|I found a copy of Twin Town this
weekend at Suncoast. Mom took Carolyn to the toy store, and I was just looking around to
see what I could find, and there in the "Drama" section was Trainspotting,
Trash, and Twin Town. Finding it felt like a conquest. I never in a million
years thought I'd find it in a mall in Plano, but it goes to show you that you never
really know your immediate surroundings like you think you do. Hell, I didn't even know
Amanda was a Bauhaus fan until a month or two after she started listening to them. So
there you go.
say, I purchased this fine movie and loved it. Critics have called it a Welsh Trainspotting,
but I don't particularly agree. The formula for direction was still there, but it had a
completely different purpose. Yeah, it had bad guys like Trainspotting had bad
guys, but it was a mischievious sort of bad guy character that made it a little more
endearing to me. And they played Dodgy and Super Furry Animals in the background. So it
was really, really good. Very black and pretty gory.
The decapitated poodle probably would turn
a lot of people off, but I laughed. I really hate pets, I realized that this weekend. I
knew I did before, but like watching that movie and the pet owner obsessing over the dog
just gave me the creeps. I have friends who are scared of clowns and knives and guns. None
of those things bother me, in fact I kind of like all of them (to a degree). Pet
obsessives bother the hell out of me. Your pet is an ANIMAL. Stop treating it like a
person. Yes, it is human, but like, get out of your house and let the dog roam the yard. I
can't understand why people spend a lot of money on expensive pet food. I can't understand
why this lady I work with spends $175 every three months to get her three dogs' teeth
cleaned. Give me a break. I don't like women who call themselves mommy and their dogs
"booboos" and old cat women scare me more than anything.
I grew up with dogs and once had a cat. I
hated that cat more than anything. When I found out our neighbor, a 75 year old man,
poisoned it with rat food, I didn't care. Mom thought I was going to be broken up, but I
just rolled my eyes and went back to the tv. That cat hated me and I hated it. Cinnamon.
Stupid animal kept me up all night and scratched me and smelled everything up and walked
around like it owned the place. Dogs were a little better. Aside from the time I looked
out the window with my brother and saw our pregnant Collie have a miscarriage staring
right at us. It was raining, lightning flashed, she wagged her tail and looked at us
and bam, pregnancy over. I'm still scarred from that one.
So my alternative to pets? I have a baby
sister. She's much cuter and can now go to the bathroom on her own and draws pictures for
me. And tells me gossip. And for that cuddling up that I'm "missing" with a
furball, I have a laptop and a fleece throw blanket.
On Friday night I saw She's All That,
which was cute. Erin and I were surrounded by a million little 14 year old girls squealing
for Usher and the like, but it was still a sweet movie. Aside from some of the dialogue
and slap stick. I hate slap stick.
After that we met Amanda up and saw Still Crazy. Long live prog. I thought
it was better than Velvet Goldmine in the pop references. Perhaps it's because I like guys
in denim and brown shoes more than I like them in glittery makeup and eyeliner. And there
was none of that nonsense in this movie. This was PROG. All music was done by Foreigner
which ruled. You're talking to a girl who was raised on ELO and Boston, so I am a bit more
partial to prog. And I guess I'm getting kind of tired of everyone jumping on the sparkly
bandwagon. Give me a break. Before a few months ago, none of you (music industry, internet
inhabitants, etc.) even knew that there was a movie called Velvet Goldmine in the
works, or even what that pairing of words could mean. Don't tell me that you are now
little glambunnies. I'm sorry. I just don't buy that. So I'm going to stay boring Chrissy
and wear jeans and sneakers and follow my own rule. Don't be obvious. And yeah, I'll go
see Placebo, but I'll be decked out in the most non-glam attire I can find. Did many of
you even know who Placebo were before "that cool weed song" came out?
Above comments were not necessarily
directed at readers of my journal. More of a question to the "indie" community
at large that likes to pick up on latest trends and act like they know what they're
talking about. That's not very indie, is it? Do your research kids before you start
opening your mouths.