I really want to like Mega Shark Vs Giant Octopus, but it’s so self-consciously trying to be so-bad-it’s-good that I fear I will never be won over. It’s no Anaconda, you guys. I love the last shot of the trailer, but if noone in the film is taking it seriously, (aka how J. Lo. BRUNG IT to the aforesaid snake movie), I don’t see any reason why I should laugh.
On the other hand, 2012 is going to be the best thing since ever. When I watched The Day After Tomorrow , I was tottally gutted that the devastation seemed so minor at the end. I wanted full on On The Beach levels of angst and annihilation. And now it looks like I’ll be getting it. This is serious stuff!
The other night, I walked into a restaurant and realised as soon as I was seated that it was a Poor Choice. The menu featured all the food genres – stirfries, pizza, pasta, Americana – I was fooled by the French name on the door. So I chose a cheap, standard option to minimise my losses (burger) and came home all dissatisfied. And then I wrote a post for A Cat On The Wall all about how to avoid such situations and have AWESOME solo dining experiences. It made me feel better and you can read it here.
As a side note, the pictures in that post which I am stealing to use again here, are of my favourite restaurant in NYC, The Minetta Tavern and it’s notoriously decadent Black Label Burger. (If you are really into burgers you can even read this article about how perfectly it is made.)
“Other people were young once, just like you. They broke their hearts over things that now seem trivial. But they were their own hearts, and they had the right to meddle with them in their own way.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, written into an inscribed book, via Every Book Its Reader by Nicholas A. Basbanes
OK, so I never watched One Tree Hill, but I heard it got pretty crack-tastic. This is the most genius/ridiculous plot point ever (it is exactly what you think it is).
Even Shortland Street can’t rival that. Speaking of, my favourite Shortland Street moment ever was one rote episode where Chris Warner walked down the hospital corridor and just slips over in this huge pantomime way for no reason. Perhaps I am a pie-in-the face girl after all.
I’m starting to begrudge every second I spend asleep or inside or doing anything that isn’t incredible.
You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
Oh, Baudelaire. Would that I could be drunk on virtue!
I have been a terrible blogger here lately, with all my writerly efforts going into the NY I Love You posts at A Cat On The Wall – my red-headed stepchild blog has usurped the firstborn!
Anyway you can read there about how I went and saw Third Eye Blind, which was pretty major considering their self-titled album is my cassette kryptonite – unthrashable despite ten years of effort.
More recently, I wrote about checking out the amazing Richard Avedon exhibition at the International Centre of Photography. I had the hardest time selecting pictures for Gina to post – so here are a few more favourites.
Pictures taken from RichardAvedon.com