I emailed Rough Trade on Saturday to ask them about the release date of Open Season and received this reply ( Read more... )

Fuck yeah

Mmmm...Jean-Pierre Léaud. I can't wait to see it in the theatre. I've had a shitty, fourth-rate bootleg of it since I was about twelve.

"We went seeking greatness in movies, and were most often disappointed. We waited for a movie like the one we wanted to make, and secretly wanted to live."

Oh, I Cannot WaitI'm rather surprised they chose such a simple title. I do hope they stick with the appropriated book jacket art, though. And I hope Rough Trade decides to release it on the same date in the U.S. instead of waiting three months like the first one, or I'll have to pay twenty-five bucks again. Not that I really minded. So I'm assuming ( Read more... )

on a day when all I can do is mope and think of the boy and wish more than anything that he was here with me, when I am doing nothing constructive and nothing with any real purpose, just drawing picture after picture of Kafka (they're all terrible. I've made him look awfully deranged) and have staring contests with my cat (she wins nearly every ( Read more... )

Kind o’er the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy ( Read more... )

Am off to the boy's best friend's house to commiserate and play the Withnail & I drinking game. I do not anticipate being conscious by morning.

Today was free day at MOCA so I finally went to the Ed Ruscha exhibit that I've been meaning to see for weeks. And of course, being free day, it was crowded as hell. Though I did get to do what I wanted; I was alone in the Chocolate Room for quite awhile before anyone else came in. One of my old professors works there, which I wasn't aware of until ( Read more... )

I tried, I really did, to come up with ten albums I loved this year. Alas, I could really only come up with nine. Oh, well. The nine I did come up with are arguably brilliant, so I don't feel too bad. Here we go:

9. Electrelane-The Power Out I fucking hate it when someone proudly states that all bands with girls in them are terrible. Or that ( Read more... )

Fucking hell. I do believe I have fallen in love with the Arcade Fire.

This has the potential to become an obsession of epic proportions.

but I have hit a new low:

No less than an hour ago I was sobbing and eating leftover cranberry sauce from a can while listening to "So Far Away" on repeat.

I really need to get out more.