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rusty_haloToday is a wonderful day...
It's Lucifer's birthday!!!!
Eight years ago today, in the laundry room of my parents' house in New Jersey, Lucifer's mother Shadow (a beautiful, sweet black stray cat who I'd made friends with) gave birth to Lucifer and his three siblings. Lucifer was the second born (I have it on videotape) and his head got stuck coming out. We all thought he was going to die, but Shadow eventually pushed him out and started licking him, and finally he started making teeny little squeaking baby kitty noises that meant he was breathing.
And ever since then, he's been the greatest cat ever. Sweet, fun, adventurous, but most of all--cool. Being in Lucie's presence could calm anyone; he's just totally accepting and trusting and relaxed.
I gave him a pile of treats for breakfast. I'll have to find something fun at Petco to bring home to him tonight.
I took some photos of him the other day in the bathtub (trying to drink out of the faucet). I'll post those here later so you can all see how adorable he is. >:)
Movie meme thingy:
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Last night I was working until 8pm and talking to my former coworker Sarah about "relationships." Interesting conversation. Sarah's awesome.
Forgot to mention this: I watched two movies over the weekend, Velvet Goldmine and American Psycho.
Velvet Goldmine was kinda "meh"; I liked the hot guys and pretty images but the film itself didn't really seem to go anywhere. It was more about the fantasy of a fan than about the actual musicians, but the portrayal of their lives (however fictionalized) still made me uncomfortable. Maybe fan fantasies make me uncomfortable. And, well, musicals are boring (sorry!).
It was interesting to watch along with American Psycho, though; aside from more confirmation of Christian Bale's talent, they both comment on the emptiness of the consumer culture of the 1980's. American Psycho is much more successful at doing so, and I liked that in the commentaries the writers noted that it applies today as much as it did then.
American Psycho is also very interesting to watch in comparison to Fight Club, which is immensely similar in its criticism of consumerism, and its portrayal of the emptiness that results from a life in pursuit of things and lacking in meaningful relationships. Both show violence as an attempt to get back in touch with something "real" in a world of bright shining phoniness. Fight Club is a lot more interesting to me as a film, since it takes its character seriously as someone to whom the audience can relate, whereas American Psycho's lead character is really more of a metaphor for the inherent violence in the power dynamic of capitalism itself.
Both treat this particular form of nihilist response as somehow related to masculinity, which I actually find frustrating because, hello, women experience the same soul-crushing emptiness and struggle for meaning, too. I can certainly see going into a mosh pit and kicking ass to "feel alive" (which women, such as me, do) as very similar to the Fight Club experience. And if there's one thing in American Psycho that bothered me, it was the saintliness of the female characters; even Reese Witherspoon's shallow fool was treated as basically harmless, instead of as just as complicit as the repulsive men in the corrupt society they help perpetuate.
It was also interesting that after watching American Psycho I put on my headphones and (quite randomly) found myself listening to KMFDM's 1995 album NIHIL, which seems to capture (at least in Raymond Watts' lyrics) the exact same sort of nihilistic disaffection and struggle for meaning within an empty culture that films like Fight Club and American Psycho also explore. (I mean, hello, the album is even called NIHIL.)
I should re-watch The Matrix; I think it does something similar, too.
PS: Excellent thread over at the Hydrogen Board imagining a Chemlab/Pig tour. *sigh* If only.
And I must say, I love it when the bands write their own slash fiction:
And it goes from there.... ("The Brokeback Techrat tour anyone?" "BROKE-DICK METRONOME" "Rivetback Mountain" "Tesseract Fountain"....)
PPS: Did you guys watch the Daily Show last night? The Cheney thing actually didn't strike me as that funny when I first heard it, but when Jon got ahold of it, I thought I was going to die laughing.
PPPS: Celebrate International Quirkyalone Day. (Great link; check it out.)
It's Lucifer's birthday!!!!
Eight years ago today, in the laundry room of my parents' house in New Jersey, Lucifer's mother Shadow (a beautiful, sweet black stray cat who I'd made friends with) gave birth to Lucifer and his three siblings. Lucifer was the second born (I have it on videotape) and his head got stuck coming out. We all thought he was going to die, but Shadow eventually pushed him out and started licking him, and finally he started making teeny little squeaking baby kitty noises that meant he was breathing.
And ever since then, he's been the greatest cat ever. Sweet, fun, adventurous, but most of all--cool. Being in Lucie's presence could calm anyone; he's just totally accepting and trusting and relaxed.
I gave him a pile of treats for breakfast. I'll have to find something fun at Petco to bring home to him tonight.
I took some photos of him the other day in the bathtub (trying to drink out of the faucet). I'll post those here later so you can all see how adorable he is. >:)
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Last night I was working until 8pm and talking to my former coworker Sarah about "relationships." Interesting conversation. Sarah's awesome.
Forgot to mention this: I watched two movies over the weekend, Velvet Goldmine and American Psycho.
Velvet Goldmine was kinda "meh"; I liked the hot guys and pretty images but the film itself didn't really seem to go anywhere. It was more about the fantasy of a fan than about the actual musicians, but the portrayal of their lives (however fictionalized) still made me uncomfortable. Maybe fan fantasies make me uncomfortable. And, well, musicals are boring (sorry!).
It was interesting to watch along with American Psycho, though; aside from more confirmation of Christian Bale's talent, they both comment on the emptiness of the consumer culture of the 1980's. American Psycho is much more successful at doing so, and I liked that in the commentaries the writers noted that it applies today as much as it did then.
American Psycho is also very interesting to watch in comparison to Fight Club, which is immensely similar in its criticism of consumerism, and its portrayal of the emptiness that results from a life in pursuit of things and lacking in meaningful relationships. Both show violence as an attempt to get back in touch with something "real" in a world of bright shining phoniness. Fight Club is a lot more interesting to me as a film, since it takes its character seriously as someone to whom the audience can relate, whereas American Psycho's lead character is really more of a metaphor for the inherent violence in the power dynamic of capitalism itself.
Both treat this particular form of nihilist response as somehow related to masculinity, which I actually find frustrating because, hello, women experience the same soul-crushing emptiness and struggle for meaning, too. I can certainly see going into a mosh pit and kicking ass to "feel alive" (which women, such as me, do) as very similar to the Fight Club experience. And if there's one thing in American Psycho that bothered me, it was the saintliness of the female characters; even Reese Witherspoon's shallow fool was treated as basically harmless, instead of as just as complicit as the repulsive men in the corrupt society they help perpetuate.
It was also interesting that after watching American Psycho I put on my headphones and (quite randomly) found myself listening to KMFDM's 1995 album NIHIL, which seems to capture (at least in Raymond Watts' lyrics) the exact same sort of nihilistic disaffection and struggle for meaning within an empty culture that films like Fight Club and American Psycho also explore. (I mean, hello, the album is even called NIHIL.)
I should re-watch The Matrix; I think it does something similar, too.
PS: Excellent thread over at the Hydrogen Board imagining a Chemlab/Pig tour. *sigh* If only.
And I must say, I love it when the bands write their own slash fiction:
petegala (here): If you go into the men's room between sets, you might just find Raymond and Jared making out in a stall.
jared: and, in reference to Pete from the Cracknation board, Raymond and i would only be having sex in the bathroom if we could sandwich you. we've discussed it, and i call the south side of your street, honey.
And it goes from there.... ("The Brokeback Techrat tour anyone?" "BROKE-DICK METRONOME" "Rivetback Mountain" "Tesseract Fountain"....)
PPS: Did you guys watch the Daily Show last night? The Cheney thing actually didn't strike me as that funny when I first heard it, but when Jon got ahold of it, I thought I was going to die laughing.
PPPS: Celebrate International Quirkyalone Day. (Great link; check it out.)
