Pan’s Labyrinth

By christa 19 November, 2007 random

Or, more properly, El Laberinto del Fauno.

What a surreal, sublime movie. I watched it last night for the first time. I only wish I had seen it in the theater. It’s in Spanish, but you barely notice the subtitles if you don’t understand the language. I am a terrible movie reviewer, so I won’t bother to offer an analysis. But I highly urge you to watch it. Not appropriate for children, that’s for sure. An adult movie that reminds you a little of what it was like to be a kid. So hurry go rent if you haven’t seen it yet! Hurry, I say!

wilco week: day 5

By christa 17 November, 2007 song of the day

here is wilco song for yesterday, day 5, of the super popular wilco week. misunderstood, from being there.

and yes, there is a suspicious lack of songs from yankee hotel foxtrot and a ghost is born.

I’m also including a dancey trancey song for those of you so inclined. if this don’t make your booty move, your booty must be dead, in the borrowed words of a fatboy slim song (see song “acid 8000”).

alright i’m off to a body shop spa party or something. with mother-in-law. it’s my punishment I suppose for being such a horrid bitch all week long.

Thursday Divinity

By christa 15 November, 2007 thursday divinity

Here’s the conversation I had this morning with Ryland. It was 6:30am, when he came into my room and woke me up. It was a lot of fun. and by fun I mean is it too late to have an abortion?

me: zzzz

ry: hi mommy.

me: zzzz

ry: hi mommy.

me: zzz razza frazza zzzz

ry: hi mommy

me: mmm. hi ry.

ry: I want candy

me: no

ry: I want candy mommy.

I crack open one eye and look at this nutball in his car jammies, asking for candy before the sun has barely woke up.

me: no

ry: I want candy please.

me: no candy in the morning are you crazy.

ry: I want candy

me: no, ry. no candy.

ry: just one please. I want one candy.

me: no

ry, holding up one chubby finger: just one candy, just one. okay just one.

me, turning over: no, ry, no candy. don’t ask me again. come lay in bed with me a bit longer.

ry: I want candy

me: no

ry: I want candy

me: no

ry: I want candy

me: no do you see what time it is? no.

ry: I want candy

me: no

ry: I want candy. just one. one candy.

me: no. no candy. zero candy.

ry: I want candy

me: don’t ask me again. no candy. you can’t have candy for breakfast.

ry: I want candy. just one candy okay mommy. just one mommy.

me: no. zero candy ry. zero candy.

ry: I want candy

me: no! I’m not going to answer you anymore. I’m going to ignore you if you keep asking me. no candy.

ry: I want candy

me: ….

ry: I want candy

me: ….

ry: I want candy

me: ….

ry: I want candy

me: ….

ry: I want candy

me: ….

ry, climbing all over me in bed: I want candy

me: ….

ry: I want candy

me: ….

ry: I want candy

me: ryland! enough! I said no candy. quit asking me. NO CANDY.

ry: I want candy

me: no

ry: I want candy

me: no

ry: I want candy

me: argh. no. where’s nana. go see what she’s doing.

ry: I want candy

ry: I want candy

ry: I want candy

ry: I want candy

ry: I want candy

ry: I want candy

This went on for another good five mins before he finally gave up and left the room. He probably found candy somewhere on his own.

kids.

and I say I want another one? shoot me now.