I break bones and laugh.

Watching the Daily Show's fine McCain bio film, which used clips of Marlon Brando brilliantly to chart the changes in McCain's life, I realized something anew...and that was: Gotdam, Brando was so damn good. I think many people don't really realize that because they've never seen it. They've seen his later stuff or the lurid tabloid pieces or a million bad impressions. Lord knows I have. But seriously, he was the living end. On the Waterfront, in which he plays a failed boxer, features one of his most famous lines, definitely one of those in the "million bad impressions" category. This scene was clipped for the McCain piece and although they show only like, two seconds, I tear up every time. Brando was so, so good and so beautiful.



Holy shit, my emotions. I'm going to rewatch this today, I think.

EDIT: Oops, I must have been sleepier than I thought. Sorry about the double post!

I love this Consumerist story so much.

It's Britney, bitch.

*tivos*

My mother was born before women could vote. But in this election my daughter got to vote for her mother for president.

Yeeees.




I wish I had a dainty Obama cami like my Blythecon.

This is from my sk so I hope it works. Oh and also, they replaced my favorite parking row with dirt. Good, I've often said that parking is too convenient on campus.

Now onto history, my nerdy end-of-day treat.

I watched Dexter season two yesterday and I like that show a lot but I had to laugh at one thing--man, that is quite a display you've got there. Especially since it looks like your carrier is Boost Mobile.

Saturday, I finished watching The Mist and Ebert was right, it is a competent if fairly by-the-book Horrible Things Pouncing on People Movie. But that ending! [Please note that that link is to a spoiler of the ending.] The movie was taking forever and I was wondering how much longer I had left so I looked up the summary on The Movie Spoiler, which has only the ending. However, after I got a load of that, I turned it off. How depressing. Like I told kaytethinks in chat that night, nothing was beautiful and everything hurt.

Of course, the ironic thing is, after I turned it off I put on An American Crime, which is nothing if not depressing. It was well-made, it was hard to watch, and I never want to see it again.

Moving on from that cheery topic, I've been looking over the Fashion Rocks supplement that came with the new Glamour and it's really good. Lots of beautiful photos and interesting features that are making my urge to create twitch.

I love the photoshoot with Dhani Harrison and Sasha LastnameI'llneverspellcorrectlyfrommemory. Oh, Pivovarova. And here it is, by the way. A return to bohemian luxe? Like I ever left!

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Also in the issue that I've enjoyed so far (not done yet) is the essay by Joan Jett on the evolution of her style. I particularly enjoyed this jawdropping tidbit: ...in 1979, I formed the Blackhearts and we relocated to New York...But 23 labels turned us down when I sent them four songs: "I Love Rock 'n' Roll," "Crimson and Clover," "Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah)," and "Bad Reputation." !!!

And another thing: I'm sure that some people probably felt really old when that now iconic Vogue grunge spread came out. (It was December 1992. I believe Lucie de la Falaise was on the cover...which is kind of funny because she's married to Marlon Richards, whom I'll bet is the child of Anita Pallenberg Dhani's referring to in "Here Comes the Son." Anywho, some day I will gather my grandchildren at my feet and tell them the grand tale of eyebrowless models and bald models with dragon tattoos on their heads and how Marc Jacobs was visionary insane.) Well, I think I know what that feels like, having gotten a gander at the "emo" fashion spread. Oh, you kids today with your dungarees and your hula hoops and your (now flatlined) black parades.

All subcultures speak in code; grunge is no exception. Megan Jasper, a 25-year-old sales representative at Caroline Records in Seattle, provided this lexicon of grunge speak, coming soon to a high school or mall near you:

WACK SLACKS: Old ripped jeans

FUZZ: Heavy wool sweaters

PLATS: Platform shoes

KICKERS: Heavy boots

SWINGIN' ON THE FLIPPITY-FLOP: Hanging out

BOUND-AND-HAGGED: Staying home on Friday or Saturday night

SCORE: Great

HARSH REALM: Bummer

COB NOBBLER: Loser

DISH: Desirable guy

BLOATED, BIG BAG OF BLOATATION: Drunk

LAMESTAIN: Uncool person

TOM-TOM CLUB: Uncool outsiders

ROCK ON: A happy goodbye*

Oh and while I'm on the subject of nostalgic freakouts, will someone please see fit to release House of Style on DVD or at least, upload some more to yt?

Juliana Hatfield--Nirvana
Nirvana--You Know You're Right
Rockabye Baby! (Lullaby Renditions)--Here Comes the Sun
My Chemical Romance--Teenagers

Now, rock on, y'all. I've got some new family photos scanned that I just need to crop and those should be up in a little bit.

Dane Cook is not happy with the poster for his upcoming movie.

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