It is really REALLY weird getting hit on in the West Village. One moment I'm content and warm in my gay, occasionally British bubble and the next thing I know Johnny Cargopants wants to know if I like to party. It's like when your mom shows up at school in the middle of the day, or you get dead-legged at Sunday brunch weeks after you forgot it had been issued. It's always gonna be super unpleasant and/or awkward but adding that element of surprise just makes you that much more of a bag of d's.
I do not see horror films. Since I was ten and saw Poltergeist and didn't get over it til I was thirteen, I have lived by the cardinal rule that no horror movie, no matter how hyped/badass/so-bad-it's-good-no-seriously-it-won't-scare-you-it'll-be-funny-we'll-all-laugh-together-and-then-get-fro-yo it's meant to be, I will ALWAYS get scared and ALWAYS regret it.
And yet somehow I can't escape enough exposure to this r. tarded fucking genre to have my daily activities impacted, and thus have compiled a list of simple actions which scary movies have utterly ruined for me:
-shouting into a darkened apartment if anyone's home
-opening blinds at night
-opening a medicine cabinet. Or rather, closing a previously opened medicine cabinet. I cannot remember doing this with my eyes open in my adult life, ever. Try it. Try it now. Don't worry I'm totally sure there will be no dead girl/toothy but inexplicably quiet alien behind you. Suckers.
-sleeping with my feet dangling off the bed (AND MY FEET GET HOT. ASK ANYONE.)
I really wish I could say that this was the first time I've ever woken up to the clear and immediate thought: "I need to go to the emergency room."
I was all hopped up on Mamet, Claire from ANTM cycle 10 in Pianos, and a day spent with surprise-Edinburghers (and maybe some whiskey sours), and I hopped out of the taxi with gusto. Into a ditch. Onto my talofibular ligament. Then I went to sleep. Then I woke up. And there we are.
Additionally, Nurse Jackie has utterly destroyed my ability to not act like a spaz to hospital staff.
on one of these:
Front row at the Q&A with Spike Jonze and the WTWTA crew at the Mac store in Soho. Track down the podcast and listen for me asking questions about the trailer. As a side note, I have officially asked this film's screenwriter and primary crew who cut the trailer and I still have no one appears to know. I know you are out there.
I also started NYU today, and the person I am learning digital film editing from cut this:
