blue

my parents are visiting.  i'm pretty sure they're getting tired of my lack of cable tv, relying only on phones for access to the outside world.  my dad asked if there's a place around here that would put on rachel maddow; i told him he has better odds of finding a unicorn.

jamz

church music

[dropkick murphys at warehouse live]

this isn't Crazy Cat Lady Syndrome; i only make friends with felines that invite themselves into my apartment.

houston summer has melted my collegiate pride.  and i have the sense of humor of a 12-year-old boy.

quiet

he wears a smile; everybody run

[When we were shooting the pilot for Twin Peaks, we had a set dresser named Frank Silva.  Frank was never destined to be in Twin Peaks, never in a million years.  But we were shooting in Laura Palmer's home and Frank was moving some furniture around in her room[...]And this picture came to me of Frank in the room.  I went running in and I asked Frank, "Are you an actor?" And he said, "Well, yes, I happen to be," because everyone in L.A. is an actor.  And maybe everyone in the world.  So I said, "Frank, you're going to be in this scene."
   We did a pan shot of the room, twice without Frank and then one time with Frank frozen at the base of the bed.  But I didn't know what it was for or what it meant.
   That evening, we went downstairs and we were shooting Laura Palmer's mother on the couch.  She was lying there in sadness and torment.  Suddenly she sees something in her mind's eye and bolts upright, screaming.  Sean, the camera operator, had to turn the wheels and follow her face as she bolted up.  And it looked to me like he did a perfect job.  So I said, "Cut - perfect, beautiful!"  And Sean said, "No, no, no.  It's not."
  "What is it?"
  "There was someone reflected in the mirror."
  "Who was reflected in the mirror?"
  "Frank was reflected in the mirror."]

 - David Lynch, in Catching the Big Fish, on how the (terrifying and nightmare-inducing) character of Bob came to be

bored

friday afternoon, alone in the lab.  waiting for one experiment to finish, so the weekend can begin.  perusing TweetsofOld, 'extracted tidbits from old newspapers'.  my favorites:

[The New York Mail reports that cultured Boston people describe fish-balls as "piscatorial globes." KY 1883]

[The latest slang is "slim." A slim is a dude, a slimette is a dudine. KY 1883]

[Mr. John Hieber, of Etna, has had quite a full experience in the way of being shot Tuesday last. PA 1885]

in future, please refer to me as 'slimette'.  or 'dudine'; i can't decide.

mini

 

where do i find one of these?!

[having Australian/British friends has opened my mind to the idea of eating Cadbury chocolate year-round, not just at Easter; i highly recommend Top Deck.]

lcd soundsystem - new york i love you but you're bringing me down

voluminous

[Stylish 20-something woman to overweight pug breathing heavily: Well, Winifred, you're out of breath because you're out of shape. (pause) No, you're not fat. You're voluminous. (pause) Yes, I am aware it's not all your fault. Mummy likes to watch you eat powder doughnuts. (pause) Pugs that look like they have a coke habit are very funny for mummy, yes they are.]

via Overheard in New York