Sunday, July 31, 2011

Waking Up in Vegas

I alluded to Vegas scrapbook pages last time. Here are just a few pictures...probably not so great as they're taken hastily via phone. Really must start using the real camera again.

I love using sandpaper on photos as seen below on the one of him and the one of me. All of the Beatles references are due to us seeing the Cirque show Love. It was spectacular!

My bff Chris looking mafioso.

A good way to use up all of those extra letter stickers from random alphabets.





Friday, July 29, 2011

Weekend Round-up

Pinky swear--my next post or two will be more write-y, and not just me regurgitating whatever pop culture bollocks I consumed that week. Alas, that's exactly what I'm doing now. Here are a few things that made me laugh, sigh, laugh, and roll my eyes--respectively.

A great teaser for Napoleon Dynamite:


I stumbled across this video of Origin of Love, which is my favorite song in Hedwig and the Angry Inch, and possibly my favorite song, period. This is also a great example in film of animation making a great scene even better.


Great Liz Lemon schtick:

Jack: Lemon, I want Tracy back too. Why do you think I suggested you oversee her performance tomorrow? Because you're hip and know a lot about music?

Liz: I like bands. Like... Amy Grant.

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Angie: I'm sorry, you want me to perform in this?!

Liz: Yeah. You're Amy Grant from the Baby Baby video. The one where the man likes her at the carnival.

Angie: That's some white nonsense.


And last, the eyeroll goes to:

This is from God Hates Protesters (see link to the right).

I'm guessing this is also the consequence of waking up in Vegas? (That reminds me--I should put up some of my scrapbook pages from Vegas a few years ago. I haven't gone on a big trip for awhile, so I have to live in the past).

All for now. Happy weekend.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Sasha and Mel

I don't usually watch So You Think You Can Dance, but I'm glad I caught this from last night. The dancing is boss, and only lasts for the first minute and a half. All of the rest is Gaga and crew going nuts.

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*Edit* I really should say Rob Marshall and crew.  How much do I love him?  (Especially for Chicago and Nine).  :)

Friday, July 22, 2011

Agora

I came upon this sculpture installation while in Chicago this week, not knowing that it was there, nor ever having heard of it. It's Agora by Polish artist Magdalena Abakanowicz.

It's a surprising experience to walk through it. Here are a few short videos. I'm not a very good videographer, so try not to puke.

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Tuesday, July 19, 2011

More from Chicago

Here are a few more photos looking cool because of sorcery in my phone and absolutely no artistry on my part.

I saw some really cool stuff today--mostly at the Field Museum. It's eight thousand degrees outside, and I've hoofed it all day. Time to wait inside Union Station for my train home.






Blogging From on High




Trying out my FX thingy here in hot-as-two-hells Chicago! Hot, but still fun. Not sure where else I'll end up today.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Regarding Harry

Much has been written and said over the past several days about Harry, Ron and Hermione, and about the chaos (both fictional and non-fictional) that has surrounded them since the publication of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone in June of 1997.  I was 22 years old then--double the age of the lucky individuals who first receive their letters from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.  Double the age also of those who have grown up with the books and films as a tried and perennial part of their childhoods. 

Fortunately for we, the old coffin dodgers, very early on it became obvious that Hogwarts wasn't just a place for children.  Anyone who attended book or movie midnight release parties (remember when standing in line for a book at midnight was not even a thing?) could see that Harry drew a motley crowd.  I'm reminded of Michael Scott's description of his college parties, "Jocks, nerds, loose chicks, professors..."  Harry struck a chord with all types, and none of us were shy about letting our freak flags fly.

Shaun Cassidy was a Bieber-esque pop singer from before my time, but I vividly remember the poster of him on one of my older sister's bedroom walls.  He was on Oprah last fall, and talked about the frenzy that followed him around in the late 70s and early 80s.  He said something that made me think of all of the Harry hoopla.  "It's a communion. I had my experience, and you all had yours. For a lot of the women and men here who had that experience, it's a bonding one with them. I think it's almost more about them than it is about whoever's in the middle of it."

I think he's right.  In the end it isn't about J.K. Rowling, the cast of the films, or even Harry himself. It's about us. The thirty-somethings in ill-fitting school uniforms rolling drinking straws in glue and glitter to make wands. The sixty year old woman knitting a hideous Pepto Bismol-colored cardigan, so she can be the kickassing-est Umbridge on the block. The big family who, from dad all the way down to toddler, die their hair red and wear monogramed sweaters in 90 degree weather.

It's not just about the dresser-uppers, though. I remember a great twenty minute conversation with a stranger, sparked by the copy of Order of the Phoenix sticking out of my bag. We were standing in the bathroom at a Cracker Barrel. Fandom knows no bounds, and if that isn't proof, I don't know what is.

It's all so crazy, isn't it? And it all started with one woman...sitting on a train...who got an idea.

Here's to her. Here's to him.

And here's to us.

Stephen King and the Quote-ly Hallows

"Harry Potter is about confronting fears, finding inner strength and doing what is right in the face of adversity. Twilight is about how important it is to have a boyfriend."* ** *** ****

-- Stephen King
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* To be fair, I think it's also about being linked for eternity to loved one(s), which is the primary aim of Meyer's faith as a Latter-day Saint. But, yeah, mostly the vapid boyfriend thing.

** Final thoughts on Harry (I swear on a stack of Prisoner of Azkabans) coming on Monday.

*** If you want a bazillion hits on your blog from lots of international cities, please include these words in your post...HARRY POTTER.

**** Shalom, Pesha from Tel Aviv.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Non-Potter People Say the Darndest Things

Whilst watching the 1979 movie Being There, and seeing the stately home of the Shirley MacLaine character...

Me: "Jesus. They live in Hogwarts."

Non-Potter #1: "No, it's not. That's the Biltmore House in Asheville, North Carolina."

Me: "Yeah, I didn't really think it was Hogwarts."

Non-Potter #1: "The Biltmore is beautiful. You should go."

About ten minutes later...

Non-Potter #2: "That was funny when you said they lived in Hogsworth."

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Pottery. No, Really...

Here's some non-Potter pottery. I made this bird house with my art group. We have a couple of bonafide art teachers in our group, and one of them taught us to make these. She even let us have a go at her pottery wheel. It's freaking hard. I can imagine it becoming very addictive and therapeutic after you had the hang of it.

Right. I've got to get ready for the midnight Potter screening. Pottery and Potter-y.


Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Half-Baked Back Cover


I forgot that there was a back cover to this. This one has a slightly less intimidating Dark Mark than the original. ;)

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Half-Baked Parody


The title is a long, dorky story, so ignore that. This is a cover I drew putting myself in Harry's spot. I used watercolor pencils, metallic pens and maybe other stuff.

Oh, to be by the side of the great Albus.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Harry Potter and the Quote of the Week

“But from that moment on, Hermione Granger became their friend. There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.”

--Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Imagine Me and Ginny

I fully believe in the ability of the human mind, especially when banded together with a multitude of other human minds, to create a cure for cancer, a cure for AIDS, and to bring about peace in the Middle East. However for now, much of the cleverness afforded to man seems to be trained in another direction, so we must be satisfied with the results: millions of hilarious movie trailer parodies.

Here are a few about Harry Potter. I'd seen the South Park ones, of course, but I had no idea about the Imagine one. It turns out that there's one of those for about every franchise.

There goes my evening...





Friday, July 8, 2011

Savior

For years he was in the mind of his author. For a time he's been in the hands of an elite order of Brothers. As the end approaches, he belongs to all of us. All of the believers, the readers of the good books, those who kept the midnight vigils.

He's Harry, of course. There is no other.

The coming week brings the end of an era. Fortunately, our guy has many incarnations and will live on. In honor of the impending finale, I'll try to post a little something about Harry each day until the big release next Friday.

Thanks, Harry. Thanks creator of Harry. It's been...

Miraculous.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Because My Uncle Rico's an IDIOT

Call me Rico. I'm turning into an idiot.

This is documented by the stack of files that I have in one of those old plastic milk crates. (Back when I was in college, you stored stuff in ugly crap. There was no HGTV to shame us into stylish, matchy-matchy storage. Like the dummy I'm turning into, I digress...). The files are filled with my college papers, and some from high school.

I was perusing some of these lately, and thought, "Almighty Zeus. Who was this girl? Where is she now?" These papers are far, far, far from brilliant, but they show a level of critical thinking that I seriously don't think I've reached in, oh, I don't know...more than a decade? (Is that how you spell decade? Maybe I should look it up in the...looking-up thing. What's that shiny thing on my pant leg?).

All of this got me thinking about how privileged we are to have ready access to almost unlimited information. When I was in high school in the early nineties, my sources of information were limited to small local and school libraries, network news, and PBS (praise the Fates for PBS). Seriously, there wasn't much to work with. There was not a Barnes and Noble on every corner. There was no internet other than a caveman version of email that nobody had (a friend of mine would go over to a college in our town and email her boyfriend in another state--I had no idea what the hell she was talking about). That was a completely different paradigm from our present day, when loads of people have little magic boxes in our pockets which allow us to learn anything, anywhere, at any time.

So, what am I doing with this omnipotent reach of knowledge across all cultures over the entire globe? Well, the truth is in the proverbial pudding, so let me check some of my recent Google searches. Here are a few in all of their glory:

~chloe seveigny drag queen guy
~who is opening for katy perry
~how tall is jeanne tripplehorn

Right. Maybe I should take a class.

Monday, July 4, 2011

Fireworks

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..."

--Jack Kerouac

Friday, July 1, 2011

Dear Boss,

I hope that the little bunny snow globe over here wasn’t special to anyone—I just reached over for my notes and knocked it off the table!  Now, it’s just a splash of water mixed with glitter and broken dreams.  I cleaned the glass and everything up as well as I could. 

Hopefully whoever it belonged to has some great memories (cue video montage of snow globe bunny moments...possibly scored with Mariah Carey's "One Sweet Day").

With great regret,
Michelle
 
(Deh bunny has been Tuh-menated).*

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*We've been chatting about "The Sarah Connor Chronicles" a lot.