In Coffee Spoons

Holly came over for a couple of days. It is really ridiculous how close we live to each other versus how often we see each other.

We drank a good amount of gin and a good amount of pomegranate vodka and did a couple cement mixers. This makes the second time I have voluntarily done a cement mixer, and I believe the third time for Holly. We are unique and stupid snowflakes.

We watched Repo! and Newsies. Holly hadn't seen Newsies before, but had the appropriate reaction: "My god, those two are totally in love with each other. How did Disney get away with this?"

Aaaand we had ourselves a little art project. We've both been mediating between friends lately, and dealing with passive-aggressive people. Thus did we hit on two important points:

1. One of the reasons we are friends is because we're both okay saying and/or hearing "You're being fucking ridiculous, and you need to cut this shit out."

2. If we ever do end up fighting, we need to be properly prepared to deal with it.

And that is how we ended up spending an afternoon making anger management sock puppets.





( crafternoon. )

And a good time was had by all. Except the puppets.

There are a lot of people coming to Christian Bale's defense regarding his on-set rant, and I agree with them completely. There's a lot of talk regarding the pressures of acting and method acting in particular, the power of an emotional scene, the amount that he actually said versus the amount that his character said, etc. Pretty much every theatre person I've talked to has agreed that the DP was at fault.

But no one seems to be touching on the most important reason why this rant is defensible:

It was hot as all hell. Holy fuck. Hot as hell.


[01:46] Seiran79: I don't think I would mind being assaulted by Christian Bale. I mean, assuming he didn't go for my throat.
[01:47] Shinaichica: Assuming he didn't go for the throat I would imagine it would be somewhat pleasurable.
[01:48] Seiran79: It's so nice when my friends agree with me instead of suggesting I seek professional help.

I miss her.

GJ went down in dramatic flames of flaming drama. Fun. I don't know what I like better- the admin's final solution of "I don't feel like trying to fix it anymore, go to InsaneJournal, go away, there has never been a GJ, GJ is myth, GO AWAY!"; or that the response to this message of doom was a flood of lolcats.

So here I am. Still moving in. Fiddling with settings. Please excuse mess.

On the subject of glas