Alicia Silverstone. Nah, nevermind.
I am working on a foreign film, for foreigners and starring a big name. Well, it used to be big during my puberty when all the action movies were in fashion. Never thought I'd be doing this, particularly since I haven't watched many of his movies. Actually there was one film they kept on broadcasting on Rai Uno ten years ago. The one with a little red haired girl being kidnapped by someone. And he gets it on with her mother, who's his bother's widow or his best friend's widow. Or maybe she was just a single mother.
Talking about saucier stuff, cause he's expired if you ask me, I saw Star Wars: the revenge of the Sith. So, Hayden turns into Darth Vader, our favourite, bronchitic villain ever to chop heads with a strong flashlight. Although the fanboys claim he cannot act his way out of a bag, I can definitely say he can act his way to my pelvis. I had a few flashes of heat while he was being bad bad bad. But now we can all understand why he was soooo bad bad bad. He had half of his limbs chopped by his friend, he had burned badly and he had killed his wife somewhere on the path to saving her from death. Ain't that upsetting? I would just probably be depressed and would eat ice cream all the time. I figure you can't eat solid food through that mask. Which reminds me of a boy who was in my screenwriting class at college and who fell off his bike on his face and had to wear a wax support in his mouth and drink his liquid meals through a straw he had stuck in a hole in the wax thingy. Scary.
Which reminds me, my friends and I used to have a "favourite" we called Darth Vader. She dressed in black coats, and did all sorts of villainy things. Where is thi spost going ? I have no clue. Like often. After 12 hours at the office who has a clue? Maybe Angela Lansbury? Or Alicia Silverstone. Nah, nevermind.
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