Siddity In The City

Whispers, gasps, shouts, sighs.

See, I could have used a title like "Randomosity" or "Non Sequitur" to indicate that this'll be another one of those irritatingly disjointed posts, but instead, I just came up with a title that was itself random and unrelated to anything I will post! Ha! Tricksy little hobbitses (me). 1. Is it wrong that I have continued to bid on something I don't even want that much on E-Bay just to piss off (and drive the price up for) the counter-bidder, because I hate her member name? It's turning out to be a kind of stupid game of chicken, at this point. I mean, I kinda want the stuff, or else I would never have bid in the first place, but, you know, she outbid me with her snarky, in-your-face screen name (it's funny, her screen name is like an inverted, evil, aggressive version of mine). What if she just bid becuase she thought my screen name was a snarky-evil-inversion of hers?!?! Okay, I'll stop. In case you were wondering, the item in question? Three guesses. 2. So I hit Puma.com the other day, and started up a fantasy list of shoes that I was going to post here. Then, I started looking around for the shoes I wanted on other sites, like Amazon.com, and I got really excited because I thought I'd found a bunch of Pumas I wanted for about $30 off. I started filling up my virtual shopping cart with discount kicks, woo-wee! But they were only offered in certain colors I wasn't crazy about. Then it occurred to me that buying the discount pumas was like the shoe equivalent of eating fat-free food: You end up going overboard because what you're getting leaves you unsatisfied. Why get these three pairs of shoes, totalling $120, when I could get The Pair I really want for $75 and be done? After that moment of blinding clarity and enlightenment, I was able to climb down from the Puma-binge ledge and think clearly about what I want, and how badly I want them. Which led to a stroke of genius that eventually ended with me finding them elsewhere for the right price. One pair. In my size, in the exact color combo I'm seeking. Yes! 3.The Walter Reade over at Lincoln Center is hosting some seriously cool film fests this month. There are a bunch of Swedish films there until the end of this week. Unfortunately, I've already missed all the ones I wanted to see, except for Kops and Lilya 4 Ever, which I plan to see on Thursday. Friday night (April 8) the Amitabh Banchchan fest begins. I'll be up in that theater all weekend. What? He's the biggest film star in the world! But the one that's got me really geeked is the 12th New York African Film Festival, running April 20-28th. I have to check out my work schedule, but I'm hoping to see about 5 of the films they're showing. I wish I could see them all! The line-up is outstanding. If anybody's interested, drop me a line. 4. I saw Sin City last night. Hmmmmm. It was a treat for the eyes, I must say. It totally lived up to that hype. A comic book brought to life. However. It was deeply fuckedup. I tend to giggle at certain kinds of gratuitous violence, but this was a lot even for me to take. And, as Shasta mentioned, it was hard to watch every woman in the film victimized in one way or another, often by their "rescuers," even. So they had big guns. Everybody in that friggin' movie had big guns. Okay, everybody in the friggin' movie also got handed ass-on-platter, but still. Yeesh. >;} Rosario was mighty hot though. Mercy. Just, damn. 'Cause I'm a sucker for the mo(ck)hawks. And super-high strappy heels. And mild punkyslutiness. On boys and girls! She had 'em all! Holy, holy! And godamighty, who knew Carla Gugino was stacked like that?! Okay, maybe the mens. They knew. But I never looked at her that way in Spy Kids and shit. Clive Owen is one foxy muhfuggah. I wish they'd tarted him up in black shadow, heels and a tho--Wait. Did I say that out loud? I meant, er, wifebeater and leather pants, er, orsomething. Haha. Ha. Ahem. Elijah Wood is probably so giddy right now. He will finally be able to segue from playing the baby-faced innocent to playing the crazymuthafuckinpsychobitch I always knew he could be. Seriously, people. That sweet kid face is only going to last so long. Give him ten years and he'll look just like this guy, except without the funny. I'm thinking crazymuthafuckinpsychobitch is EW's new schtick. I might have to see that movie again, though. Just, you know, for, um, clarity? I'm sleepy now. Goodnight. P.S. I just watched the ass-end of Hackers. Aside from being generally recoculous in execution, the plot in part rests on the premise that too-much-the-pretty Angelina Jolie wouldn't go out with so-much-the pretty Jonny Lee Miller. At the end, he says some bullshit line about how he couldn't have gotten a date without the bet they made. Er. Jonny Lee Miller. Couldn't get a date. BWAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Even if he didn't have this face and body, have you seen his tongue? If you haven't, go watch Trainspotting again. Go ahead. I'll wait. *whistling, looking around, making sandwich, burp* Seen it? Yeah, it's like that. No lonely nights for this guy unless he wants it that way. Couldn't get a date. Snort. I almost wish he and AJ'd had a kid together before they split up, because I would have liked to see what would happen when that much pretty gets together. Does it cancel out in the next generation? Increase exponentially? What? I have to find some more JLM images, you don't look as convinced as you should about his pret- OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMFG! My new desktop wallpaper. *hyperventilates* *dead* Yeah, I know I came down on fake-o dancefloor lesbians for kissing for the sake of onlookers and shit, but fuck it. These two can make out for my amusement any time. I'm a hypocritical cow that way.

posted by Sid @ 4/05/2005 11:22:00 PM