Oh wow, am I slow on the pickup. I just realized that with the (relatively) new MySpace music player, I can "honor" every ONE of the musicians I've selected as Friends by putting a song by each of them available for your convenient selection, as they say. (Just remember to turn off the song already playing before going into my Song History.) I can also vary which one is gonna ride over whatever the hell it is you're ALREADY playing on your puter ... and will do so, at regular intervals. So to all of you who've welcomed the silence here: TUFF LUCK, BABY!
More about the music you're hearing (or turning off) once I've loaded something by everyone sometime in the next week...which will come to over half my self-imposed limit of 111 Friends. Guess this once again proves that I came to MySpace mostly to find music, old and new, that gets to me ... which, as you'll see from those in my Song History, ranges from from stuff you may well have heard, like Jill Sobule’s cheerful odes to depression and the neo-lounge stylings of Jamie Cullum to songs you probably haven’t, like Chasidic rap from Nosson, strange wit from Mailbox, inscrutibility from Japan’s Alone Together, clever mashups from Austrailia’s Team 9, raw punk from Spain’s A Pedir de Milkhouse and refreshingly different latin jazz from Brazil’s Bruno Oliveira. And let’s not forget that SHOOBY TAYLOR (aka The Human Trumpet) IS GOD.
(I must admit, though, that the reason I've actually STAYED on MySpace has to do with those few odd ducks who actually LIKE to communicate, leaving comments for me to laugh and/or shake my head over and, on occasion, actually reading my blog and, on rarer occasion, actually reacting to it. You know who you are.)
Movies
Look, I write about movies to make my living. I talk movies day and night: Blah, blah, blah, blah. Blah. Hear all that pretentious chatter? So, when I set up a website with my reviews, I'll let you know. Until then, back off, huh? Unless, of course, you wanna buy a girl a present... ;>
Tell ya what...I'll send you a list of my recent and all-time favorites if you email me after watching MySpace(ial) Friend Spicy Mac's hilariously weird 25-minute, award-winning, action-film parody FRENCH BOMBER DETECTIVE (streaming in three segments at his website www.wing14.com...and I suggest you let each stream download in a seperate window before you watch, cause you ain't gonna wanna have'ta wait between parts).
Bizarrely spoofing every cliche of j(as-in-Japanese)-pop, euro-shlock and the brother-&-sister(ish) team formerly known as the Warchowski Brothers, it's funnier than the baby orangutan that Spicy uses as his icon...and there's darn little that's funnier than a baby orangutan. (That's a rule of the universe. Look it up.) If the dazzingly surreal special effects and strange dialogue--which happens to be EXACTLY the way Spicy speaks IRL--don't have you on the floor, you won't want my film picks, anyway.
Have written for, developed and/or produced three network and three syndicated series, as well as numerous pilots
Jude IS Obscure!! <-- OMG! Is she REALLY back? Well, thank (or blame) a gal pal named Katherine. And the long-overdue explanation I owe dear Robbie, too. Posted at 5:28 PM Oct 10 view more
About me:
I'm not really as immature as I seem. Sure, I enjoy attaching odd captions to or assembling weird videos from "found" cybercrap, posting them in my far-flung outposts of expression here and elsewhere, then jumping up'n'down until someone looks at them "now now NOW!"...but I actually DO have damn good taste in music. And movies. And books. And people with whom I have relationships. Except for some former friends. And a couple of spouses. And ... hmmmm ... come to think of it, I AM pretty immature. So effin' what? :p
Here, submitted as proof that I'm still a (shameless?) (not-all-that-bright?) child at heart, are an ever-growing slideshow of pilfered images with my comments attached (and, farther down, a pilfered animated film that, tho I had nothing to do with its creation, I was able to boost by helping it deservedly win the top animation prize in a short-film festival I judged waaaay back in 2005.)
I had my OWN video up in the following space but even I'VE grown sick of it, so until I take the time to make a new one here's something lifted from Dead Monkey Comics.
The fact Timothy Farrell's hilarious "Email" is only 1:07, so rapid-paced you have to watch it several times with the sound up high to get all the dialogue, and is rude, silly and smutty should help you understand the extent of my trivial interests and gnat-like attention span. Look at it "now now NOW!" and you, too, may find yourself slipping "I LOVE YOU WITH MOUTH!" & "SHUN" into your daily conversation, making you as kool as I am! Yaaay!
BTW, a couple of hints: 1) You'll enjoy this more if you shut off my damn juke box over in the Music section first and then TURN UP THE VOLUME!
2) After you click to start the video, MOVE your cursor somewhere outside the video to get rid of the obnoxiously obtrusive control bar across the bottom. Why someone as brilliant as Tim can't find a better host for his film astonishes me. LOL.
Who I'd like to meet: No one. Well, if you insist, how about, ummm, some good writers. Like Paul Auster, Caitlin Kiernan, Walter Mosely, Nancy Farmer, smart novelists like that. And their non-fiction counterparts: Malcolm Gladwell, Anne Lamott, David Hockney (whose own art does little for me, but y'gotta love the way he explains art)! And, of course, the fiercefemmes (TM) Oriana Fallaci and Molly Ivans ... if they hadn't both just died. Life seems expecially tough on gutsy women I admire. Sigh.
I think the rule with me is they not only have to be smarter and more talented than I am, but, and it's a BIG but (though the skirt hides it well), I have to able to ADMIT it. And since I'm a writer, I've got the experience to know when a fellow scribe is (clears throat) smart...er and more--uh, y'know--than I am.
Now, let's keep this between the two of us, but I also suspect there are folks in other fields of artistic endeavor who could also whup my ass (the one under the skirt) in a fair-fought brain-off--AND have talents I can't begin to compete with. People like ..arian Kevin Brownlow, who taught the world that silent films are a different and no less important art form than what came after sound. Or Jon Stewart, whose "fake news" and silly interviews with important people get to more truth than anything "serious television journalists" are doing. Or Jonathan Coulton, who writes hilarious songs that stick in your head because they're actually--gasp!--really good music. And then there's harpist/wailer Joanna Newsom and that pixie Bjork, two whose space-alien-like abilities make competition with me (or any other human) useless.
Okay. Guess I would like to meet a few people. Maybe even YOU.
Ooh, you don't even KNOW. That chica just makes my day! And the torture chapter, where she's in nothing but a thong and t-shirt? I can say, with no small amount of certainty, I've never paid so much attention to that sorta scene. >_>
Hey sweetness. Hope All is well. Yeah life's thrown me some fucked up curve balls as of late. Getting divorced, got dumped by the guy i was seeing, the restaurant I worked at got shut down. Shit like that. I don't get on much, except when I come visit Drew and we watch our shows together. Weird being friends with my soon to be ex husband eh?? Anyways.. leave me your number and I'll text you sometime. much <3 Roo Roo
Nice to get a friend req; hope you're keeping chill and all that jazz. :)
Though I gotta say, I shouldn't be the ONLY reason for your "re-joining" myspace...I'd be happy to go make up an account on something you use more, just for the sake of pragmatism!
I'd write more but, hey, I gotta bounce and head out to work. Keep cool~
(Note: I can't send you messages! It says you're "away" or something like that!)
