Showing posts with label obsessions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label obsessions. Show all posts

March 12, 2011

jurassic spark

a friend mentioned to me yesterday that they're closing down "the lost world" at universal studios in order to make room for the harry potter world expansion. i am AGHAST. do people not love and respect jurassic park nowadays?!? this makes me unbelievably sad.

i saw jurassic park in the theaters when it was first released, 18 years ago. i was 12 years old and it scared the ever-livin' crap out of me. definitely it was one of the movies that sparked my intense interest in filmmaking in middle and high school, and my continuing love of film today.

in fact, i have probably seen it more than any other movie in my life. though i haven't kept a record, i would estimate i have watched it more than 2 dozen times. at least.

which of course, led me to make a list of the other movies i have watched obsessively over the years. as follows, a partial list of the films i have seen the most, in descending order (or the closest i could get to it, without having kept records.)

1. jurassic park
2. clue
3. newsies
4. indiana jones and the last crusade
5. scream
6. return of the jedi
7. dazed and confused
8. fried green tomatoes
9. dirty dancing
10. la confidential
11. boondock saints
12. the craft
13. casino
14. the princess bride
15. real genius

now the real question is, what the hell does this list say about me?


and to get even nerdier, what does it say that i spend my time making macros such as this? i do 'ship it though and i am not ashamed.

January 26, 2011

start your engines

three years ago, the reason reality tv was invented finally became clear. if you add up the cattiness of america's next top models to the showbiz drama meltdowns of american idols, with a dash of the deadline crunch of project runway and then shook it all up in a big jar of sequins, you would have the brainchild that is rupaul's drag race. or as i call it, the most wonderful thing in the world of television EVER.

season 3 debuted this week with a dozen new queens (and one former reject from season 2) and was as catty and sparkly as expected. no one is yet screaming for that special place in my heart where i cradle their ambition and really want them to win, but there are still a couple of standouts among the pack.


filling the spot previously held by nina flowers (season 1) and raven (season 2), who both went on to be runners-up, is raja, an avant garde beauty and quite the star of the celebrity make up world.


delta work - this picture doesn't do her justice. she has this soft, matronly, yet sexy thing going on, reminiscent of a young kathy bates or delta burke (who is presumably her namesake).


yara sofia is one of the puerto rican girls, and while she's a bit too catty for my taste, she is a bombshell and a half. meow.


even meowier is carmen carrera, who is already creating a mild shitstorm by walking around naked backstage. her body is freaking STUNNING, though. i would walk around naked everywhere too if i looked remotely that good, but even so, she smells a bit like a one trick pony.


i don't think phoenix got enough credit for her badass sewing skills in the first episode, though in the picture she kinda looks like a $5 hooker on the vegas strip. she has a frankness about her personality that should create some interesting situations, i.e. catfights.


though rockin the cyndi lauper look, this crazy violent lip-synching psycho, venus de lite, was the first eliminated.


there's always got to be a trainwreck plus size girl, and stacy lynne matthews is this season's. though she does look remarkably female outside of drag and can't help if she's from backswamp, north carolina. srsly. backswamp. considering that, she looks pretty good.


mimi imfurst had a total meltdown over her xmas outfit, which turned out to be a judge's favorite. she is a sweetheart, but needs to pull it together and turn on the confidence!


i found mariah rather uninteresting, except for the way she rushed to the aide of mimi when she had her freakout. she really tried to lend a hard, which is pretty unusual on this show. it's more snarky attitude or pretend invisibility than help out your fellow ladyboy.


the rest of the bunch, were just kinda meh. but the competition has only just begun.

manila luzon

india ferrah

alexis mateo

the new crop of queens is beautiful, no doubt. but the truth is that none of them even hold a candle to rupaul, who is possibly the most beautiful human on the planet. other than jensen ackles.

October 16, 2010

have you seen this car?!?


about a year ago, i became obsessed with a certain 1967 chevrolet impala. sure, i had admired the contours of the classics when i saw them on the road, but never before had i truly understood the inherent beauty of detroit's finest exports.

today, classic cars occupy a rather large portion of my brainspace. i watch for them when i'm driving, on the road, parked on the side, inside garages, hoods popped, waiting for examination. i want one so badly i practically taste the cold steel.

part of the attraction is the overwhelming dudeliness of possessing a muscle car; when the awakening of my masculinity happened, so did my awakening to the hotness of american heavy metal. there is an obvious sexuality in almost every classic car. they come from a time when miles per gallon wasn't even a thought, the engineering focusing on speed and horsepower. if she roared like a lion when her engine was revved, who gave a frak about gas mileage? the classics are machines of power and beauty, not economy and ecology.

but more than the aesthetics and the raw power, classic cars give me a chance to reconnect with a past i never experienced, to bring my idea of a perfect existence in the past a little bit closer to the reality of the present. in the same way that wearing vintage polyester, watching a steve mcqueen flick or listening to ludicrous amounts of bad company makes me nostalgic for a time i never lived in, the thought of cruising around in a late '60s chevy makes my heart melt a little.

which is how i became a classic car stalker. haven't seen the dreamboat on the road yet, but there are beauties all over town. following here, my first victims...



1976 ford mustang
(at the auto shoppe, burnet rd.)


1975 mercury monarch/1976 ford mustang
(at the auto shoppe, burnet rd.)


1970 mercury cougar
(at the auto shoppe, burnet rd.)

1970 chevy el camino
(justin lane at airport)


1975 chevelle malibu
(justin lane at lamar, behind a garage)