Saturday, February 28, 2009

Paris, Je T'aime

I feel almost as much love for this little movie as for the magnificent city itself. It's free on instant view Netflix, check it out. Gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous.

"I ache for who we were."

I have an innate distrust of anyone who doesn't LOVE Paris. And even more of people who hate it. I just wonder at their ability to feel, or to love.

Make your own rocket out of a sharpie!

Via Lifehacker.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

THE COMMUNE gets its first review!

It's a great one!! Courtesy of the awesome Heidi Martinuzzi at Pretty/Scary.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

5 Things You Think Will Make You Happy That Won't

Best article ever.

Trailers From Hell: They Call Her One-Eye / Thriller: a Cruel Picture

My friend Katt Shea does a great commentary on this infamous and wonderful movie here. A terrific film that she and Danny B. Harvey recommended to me after reading and enjoying my PISTOLERAS fact, Danny gave me my One-Eye copy. But make sure you see the unrated version, which is not going to be easy to find if you know what I mean...

Monday, February 23, 2009

4 year anniversary

I keep forgetting. Happy four-year blogging anniversary to me.

Longest relationship ever.

(Not counting my friendships, family, and school career. Actually, that's not love affair with movies has been going on since I was 3...)

Nonetheless, celebrations and salutations to me.

Because sometimes her arms bend backwards...

...and that gum you like is coming back into style.

The Text Reverser.

Tah-dah! Now you can be as effortlessly cool as David Lynch's dwarf.

Halloween, baby

Thank god Bloody-Disgusting finally released the news...buddy Brea Grant is off to nowhere Georgia to be the second girl lead in Zombie's HALLOWEEN 2. Woooot!!

And before she left, she still squeezed in time to do a table read of my screenplay DEAD MOM'S CLUB with Annie Savage, Kate Martin, Cat O'Connor, Michael Wilde. Thanks, Brea! Knock 'em dead in your funky socks!

Light recipes from Red Mountain Spa

Ooooh don't these feel yummy?


1 cup quinoa, uncooked (use a mix of red, yellow, and black for color)
2 cups vegetable stock or water
1 cup grilled vegetables (see recipe)
1 tbsp grated cotija or Parmesan cheese
kosher salt and black pepper to taste

Grilled Vegetables:
1 medium zucchini, cut lengthwise
1 medium yellow squash, cut lengthwise
3 roma tomatoes, cut lenghtwise
1/4 cup marinade for grilled vegetables
1 tbsp garlic cloves, roasted
1 tbsp. shallots, roasted

1/4 cup olive oil
1/8 tsp dried basil
1/8 tsp dried oregano
1/8 tsp fresh thyme
1/8 tsp fresh rosemary, chopped
1 tsp chopped garlic

Vegetables: Combine all marinade ingredients in a large bowl. Cut the zucchini squash and tomatoes and add to the marinade, mixing to coat thoroughly. Roast the garlic and shallots 8-10 minutes at 350 degrees, let cool, then chop coarsely. Grill the squash and tomatoes on the grill or in the broiler, let cool, then cut into 1-inch pieces. Quinoa: Rinse grain in cold water to remove resin, strain.Combine with stock or water in pot. Simmer over medium heat for about 20 minutes, or until liquid is absorbed and the grains begin to split. Remove from pot and let cool. To serve: Combine quinoa, vegetables and cheese in large bowl. Season with salt and pepper.


4 4-oz. boneless, skinless chicken breasts (free range)
1 cup achiote orange marinade (see recipe)
4 tbsp diced fresh peach
4 tsp red pepper, diced
4 tsp red onion, minced
1 tsp fresh cilantro or basil, rinsed and chopped
1/2 tsp raspberry vinegar

Achiote Orange Marinade
1 tbsp achiote (annatto) paste
1/2 cup + 2 tbsp orange juice
3 tbsp fresh lime juice
2 tbsp olive oil

Combine all marinade ingredients in a large bowl. Add chicken and marinate in refrigerator for 1 hour. In a small bowl, combine peaches, red peppers, cilantro, red onions and rspberry vinegar: refrigerate until needed. Pre-heat grill, drain excess marinade from chicken and grill until done. Set aside to rest. Pre-heat saute pan, spray lightly with cooking spray or olive oil and when the pan justs begins to smoke, saute the peach relish for approximately 1 minute. Serve chicken with relish spooned on top.


8 oz. soba noodles, cooked
12 oz. rock shrimp (70/90 count per pound)
1/4 cup poblano chile, roasted, peeled and diced (also available in jars)
1 tbsp chopped fresh garlic
1 tbsp cilantro, rinsed and chopped
2 tbsp sundried tomatoes, julienned
juice from 2 fresh limes
2 tbsp olive oil
1/3 cup tequila

Cook noodles according the package directions. Drain, toss with a few drops of oil and a pinch of the chopped cilantro and set aside. Pre-heat saute pan and add olive oil to coat bottom. When oil just begins to smoke, add rock shrimp, and saute until they begin to brown, add sundried toamtoes, cilantro, and poblanos. Saute another minute. Add lime juice to saute pan and allow to reduce for 30 seconds. Add tequila and reduce for another 30-45 seconds. Serve with the noodles.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Barbara with the lazy eye

Can't I just have both of them? I've been a really really good girl. I deserve them. Polygeny has a really high success rate.

Canine Epilepsy. It's serious, folks.

Wow I so don't give a crap about the Oscars

Have I grown up? Been in the business too long to see past the superficial political chess game? In a huge depression and not finding joy in things that used to make me happy?

I've been watching since I was 8, but it looks like this is going to be the first year I turn off the tube.

UPDATE: watched it with the benefit of great food and company. Thanks for hosting a fun party, Benson sisters!

Oh Mickey

I don't know, man. There's still a lot of old-school Hollywood wives voting their hubby's Oscar ballots. I'm not sure the Academy is really ready for dog-lovin' and a**-f****ng in their good will worldtour beamed out to a billion people tomorrow night. In fact, no, I'm going to go out on a limb and call it against popular opinion: they'll name best actor Frank Langella. Stately, proper, US representative Frank Langella. Because it's always political, baby.

But this flies just fine at the Spirit Awards:

UPDATE: God damn I'm good, baby. I could just smell that. Been studying the industry too many years to think he wasn't squandering his goodwill with the dating the daughter, Bai Ling, fag comments, and weird dog focus. Poor Mickey. Well, he's in good company now with poor Lauren Bacall and Saving Private Ryan. It's really a bad thing to think you're a frontrunner for that's never in the bag, and there's a history of academy voters turning at the last minute.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Ça c'est quoi?

"I don't know what I'm supposed to remember."
- Shawn Spencer, "An Evening With Mr. Yang" - PSYCH

Okay, so the way my life works is if I hear something repetitively through the week I consider it a sign to pay attention to.

So WHY WHY WHY have I now heard the phrase amuse bouche around five times this week?

Strange things are afoot...

Oh, and how can this already be PSYCH's season finale? Curses.

Friday, February 20, 2009

So pretty - Coldplay

If you love me
Why'd you let me go?

I took my love down to Violet Hill
There we sat in snow
All that time she was silent still

So if you love me
Won't you let me know?

If you love me,
Won't you let me know?

Friday thoughts

When the heart grieves over what it has lost, the spirit rejoices over what it has left. - Sufi epigram

I've always read the above quote as left, the verb. Like you were active in choosing what was lost, which made me feel good about it, like it was meant to be. But I just realized it could be left, as in, what meager things you have leftover now that you've lost what mattered to you. Like, "I'm not dead yet!" Wow. Not so empowering. Even worse, since it's a translation and I'm diddling over one word, it might not mean either.

Oh, we love The Onion.

I'm now Netflix reviewer #11.

Must Read After My Death sounds fantastic.

For Arcadia High, I briefly mentioned EAT PRAY LOVE as a good source for is a twenty minute video of the author Elizabeth Gilbert on thinking creatively, free on youtube.

What do you think of this poster?

A few different variations, playing up the fun, sexy, campy and lurid aspects of the film:

Thursday, February 19, 2009

For Arcadia High

Thanks for making me feel welcome, and keep writing! Ms. Tucker has my info if you want to drop me any more questions.

Some things we didn't get to in class, but I was asked after:

How do I make my characters different?
While some writers are known for using a hyperstylized author voice for each character (Tarantino, David Mamet, Diablo Cody), for the rest of us it's considered amateur writing. One of the best books addressing this issue and how to plan your characters so that they reflect your theme is Robert McKee's STORY. His theory is that each character should bring out a different aspect of your main character. (In the same way that you act differently around your mom than your best friend than your math teacher). We all have public faces we wear as masks, and ultimately how we choose to act also reflects what we value. So draw a pie chart and make enough lines though it so that you have a slice for each character. Write the main characteristic of each character in it, and that should be what is being brought out in your main character in the scenes with that person.

How do I end my story?
This is perhaps the most frequent mistake authors make. Read A STORY IS A PROMISE by Bill Johnson. Your theme and your first ten pages have already determined what your obligatory ending HAS to be, or audiences will hate your story and feel cheated. It's your job to go back and analyze what the characters and your unconscious have been telling you your story is...and deliver. Bill has a great website with free articles. I think they're fantastic.

How do I come up with ideas?
We talked about looking at a combo of your favorite books and movies to discover your life look at those same stories and combine elements of them. Voila! There's an idea. Remember PRIDE AND PREDATOR?

I came up with my idea for THE COMMUNE by combining specific experiences in my Bohemian childhood with one of my favorite books (MISTS OF AVALON) with two of my favoritie movies (CHINATOWN and THE WICKER MAN).

Following up on the problem of only writing what you know...
You're teenagers trapped in the same small world, so it makes sense that many of you are setting things in school, home, hallways, and talking about romance, parents, authority figures...this problem is why one of the most frequent pieces of advice given to young writers is to go LIVE when you graduate. Travel, see Europe, try on jobs and experiences. Experience some real tragedies, and talk to people who don't come from your same zip code. But in the meantime...look at the essence of your story and see if you can't take the same issue you're exploring, and using the Magic If, imagine what it would be like in another state, country, time...Sometimes that's all it takes. If you're writing about a boy you like, set it in a fantasy world like Lord of the Rings. Can they not date because they aren't the same species? It's really about looking at the root of what you're interested in exploring in that idea, and taking a step back and changing just one element. Look at Romeo and Juliet. That story has been told successfully in dozens of movies just by changing the location. The most recent retelling is UNDERWORLD. Same for CINDERELLA. If you start looking, you'll see the patterns and get more ideas.

We didn't talk about designing your protagonist, so I'm going to recommend this brief article to you.
Structure and Character Part 1
Structure and Character Part 2

Also, look at your boring scenes.
They're boring because the characters are agreeing with each other. Most likely, there's something you want to say and you're making a speech about it. Think about how this feels when a teacher or parent does it to you...boring, right? And not very convincing. Because there's no CONFLICT. If someone is talking in a scene, the other character better be disagreeing...even if it's only silently expressed through their actions. Remember when you didn't like what your sister was saying, so you gave her the cold-shoulder and loaded the dishwasher and kept trying to ignore her, imagining her head would just explode? Now that's a scene.

The other main reason scenes are boring...
Because you're repeating yourself. If you're not adding new information, than you're just preaching at your readers again...and they're tuning out just like you do in class.

Where's that PG clip from your movie?
Better yet: Here's a clip and the original page of dialogue as I wrote it, so you can get a feel for the process.

It's really all about feelings?
Yes. Read this article. Examine the works you're attracted to and dissect why. And listen to the song examples we talked about in class. Listen to how much emotion is in their singing voices. Your stories, in any medium, should ideally be that passionate and raw:
The Verve: The Freshman Meaning Lyrics

The Airborne Toxic Event: Sometime Around Midnight Lyrics

Another great one we didn't discuss: Father of Mine, by Everclear. Lyrics.

Female singer/songwriters who are known for delivering passionate performances are Pink, Jewel, Alanis Morissette, Fiona Apple. These people are expressing something very personal and specific about their lives (often their love lives, which is why I'm not pointing you to examples), and as we discussed, the personal becomes universal...transformed by the purity of their emotion. Google their name plus "lyrics", or plug their name into Youtube for more examples.

And remember...once you graduate, you're paying your experts. Seek out teachers who have a few key points you agree on, and discard whatever doesn't work for you. Because you are all unique as artists and humans, and there is no such thing as a RIGHT way that works for everybody. If there were, that teacher would be a billionaire and an emperor. And if someone tells you you suck and you can't write? Keep writing. Don't absorb the body blows. Remember, that person just isn't in your niche. Find the people in your life who are, and pay them more attention than the ones who aren't.

Hope this helps! Ms. Tucker has a handout on more resources for you, and drop me a line if you have more questions.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Pride and Predator

EFfinging rad. Wish I'd thought of that.

UPDATE: Oh, never mind. Neither did they.

Celebrity Rehab Sober House

I'd be lying if I said I understood. Totally not my world. I'm thankful these aren't my issues, but god knows I've been through tough times and illnesses that required rehab...and I pretty much don't get what the hell they're doing here. It seems very lackadaisical. It's like week 2 and half of the people have relapsed and been immediately allowed back into the house without consequence.

I just don't get the "program" they're working here, with rules that they can choose to break whenever they want. I don't know. I don't know. It's pretty obvious why only 1 in 10 stays sober. It seems to me they should be paying for structure, like they were in a school. Lights out at 11, up at 8 to exercise, take turns cooking meals, daily therapy and group sessions...get back into structure and learning how to lead normal lives instead of indulging the narcissist drama queen actor sides of these addicts.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Flight of the Conchords - Too Many Dicks

Back in fine form tonight, after two shaky episodes.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Weird reversals

So IMHO, these shows have been rocking:

Big Love
Burn Notice
Chelsea Lately
The Big Bang Theory

These shows have been boring the spit out of me:

Battlestar Galactica
Private Practice
Brothers & Sisters

And these formally great shows have me on the fence:

Flight of the Conchords
30 Rock

And the most enjoyable show of all has been CURB YOUR ENTHUSIASM in reruns. There you have it.

If I had any more money I'd want...

This incredibly chic pin dot trench for $178.

This whole outfit by Halogen is sensational and a total steal.
Sweater jacket $68, Tank $28, Trousers $68.

And the tank has an empire waist AND bra-friendly straps. Love.

Sweet Pea empire top for $58, Green cardigan by One A for $39.

Adorable, classic outfit by Semantiks. Pencil skirt $68, top $48, jacket $128.

The Bellatrix one-shoulder silk chiffon top for $78.

Frye Melissa short boot, $247.

Kate Spade Lorna wedge sandal $295.

Fashion steals

Everyone's tight on money and tight on wasitbands these days from stress-eating. But there are a few cheap items out there that are timeless pieces that always look good, and can make you feel great without bankrupting you.

Pencil skirts look good on anyone of any size. You can buy them in the most forgiving of fabrics: black triacetate or dark denim, for work and play.

Peplum jackets are always flattering and can be mixed and matched with anything in your wardrobe for work or dates.

A wedge heel is surprisingly comfortable to walk in, doesn't take the skill level of a stilleto, and is incredibly sexy day or night.

Here's a red patent from Payless Shoes for $25:

Here are two other cute choices.

My new favorite shirt. Fairly affordable at $48, incredibly stylish, and hides your PMS pooch.

A cute necklace can add a pop of color for $15.

And don't forget an empire shirt or dress is also flattering on everyone.

My favorite trouser pants are very flattering for women with hips, and are a surprising faux jean texture that can pass at work or play.

Hope some of this helps you feel like a Queen!

Larry David quotes

Trying on pants is one of the most humiliating things a man can suffer that doesn't involve a woman.

Anyone can be confident with a full head of hair. But a confident bald man - there's your diamond in the rough.

When I was living in New York and didn't have a penny to my name, I would walk around the streets and occasionally I would see an alcove or something. And I'd think, "That'll be good, that'll be a good spot for me when I'm homeless".

MEME: 10 Films to judge a suitor by

In honor of Filmthreat's list, what are the top ten movies you judge a suitor or good friend by? You know, like if they don't LOVE this film, you kinda think...mmmnnn we don't have so much in common.

TAG! You're all it.

And I'M going to practice being mysterious. Suck on that.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Friday the 13th

My Netflix review:

FRIDAY THE 13th (1980)
4 out of 5 stars
Still fantastic. If you've ever taken Robert McKee's screenwriting Horror Genre day, it's a textbook example of what to do right. Maintains a taut anxiety level in the audience through the whole piece, is totally logical, based on primal fears, and a tremendous amount of fun. The use of the POV camera to put us in the sadist power position of killer has never been done to better effect. What it does almost as well is continually up the energy level by turning up the sexual subtext. Really skillfully done. Makes modern horror slashers look inept and completely unaware of their purpose.

Oh, and the sequel in 1981? Still pre-tty pre-tty good (insert Larry David inflection). 3.5 stars

Heidi Martinuzzi's review of the remake or reimagining or whatever on her female-centric horror site Pretty/Scary.

May I vent?

I found an electronic pressk kit for THE COMMUNE. One that should have gone in an envelope with a film festival entry. am I supposed to figure out now which of the 20 entries doesn't have the requisite kit?

By looking them all up and calling them. Or else they'll cash my $100 check and disqualify us anyway.


Stop the presses: auto fellatio incorrecto on Nip/Tuck

Honestly, I bumped on this portrayal, too. And I swallow a lot on Nip/Tuck.

But, he wasn't that flexible...there wasn't a hose in his pant leg...and my writer's brain ALSO started going towards the "wait, wouldn't he just bend over and blow?"

Not that I've ever seen it done before online. Ahem. Or that I know by now how to judge a man's *character*.

Keep it real, Nip/Tuck. And...carry on with your bad-ass self.

What do men want?

Can't win for losing.

Sooo...guys are strange.

A guy I dated for about a month got skittish and broke it off because I wrote that I liked him on my blog. LIKED him. He still wants me now of course, three years too late.

So I learned not to say I liked anyone.

Then another guy lost interest because he read both my preferred requirments and my list of 100 things about me. No conversation or negotiation, just ended. So I learned not to answer 25 questions about me on Facebook (so stop asking).

I blogged about a man I had unrequited feelings for, and received a painful confession of love from a good friend. And a date offer from two others.

I blogged about a guy dying to be blogged about, who was then pissed about what I wrote and that it was a poem.

I blogged about a first date but the guy was upset it WASN'T a poem. And the other guy I was dating at the same time lost interest.

I blogged about blowing off steam in Europe and a relative called me a whore.

I didn't blog about a guy I had a first date with who prepped by reading my archives, thus he decided I don't like him.

Soooo...they want to be special, they don't want me to be special, they want me to examine them, but then freak out at what I see...

Do you get where I'm going with this?

I know you all LOVE hearing about my little anthropology experiments and my thoughts about bumblings towards ecstasy, but it seems to be hurting my lovelife. No matter what I do. And um...I love you guys, but guess what's more important to me?

I don't see how Carrie ever got Mr. Big this way. I call shenanigans.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

My new favorite Defamer Headline

Which is saying much, since those guys are soooo smart and witty.


Come on now. How freaking great is that headline? Classic.

Because my friend rocks

Look at this encouraging email I got about a dream my gfriend had about us. Supporting me even in her subconcious!

Oh, we were in some restaurant in LA, like Spago's, (which I've actually never been to) and they had this system: rich/famous people were seated at tables and having a grand time and then "regular" people could walk on a designated path that wove around the tables and gaze at them, always being sure not to make eye contact and never to speak unless spoken to. You and I were on this path, weaving about, and rich/famous people were summoning you all the time to come over and chat, and it was this weird situation where they were nice and friendly and seemed to adore you and yet we were on this stupid path and not sitting at the table...
Plenty of psychological interpretation available there, right? But I always remember that in Psych 10, my professor told us all these theories about dreams and then ended with "and then another theory says that it's just housecleaning for the brain and doesn't have significance at all." So, it is whatever you want it to be!

Well, whatever it means, I feel loved and appreciated. Good timing!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Valentines thoughts

by Robert Graves

Love is universal migraine,
A bright stain on the vision
Blotting out reason.
Symptoms of true love
Are leanness, jealousy,
Laggard dawns;
Are omens and nightmares -
Listening for a knock,
Waiting for a sign:
For a touch of her fingers
In a darkened room,
For a searching look.
Take courage, lover!
Could you endure such pain
At any hand but hers

Sappho's immortal poems are difficult to translate. What is freaking amazing is how many other gifted poets have done so, including Lord Byron and Tennyson. Check out this amazing web page with dozens of translations of the same gorgeous Poem of Jealousy. Just stunning artistic work about our shared humanity, and the different creative takes on it. And thanks to the incomparable Robert McKee for calling my attention to the poem in the first place in his new Romance Genre screenwriting day. At the moment, Paul Roche's is my favorite:

He is a god in my eyes, that man,
Given to sit in front of you
And close to himself sweetly to hear
The sound of you speaking.

Your magical laughter — this I swear —
Batters my heart — my breast astir —
My voice when I see you suddenly near
Refuses to come.

My tongue breaks up and a delicate fire
Runs through my flesh; I see not a thing
With my eyes, and all that I hear
In my ears is a hum.

The sweat runs down, a shuddering takes
Me in every part and pale as the drying
Grasses, then, I think I am near
The moment of dying.


Cheese and crackers people, I put up with a lot from you assholes. Am I REALLY supposed to suffer some perv coming here because they googled "Bionic Woman Pubic Hair"?????!!!!


Things I can't say to him

Ilsa: I wasn't sure you were the same. Let's see, the last time we met...
Rick: Was La Belle Aurore.
Ilsa: How nice, you remembered. But of course, that was the day the Germans marched into Paris.
Rick: Not an easy day to forget.
Ilsa: No.
Rick: I remember every detail. The Germans wore gray, you wore blue.

Rick: Tell me, who was it you left me for? Was it Laszlo, or were there others in between? Or - aren't you the kind that tells?

Rick: It's funny about your voice, how it hasn't changed. I can still hear it. "Richard, dear, I'll go with you anyplace. We'll get on a train together and never stop - "
Ilsa: Don't, Rick! I can understand how you feel.
Rick: [scoffs] You understand how I feel. How long was it we had, honey?
Ilsa: [on the verge of tears] I didn't count the days.
Rick: Well, I did. Every one of 'em. Mostly I remember the last one. The wild finish. A guy standing on a station platform in the rain with a comical look in his face because his insides have been kicked out.

Oh my god, have you ever stood with a comical look on your face as your insides were kicked out?

I did once. Only I was sitting, in a thirty-year-old car. When he said "I'm so glad I met you" and then threw us away in the gutter. You'll see it in THE COMMUNE.

That's the thing about the one without the power. They remember that day, every detail, for the rest of their lives. Replaying over and over again what they should have done to get a positive result, looking in their beloved for ANY shred of a proof of love...a hand on the knee, a kind smile, a hesitation...

And the beloved goes on with their life with all the power and no need to ever remember. You think Ilsa knows she wore blue that day? Or knows how many days were together?

No. It was over for her the moment she walked away. The guilt might have stung every once in a while, but no compulsion to burn the details into the worn grooves of their brain. Her guts weren't spilled in the streets, begging to be sloppily shoved back inside and stitched with answers that will never come; never be understood.

She might feel bad about being perceived as a bad person and spout platitudes and apologies never backed by actions over the years...but anyone who feels love isn't the one who makes the choice to piss on it. No. The Ilsas never think of coming back to you, and they certainly never think of you with any sense of connection or belonging. You're just another fellow traveller.

Ah, romantic love. How we Europeans and Americans idolize it so as the only thing worth living for, when the suffering over it is a pain beyond bearing.

Friday, February 06, 2009

To infinity and beyond

Big Bro and his Fies avatar creations in MOM'S CANCER are featured in a new book on the top 60 Graphic Novels of all time. Check out his post. Thanks to the alphabet, the family tome is listed after MAUS.

That's really nice.

You know, it got back around to me a decade ago that my ex-boyfriends were bragging about having slept with a Power Rangers stuntwoman. I wonder if now the lucky few brag about having slept with an Eisner-award winning comic character...

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Cammie Hill

I am related by roommate blood to NYC purse designer extraordinaire Cammie Hill. Aaaaand a different purse selection here.

Aren't they droolworthy? Let's play how well do you know me...guess which one I received recently as a present! :)

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Great compliment

Someone told me last week my grin reminded him of Steve McQueen. How cool is that? Pretty smart thing to say to me.

So next time you Hollywood types are bitchin you can't find a Steve McQueen to cast, think of me.

Monday, February 02, 2009

NOOOOO not Christian Bale!!!! Aw man...another diva...

Fuck. Well, here it is, the recording of Christian Bale losing his shit on a DP.

I swear, I'd JUST rewatched AMERICAN PSYCHO thinking "huh, you know he actually IS kinda attractive..."

UPDATE: Right, right, I totally forgot about that whole beat his mother and sister police charge. Wow. Yeah. Okay, nevermind. Ixnay on the elschactorway.

ANOTHER UPDATE: Oh yes, the remix is brilliant. My roommate called dibs on it for her wedding dance song. Drat.

I've got hurt feelings

Free Mashup: MGMT vs. Santogold vs. Bowie

Both of these feel delectable, and the price is right.

Sunday, February 01, 2009