I DID!!!! And that WAS the best part! Although, can we discuss how EVERY SINGLE PERSON seemed like a serial killer based on their monotone and lack of facial movement and emotion? Including the cops? The only people I felt probably didn't have bodies hacked up and hidden in their attic were the two lawyers, especially the older man, even though it was super creepy that he kept calling the woman with the weird growth on her nose The Lady Lawyer.
Also, I'm kind of embarrassed that I had never seen an Errol Morris docu before. I really want all my documentaries to have dramatic reenactments of a milkshake being dropped in slow motion. Actually, I take it back - THAT was the best part.
I got someone to watch The Thin Blue Line. My tumblr life is complete.
There’s a woman who works in one of the two identical sandwich stations of my office cafeteria. It’s a line I visit at least twice a week, and her sandwiches are better than those of her coworkers. Her positioning of ingredients and swift, yet delicate construction makes this woman a true sandwich artist. We’ve developed a friendly, nameless relationship wherein she greets me a bit more happily than her average customer and we engage in small talk during the sandwich-building process. I don’t have a true “usual,” since my sandwich cravings vary from day to day, but she is well aware of my affinity for whole wheat bread.
Anyway, today our relationship took a big step; we’ve now reached the trash talking stage.
Just before the woman in front of me began to place her order, my sandwich-making friend disappeared. She walked away from the station, but I figured her absence would be brief. I returned my eyes to my phone and checked some emails, but the next customer began to get antsy. She asked the sandwich builder in the second line if he knew where our artist had gone, but he didn’t have a clue. “She just left without saying anything,” the woman exclaimed while cutting to the front of the second line. Just then, Our Lady returned…and she heard the tail end of the woman’s complaints.
“Were you talking about me?” “Yes, we didn’t know where you went!” “I had to go to the restroom. I’ve been standing here since 11:45.” “Well you didn’t say anything.”
She quickly ended the dialogue and began my order. After the irritated customer left, she handed over my finished chicken salad sandwich and asked, “So do you tell people when you need to use the restroom?”
“Nope.” “I didn’t think so, because I don’t either. Here you go. Have a great day.” “You, too.”
My sandwich was delicious, by the way. And I got Bonnie a wonderful pantsuit.
When I hear, on NPR’s Morning Edition, digital app developer Michael Kripalani singing the praises of his 2-year-old’s ability to navigate his iPad, I wince. And when Kripalani says that “it’s really, really awe-inspiring when you see a 3- or 4- year old child that really gets [the iPad],” I want to shake him right out of my car radio. It’s not awe-inspiring. I love my iPad, and it itself is pretty awe-inspiring—but it was, in fact, developed to be so simple that a child could do it. And when I see a child as young as 2 or 3 hunched over that, or some other piece of digital equipment, my reaction is never awe.
…For a small child, still learning things like language and vocab, that tablet is really nothing more than a very expensive cause-and-effect toy. Poke the bunny image, and it hops. Perhaps it says the word “bunny,” but studies have repeatedly shown that toddlers don’t learn words well from television, but need, instead, an actual human speaking being. Until researchers prove that the iPad and iPhone act diferently on a child’s mental processes than a television, I’ll continue to be convinced that for young kids, these aren’t “educational toys,” but pricey distractions.
Moby, “First Cool Hive” - Because Scream 4 comes out in less than a month.
This is the song that closed Scream as Gale Weathers and her (new) cameraman reported on the dead murderers, Matthew Lillard/Skeet Ulrich, and their victims.
"Spoiler-Free" doesn’t count if the movie stars Matthew Lillard.
Speaking of spoiling Matthew Lillard movies, Angelina Jolie and Johnny Lee Miller get together at the end of Hackers. They make out in a rooftop pool. Crash and Burn, man. Crash and Burn. That movie ends with “Heaven Knows” by Squeeze. Obviously.
So how much of Mildred Pierce do I have to read before Sunday?
Will HBO and Todd Haynes be providing page numbers for each part? Also, I’m beyond irritated that it will now be impossible for me to read the novel without envisioning the daughter as Evan Rachel Wood. The less space she takes up in my brain, the better it is for everyone. Because the more I think of her, the more I complain about her - and you don’t want to be around me when I’m complaining about Evan Rachel Wood, James Franco, James Franco, or James Franco.