2011

i know it's been YEARS, marjorie. 2010 was quite the year. never mind the decade.

i can't even promise that i'll continue this blogging business. but there are a couple of things i can promise:

- that 2011 is going to be big. big new babies. big, new books, big new projects and big new loves.
- that i will never sport bangs like these again.

love,
oatsy

i know it's been a while

but i just died and went to heaven. hot, sticky, giddy heaven.

LA-NYC Mudslide/Snowpocalypse

from this:



to this. in a matter of 6 hours.



ok, there was also this. for 5 minutes:

never thought i'd be getting one of these again

R&R

so i've never been to LA. but as of Thursday, that will all change.



am headed specifically here:



to see THIS muppet:


and hopefully come back THIS tan:

Keeping Busy

what to do now that 8 months of my life have disappeared down a black hole? well, practice for when T gets his restaurant license and I get to design the KFC space, of course.
feb-may classes in beefing up my portfolio, here i come.

ok ok

i give in. now that Sex is over and done with, i can dedicate some time to the important things in life. like my top 20 of the decade. there will be some oversights, and some that got in just by virtue of having grabbed me, for whatever reason, and not let go. some are obvious. some less so. in no particular order,

let's get the obvious out of the way, shall we?
Donnie Darko


Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind


Das Leben der Anderen


Gerry


2046


Le Conseguenze dell'Amore


No Country for Old Men


Night Watch


Lost in Translation


Closer


Old Boy


Dear Zachary; A Letter to a Son About His Father


The Machinist


Reprise


Mirrormask


There Will Be Blood


Half Nelson


Memento


Capturing the Friedmans


American Psycho




lest any of you think that i've been too indulgent, rest assured there were FAR more indulgent films that didn't make the cut. Gia, anyone?

OK OK!

after years and years of badgering, i give up. surrender. cry uncle. capitulate.
he's a stone-cold fox and it wasn't just michelle's knees that gave way in the Fabulous Baker Boys.

this is the year. the 5th time's a charm. count on it.

WWRD Part X

it's all very well and good that the love is spreading across the pond, as long as you all continue to fawn over the lyla garritys and the jason streets and keep your filthy paws away from my riggins.

coming sooner than you think

Inspiration for the Holidays

also:

Starkle, Starkle, Little Twink.
Who the hell you are I think
I'm not under what they call
the alfluence of incahol.

I'm not as drunk as thinkle peep.
I'm just a little slort of sheep,
I really don't know who's me yet,
But the drunker I stay the longer I get.

So just one more to fill me up,
I've got all day sober to Sunday up.

i KNOW, i KNOW

but i literally cannot help myself.

`And that's how Sue Cs it'

jane lynch will always slay me

it just struck me

hungover photoshop

sometimes the only thing to do when you think you might just die today

`it's better on the cross!'

A quiet after-dinner beer on Thanksgiving weekend finds us unwittingly - but enthusiastically - at the high school Christian Rock band's CD-Release Party. This is what happens when there isn't another bar for miles...
Made BFFs with the guitarist's mother who thought she hit the jackpot meeting 3 people from nyc who work in film. Got our cd signed by every member but the dropped one - Jamal `such a good kid, but he went in another direction...'. We're guessing that direction was Allah.