Sunday, October 31, 2010

You might think there's an explanation. But you would be wrong.

Wow, who wants to hear about MY creepy night? It IS Halloween I suppose.

So first, I'm taking the T home and this really weird man with his bike finally gets my attention. To hear him tell it, he was trying to get my attention for ten minutes. End of the story--I am totally cute/beautiful/whatever and would I like his number? No, I'm married. Ok, do I have a dollar? Or a quarter?

Because there is nothing hotter than getting hit on by someone in need of a quarter.

Oh, wait it gets hotter, but with a different man.

So I get out of the station and I'm rounding the corner. An Asian man passes me around the corner and VERY DELIBERATELY grazes my crotch (wait, it wasn't) with his hand. As if he was just happening to round the corner and he bumped into me and grazed me. Now I had my hands in my jacket pocket, so he actually just grazed my hand, since it was planted in my pockets. BUT. I actually SAW IT HAPPEN. I saw him move his hand and *intentionally* graze me.

So I guess I wasn't feeling very passive.

I already exert my stress through walking. I walk VERY LOUDLY, especially when wearing heels. And I was. And this guy? I'm sorry, but passive sexual groping REALLY pisses me off.

I fell in step behind him and amplified my footsteps. More and more. And we only live 3-4 minutes from the station. I was practically STOMPING behind this bastard. And he kept awkwardly glancing behind himself, but not looking at me. Normally I would have assumed I mistook something--but sometimes you definitely know. You're not even remotely unsure.

There is nothing creepier than those passive fucking creeps who think they can get away with groping, grazing, fondling, whatthefuckever they think they can get away with. I had to turn off to my apartments while he kept walking. I left off with a parting, "Perv!" as I stepped off the path. (And no, it was not clear where I live!)

What a slimey, slimey shit.

Friday, October 22, 2010

You gotta chase the rabbit if you want the tail!

Wow! So I really enjoyed The Town! Nicely done!

Now here's the thing--it wasn't til I was thinking about the movie for a while after seeing it that it even occurred to me how unoriginal it is--I mean, it doesn't even pretend it's gonna do anything new. But it does what it does so well! It has a lot of great touches. Also, it looks great, it has great action, and it's VERY, VERY Boston!

And you know, I also have to say--it's one of those movies that I think really needs to be seen in the theater. It's shot really well, it's got some GREAT suspenseful moments (not because you don't know what's going to happen, but the camera work and editing makes it tense).

And it was also so cool to recognize more than half the places they shot! Bonus points for shooting at Grendel's Den! ;) I remember seeing them shooting at Dunkin Donuts one night when I got out of school (though I don't recall seeing it in the movie tonight), which figures. You know, that I'd see them shooting a Ben Affleck scene instead of a Jon Hamm scene. ;)

(Speaking of which, Mad Men season finale, anyone!? WTF??!)

Anyway. Back to The Town. I would also like to say--Blake Lively can apparently do a really great skeezy, white trash Boston chick.

NOT that I watch Gossip Girl, so I can't tell you what a funny 180 it was to see.

And you know what? I didn't even mind Ben Affleck in this. And after this and Gone, Baby, Gone, I have to a director, the man is clearly doing something very, very right.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Peggy Olson...pioneering the science of wet blanketry...

Woot! So my trial teammates won the trial competition for which I've been playing witness! It was cool to see them win, especially considering one of the three judges was totally ridiculous. There were some incredibly douchey moves on her part, as well as piss-poor rulings. Everyone noticed.

It is really chilly out today due to the wind, but I only know because I had the windows open. I won't be out there today. Even yesterday I felt ridiculous, leaving the law school just before midnight and coming outside to see that it had clearly been raining for hours and hours and you know, I didn't even know it was supposed to rain.

I did actually go to a real movie theater last week, however! I saw Wall Street 2: Money Never Sleeps.

Hmmm. You really just have to pretend it's a new movie and not a sequel, and it just happens to have Gordon Gekko in it. Cause it's nothing at all like the first one. Having said that, it was still decent in its own right. I also read a lot of people giving Oliver Stone shit for pulling punches or for the film not being as biting as it should have been. I really didn't have a problem. I had a small problem with cheese, but only minorly, and you know, I think I just don't like Shia LeBouf. (Also known as: the douchebag next to Michael Douglas in the photo.) I'm not sure I've even seen him in much, but he just about bored the shit out of me in this.

I also did a horror trilogy-thon one day not that long ago and saw The Devil's Chair, Frozen, and The Human Centipede. They were all fairly decent in their own way, though I'd be quite careful about to whom I recommended the first and last films.

The first, The Devil's Chair, was a little Session 9 but done with buckets of blood. Look, I'll show you.

See? Anyway, it has some fairly fucked up moments towards the end that would make me think twice about just throwing a recommendation out there. On the plus side, Zoe Keating does the score, which I recognized almost right away.

Now, does The Human Centipede really need any sort of explanation?

I will say it has been a cult classic on the midnight movie circuit and it just came out on DVD a week prior. And just before I myself watched it, two of my friends beat me to it, both surprising but one especially so. (Wtf? Who hears about shit like this??)

Most movies would tease you for the whole 90 minutes about whether he's really going to make his human centipede, and then maybe he starts to and gets caught, yawn, next. Well this dude gets to make his human centipede by about thirty minutes in, so props for delivery I guess. It had its foul moments but all things considered, was not some stomach-churning impossible thing to watch. I have seen those when I worked with a group called Shock Cinema, usually consisting of banned Italian fare, all of which I would like to un-see...

And then Frozen.

It was pretty entertaining considering nearly the whole movie takes place on a ski lift. It took a turn I was sort of impressed by, nice and gruesome.

I wrote everything up there a couple days ago. But nothing new, just another long weekend of studying and then back to school tomorrow to start up again (yes, Sunday).

BUT! My Weezer ticket came today!

I got the ticket basically because it's the night after my first final and it's LITERALLY next door to where I'll be. This could not be more awesome. So even though it wasn't CHEAP, it was OH. SO. WORTH IT. (And it wasn't all that expensive, either...I'm goin' solo, so I'm in a good row in the balcony.)

They are here for two nights. The first night they are playing The Blue Album from start to finish, then some greatest hits. The next night they are playing Pinkerton straight through and then some greatest hits. I do prefer The Blue Album, plus the next night I'll be desperately crying and cramming for my business law final. So it was not a difficult decision.

Let's hope they don't get into another car accident like they did this time last year when they cancelled their Boston gig...not that I was going to that one, for some reason...oh yeah, I had FIVE finals last time instead of TWO.

Monday, October 11, 2010

You need three ingredients for a cocktail. Vodka and Mountain Dew is an emergency.

So I had to miss evidence class last week to help my friends in their trial competition. I got my friend L to take notes for me. I think, based on this except, you can tell why I like to get L's notes:


• “Consumer warning”: Do not try to use habit as a surrogate for character evidence. Habit is not a “backup argument” when you can’t get character evidence in under 404(b). Habit evidence is fundamentally different:

o Habit evidence is evidence of how a person responds to a repeating, particular situation that the person encounters frequently, to which he nearly always responds in the same way.

o Habit evidence is usually devoid of moral tones, generally in contrast to character evidence.

o Habit evidence requires showing a pattern – 1, 2 or even 3 instances generally not enough to demonstrate habit.

o Example: testicle story that [EllenAim] will be very sorry she missed

Saturday, October 02, 2010

It's a relief to see someone worse than me...and really know it.

That line made me die laughing, and for so many reasons. And I'll get to that.

So it has been a very Mad Men week. First, I'm playing witness for my trial mates' third year competition. Whoever makes up these competitions likes to have fun with the characters, and this one has been Mad Men-themed. It's just character names and the similarity ends there. For example, I was playing Peggy Olson but the case involves the banking industry and the accidental death or suicide of Don Draper. I did get the wonderfully fun task, however, of admitting my affair with Mr. Draper. ;)

My friend's team advanced and next week, so they flip sides, therefore I'll now be playing Betty Draper. (Now if only I looked like January Jones!)

And the week before last, I have to admit I nearly dropped out of my trial team. I just felt like I was sucking so badly, it's a long story, but at the end of the day I spoke with my professor (who is not my coach but is involved with the teams) and decided to keep trudging along. And I have been feeling a little better as the days continue, for no real reason other than that's just the way things go.

But after that first round of my friends' trial competition...oh holy jesus. The two of them were really, really awesome. The opposing team? Well, they are incredibly smart, I have no doubt, because for one thing I think they're both on honor journals, but one thing was blindingly obvious. They hadn't had the sort of classes or training that I'm currently enduring...*cough*, um, taking right now.

So I don't mean to knock them because first of all, these are mock trials and hardly real life. And honestly, if you don't know where to stand, how to phrase the questions, what you can and cannot do, what procedure calls for, etc., then how is that really your fault? (One might ask why they entered the competition, on the other hand, but I hardly have that information.) All I know is that it was a three-hour-long lesson that was altogether painful to watch.

I won't lie...I really enjoyed playing Peggy Olson and quite frankly, landing several hits for my own team due to the poorly phrased questions counsel asked me.

But I have been feeling really awful about my own abilities, confidence and pretty much being the weakest link. So in the episode of Mad Men I'm currently on, when Peggy and Don escort out this awful interviewee, Peggy says the above subject line, and I just thought, "Amen, sister!" (So really, I don't mean for this to sound like a mean posting, but well, there it is.)

The other Mad Men thing my was getting the newest Rolling Stone in the mail. Um. I don't subscribe to RS, but it had my name and address on it. It's probably just a gimmick, but I can't help being suspicious. First of all, this was the cover:

And part of me wonders if the internets and someone in marketing over at RS is watching people's activities. It's such aptly-timed carrot-taunting, between my reading various RS articles online and also keeping up with MM how could one not be paranoid? I'm mostly joking? But a little paranoid? ;)

Also, out of curiosity, while watching MM I googled Waverly and 6th, the address Draper gives the cabbie. I can afford it, totally.

So anyway, it has been a really stressful couple weeks and I have an appointment with a doctor next week (if it doesn't interfere with trial, oh the irony) to get some anxiety drugs. I never used to have a problem with anxiety but I feel like it has gotten much worse, perhaps due to stress? Who knows.

All I know is I'm starting to care way too much about what happens on Project Runway.

But like a little chocolate truffle waiting is next Friday night. FOUNTAINS OF WAYNE, BABY.