polka dot plantain

2003-07-25 - 10:35 p.m.

i'm so addicted to hbo's 'project greenlight,' it's not even funny. i can't recall being addicted to a show this much since 'sex and the city,' which i still love to catch when i can, but i've come to accept that i just can't watch every episode, and there's no way i can ask my dad to tape it for me. but 'project greenlight' is fabulous, especially for anyone who has ever dreamed of being in a movie or just working on the set. i'm fascinated and horrified by what i see since i hate one of the directors and completely sympathize with the screenwriter. it's just a great show, and you get hooked after just watching it once, which was what happened to me. i was watching tv with moo, left the room for a second, and when i returned she was watching it and refused to change the channel. so i watched it, too. and i've been watching ever since. i freak out at the prospect of missing an episode, especially now that they're in the middle of filming 'the battle of shaker heights.' i called dad last sunday night and was frantic when it was on one hour earlier than usual so he couldn't tape it. i almost had a heart attack until i realized that they show a repeat performance on monday night. i try to pull of this premise of taping it for the girls while they're away, but we all know that's only half the matter. really i'm just freaking out at the prospect of not having cable and missing the episodes myself.

the self-titled album by the changelings has recently been re-released, and this gives me great joy. go to projekt.com and browse, you'll find amazing things, i'm tellin' ya, and way cheaper than the corporate sights, too. i don't have that banner up at the bottom of my page for nothin'.

i keep listening to the one minute and fifty-six seconds long real audio clip of '11:59pm october 30' over and over again in anticipation of listening to the full album. it's beautiful; it's just the kind of music that i adore, music that evokes cobwebs and ghostly balls and autumn leaves in deserted forests and lonely french palaces, music that makes me want to twirl and forget everything else except: this.

go listen for yourself.

speaking of interesting and beautiful things, jack white's connection to me grows ever stronger. or perhaps it's my connection to him. or both. so they're on tour right now, yet for some strange reason i never really jumped on the ball and got tickets to any of their shows. i can't explain why, but something was holding me back, something inside said, 'not now, this is not the time.' so i never bought any tickets to any white stripes shows. then lo and behold, poor darling jack is in a car accident in detroit and breaks his finger. as of now all shows even remotely nearby are postponed. eerie, isn't it? something inside me knew that this wasn't the time.

yes, renee zellweger was in the car with him, and she wasn't injured, and yes, you might think that i'm jealous or upset by their apparent 'dating.' yet i'm not worried. how could i be upset about jack connecting to the poor man's version of me? by poor i do mean destitute. we both have small eyes, but mine are small in a more curved, exotic way. and we're both southern, even if she's from the opposite end of the south. and we both have good taste in men, obviously. but other than that, the similarities end. she has flat, over-dyed blonde hair, whereas mine is naturally deep rich mahogany and wavy. the girl's a stick, an ironing board, whereas i'm muchos bootylicious. i've got curves that keep goin' to the horizon and beyond. i'm lush, whereas she's a desert. all of her smiles are practiced and fake looking, all the same. it looks like she stood in front of a mirror and practiced smiling until she found one that showed off the most of her tiny eyes, and that's the only one she ever gives. my smiles are always genuine in some form or another, and not caring if my eyes looks tiny or not is part of my natural beauty. plus my boobs are bigger than hers. the poor little bedraggled thing. i don't begrudge any bit of happiness she might find, especially while it'll last. because once jack meets me, hoo boy, forget about it. there's no contest, no question at all who is supposed to end up with whom.

do you think it's a sign of an over-inflated ego to be watching 'tomb raider: cradle of life' and just as lara croft flies through a pane of glass while firing guns at the bad guy, you think, 'heh, i could do that.' na, me neither.

every damn time 'pretty in pink' is on i watch it, and i always get goose bumps at the very end, no matter how ugly her dress keeps getting. part of me hopes that her dress will have morphed into a better, sexier version sans polka dots each time i watch it. so far no dice, but i'll let you know.