Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Just hold me, dude.


My dream UNsexy "comfort" three-way is me, Obama, and The Rock. I mean, if The Rock told you everything was going to be OK, you'd believe him, wouldn't you?
Fuck. I may have to go see that Witch Mountain movie just so I can stop gnawing my [no doubt asbestos-covered] nails and just freaking unclench.

Oh motherfucker. Everybody hit the deck, this NOT a fucking drill.

I 've spent the last week freaking out over the possibility that my [old-ish] apartment has asbestos drywall, which wouldn't be something to spazz about if there hadn't been some leaky pipes, with subsequent ginormous holes cut in my bathroom ceiling - for the second time in less than a year. And the people doing all the cutting? Are NOT dressed up in HAZMAT gear like they ought to, like I give a fuck about them, because this my goddam home we are talking about and they are tracking drywall shit all over my apartment. All over. Building management is way too laid-back about this, and the managers [read: custodian/rent collector] is amazingly unprofessional and just a dash of high-school bitchy; when told that I can see into an adjoining suite from my shower, and they can see me, Anonymous Fuckface Bitch's response? "Oh, nobody wants to look at YOU." Suck my dick, I thought, but lacked the balls to say.
I've spent the last day freaking out because it's confirmed, it IS asbestos drywall, and this is one post where I can't be funny or snarky or happy here.

Monday, March 23, 2009

that's the kind of sugar mama likes


At left: Daniel Craig wearing lots of clothes and smiling! Oh, and only one more sleep until Quantum of Solace on DVD! Squee, indeed.

Friday, March 20, 2009

heh heh heh

It's been over two months since I posted a picture of Daniel Craig shirtless - I know - what the HELL? Where are my priorities?
Above: can you believe this bit keeps on getting cut from the TV broadcasts of Tomb Raider? I repeat: The. Hell? Not something you see every day...well, unless you're me. And have a shrine to the demigod of studliness at your desk.

It's spring! About frigging time.


It's official; it's spring. Just thought I'd share that with y'all.

Sure signs: cherry blossoms [GVRD has 36,000 cherry trees just waiting to go "kaboom!" in a pink explosion], increased filming locally [not just current locally shot series - hel-lo, Supernatural and Smallville, but also pilots being filmed for - they hope - fall '09 debuts] and oh yeah, totally fucked up weather. Snow in the morning, sunny sidewalk cafe weather in the afternoon. Sheesh.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Who's sexier: Silhouette or Night Owl?


OK, I've included some spoilers, but they're in black text, so just highlight the blank spots in the paras below to read them, refrain from highlighting for blissful ignorance.
First off, DO NOT take kids to see Watchmen. It has an R rating for a reason. Secondly, don't let reviewer's rumblings of how misogynist and violent to women the film is keep you from seeing it; it kind of is, but the violence gets equally spread around to men, women, kids, animals...I was a bit apprehensive because from what little I had read before seeing the movie it looked like more Sin City-esque 'tude; namely, that if you dress up misogynist pigfuckery and women as victims and only as victims ["Oh save me, I'm just a woman!"] in stylish art direction and call it noir, it's somehow OK. The only bad taste the movie left in my mouth was the Comedian's resemblance to Robert Downey, Jr. - I will forever get a twinge of "ew" when I look at RDJ and see the archetypal sleazy, nasty uncle. The one who's really your dad. Say it with me: Ew.

We arrived at the theatre a few minutes into the film, but before the main titles, and before the expository flashback [and can I just say, Silhouette is one sexy bitch, especially in the scene where she sweeps the nurse off her feet and just plants one on her. Whew. Never mind what woman I would go gay for, I think I have gone gay for Silhouette, played by gorgeous Vancouver artiste Apollonia Vanova.] Also, when Dr. Manhattan isn't wearing his Posing Pouch of Justice, he is noticeably swingin' some serious pipe. The only other thing I'm gonna say is that the wrong pair of glasses can dork a guy up beyond redemption - Night Owl is pretty darn lickable when he takes off those horrid seventies-style aviator specs, as the Silk Spectre finds when the two finally get together in a very sexy and very sweet scene. And hot. Did I mention hot?

If you're keeping an eye out for Vancouver landmarks, forget it; nothing to indicate the movie was filmed in Vancouver except the inevitable appearance by CTV's Mi-Jung Lee as an anchorwoman. I don't think that really counts as a spoiler. Oh, and Baber from Little Mosque on the Prairie has a small scene! And what Dr. Manhattan has to say about miracles at the very end is really quite moving, but that could have been the pre-film hoot talking ["for to enhance viewing of moviefilm"].

So, to recap: the movie is awesome, don't take the kids, go to the bathroom before the film starts, and bring your own snacks [it bears repeating: y'mama's got to hold on to her money, and I advise y'all to do the same].

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

better than ice cream


Let the Right One In is out on DVD, today! No more sleeps! God, I am such a big nerdy fangirl. Stay tuned for the inevitable gushing review, and the long-awaited smackdown between [REC] and Quarantine. But for now, I'm about to scarper off to the Buy More as it's ten bucks cheaper than it would be at Happy Bats. Sorry Bats, but y'mama's got to hold onto her money.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Spike & MIke's Sick & Twisted Festival of Animation...blows. BIG time.

A couple weeks ago, Miss M and I checked out Spike & Mike's Blah Blah Blah at The Rio on Broadway and Commercial. Miss M had been in years past; me, never. It should have been a fun evening: start off with the best pizza in East Van at Uncle Fatih's across from the theatre, and then bring on the sick & twisted cartoons.

Except....it wasn't. The cartoons appeared to be pretty much tired, the bottom of the barrel. It's not that I'm shocked or grossed out, just really disappointed, and you could feel the crowd's collective vibe of "meh". OK, there were some standouts, but in a hour-plus long show, they shouldn't have been so few and far between. A lot of them were around ten years old, or student portfolio pieces, and if you can't be technically amazing, at least be funny. Not asking for the world here.


The standouts were:

Fantaisie in Bubblewrap:

The Furious Little Cinnamon Bun: an angry little pastry totally loses its shit and incurs the wrath of the Great Dick In The Sky. Actually, anything at http://www.lonesausage.com/ is pretty good.

Washington: who knew George Washington was so badass?

I mean, DAMN. I have never known cartoons to suck the fun out of an evening, but Spike & Mike sure did.