Sunday, September 13, 2009

Friday, September 11, 2009

From Me to You

We watched some really great early cartoons from the Fleischer brothers in my animation history class today. For those of you who don't know, the Fleischer brothers created Popeye and Betty Boop as well as some lesser known characters. I really appreciate how crazy their cartoons were. Back in the early days of animation, cartoons were made for adults instead of children.

This is from 1936.



This is from 1932.



They are both fascinating to me because of the fact that they are so...raunchy. The first toon I posted deals with upfront animal cruelty and the second deals with Betty's boss trying to rape her. Boop-oop-a-doop is code for "virginity".

Bimbo is another Fleischer brothers character I really enjoy, especially this cartoon, which I understand is widely regarded as bizarre and wonderful.

1931.



Today was the most interesting day in animation history class so far this semester.

In other news, I am becoming obsessed with Ebay and Etsy again. I bought two dresses and two hats today.


And I really really really really want that sequined blazer. I hope I win it.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Today Ryan (the owner of the cat that has bowel issues) needed someone to pose for a picture he had to take for his photography class. I really didn't want to do it, but he really needed someone because it was due at 6pm today. I had to lie down in a men's bathroom in front of a toilet that looked like a lightbulb. Gross. Seeing this photo made me really wish I had showered or at least didn't have puffy eyes. I like the stuff Ryan thinks of. He is honestly the most creative person I have ever known.


Also, I finally have my damn Ipod back! Apparently I let Ira use it one night when we were both really drunk. I didn't find out until a week later when Ana told me what happened. I have missed walking to class with music more than I miss Freaks and Geeks (okay, well...maybe not that much)

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Sunday, September 6, 2009

I Need More Knee Socks

This weekend has been pretty uneventful except for the crazy poops I've had to clean up from my roommates boyfriend's cat. I don't understand how an animal can produce such horrors. Kool-Aid is a tiny and cute, albeit cranky and awkward, little cat with some serious bowel problems. For starters, every time she uses the litter box she feels the obsessive need to scratch at any and everything surrounding the box for fifteen or so minutes after she does her duty. My roommate, Ana, lines the box with a giant trash bag so that it spills out on the floor and around the sides of the box and Kool-Aid scratches it into the box. I woke up today to find the bag completely covering the litter, topped with pools of the most yellow urine I have ever seen as well as two uneven piles of greenish poo that looked like it was the texture of buttercream frosting. Of course the scooper was trapped in the bag. I had to cut it out before I gingerly picked up the piece of pee-covered plastic and chucked it in the trash can.

I breathed my sigh of relief way too soon. When I went upstairs to shower I discovered another mound of greenish poop on the corner of the bathmat. I didn't even try to save it. I just chucked it in the trash can. There are now two layers of poop-covered things in our trash can.

In other, more delicious news, I made something tasty today. I wanted to indulge myself during this relaxed, cozy weekend, so I made some linguini alla carbonara. Which basically means linguini tossed with egg yolks, parmesan cheese and lots of crispy yet tender pieces of bacon. It was pretty tasty considering I didn't properly salt the yolk mixture. I would have also liked to have been able to freshly grate the cheese from a hunk of parmesan instead of trying to crumble up some parmesan I found in a tub in the fridge.

When I have gotten bored lately, I found that I like to put on makeup. I have never worn makeup other than mascara. When all of my friends were in middle and high school, they experimented with it, but I was always terrified because I saw the horrible job they did on themselves. I am trying my best, but the only things I think I need to wear (when I want something different from the norm) are eyeliner and lipstain. I already have pretty even skin, with freckles I don't want to cover up and my cheeks are continuously rosy, so blush is a no-no. Here I am succeeding at being a dweeb.
I rediscovered my love for knee socks last night. I was chilly, but didn't want to wear pants, so I slid on a pair of grey knee socks and solved my problem in about three seconds. I have a feeling I'm going to exclusively wear knee socks this fall/winter. Oh the outfit possibilities have my mind racing.

I love Grease. It is as much of a surprise to me as it probably is to you. Everything about that movie, from the songs, to the outfits, to Frenchy, Rizzo and Kenickie puts a huge grin across my face. Speaking of things that slap a smile on my face, here are two things that I look at when I'm feeling down that always seem to perk me up.

http://moresoon.org/projects/introducing.swf

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LiXg_70rMeM

Going to Waffle House with Tiffany. Haven't been there sober in three or so years.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Rouge


I am dying my hair red again. I tried blonde and like it for a while, and I went back to my natural (well, a few shades darker than natural) shade of brown for a bit, but I want that pep in my step that only red hair can provide.

I really ought to shave my head and let my natural hair grow out, I realize I have sucked myself into the vicious cycle of hair dying and I don't know when I'm going to get out.

My first paper is due tomorrow. It's a mere 3 pages (which is a welcome change from my usual 8-10 pagers), but I am struggling with it. I have to write about my favorite detective and I honestly can't think of any. I have always liked detective-related stuff, but it was never a passion of mine. So after hours of half-assed and sporadic thinking I came up with this:

I am not sure how proud I am of my decision to write about an anime/manga character, but hey, I really enjoy Detective Conan.

Also, here are two sites I have recently fallen in love with.

http://ffffound.com/

http://www.luxirare.com/

And the site that takes up most of my time is:

http://www.tastespotting.com/
I don't know what I would do without TasteSpotting. Probably more productive things than filling up my bookmark folders.

Polyester Nightgowns

After many months of sitting back and doing nothing with my blog, I have finally sat down to write what will probably be the first in a series of blogs about whatever I am doing at the very moment.

I intended for this blog to become a cooking blog, but without a digital camera I am afraid I can't fulfill that destiny. I suppose I can draw the food I made in Paint and post it on here.(Hmm, maybe this is one of those ideas that isn't better than nothing at all.)

Life has been weird lately. Two of my dearest friends have recently (or will be very soon) departed for a semester abroad. Kaitlin is going to be in Lisbon, Portugal this semester and Aaron will be in Tours, France. I know they're both coming back in a matter of months, but that didn't stop me from becoming visibly distraught in front of both travelers. I feel like I am the only person who cares about that kind of stuff. Neither of them were crying, so I felt pretty pathetic, but they didn't seem surprised. I hope this isn't foreshadowing my motherly habits. I don't want to be the Mom that is constantly crying. Nah, I'm too stubborn to be a sobbing mother. (At least if I don't get postpartum depression.)

It's only the second week of classes and I am already cutting it close in terms of waking up on time for class. I woke up (thanks to my internal clock) at 9:15 for my 9:30 History of Animated Films class. I am so grateful I live so close to campus or I would have never arrived on time. And I hate being late. I also discovered that I turned in an assignment in my Detective Fiction class in which I spelled farfetched "farfetch'd". Like the Pokemon. I Hope she just thinks I'm stupid and doesn't recognize the nerd element of the situation.

Why are the best nightgowns polyester nighgowns?! How can such a false, man-made material produce such unique and outrageous clothes? Sure the material doesn't breathe and it stains weirdly, but I love polyester. I have greatly downsized my polyester clothing collection to include only two or three dresses and some nightgowns. I found a nightgown last year that is the most ridiculous one yet. It's floor-length (probably not supposed to be, but hey, I'm really short), long-sleeved, bright pink and has a weird old lady 80s pattern on it that includes diagonal stripes and some sort of flower I can't identify. It's the best, I feel so dramatic, like a bad telenovela whenever I wear anything that hits the floor. I find myself snapping back in mock-horror exclaiming "dios mio!" a lot whenever I wear this specific nightgown.

I am attempting to make mexican rice tonight. I used to live with someone who tried to make mexican rice last year, but it always tasted weird and burnt to me. I don't have any chicken stock, so I have to use bouillon, which I'm not happy about, but I think I can make it taste better than hers. I also bought some queso fresco, which I could just eat on its own, so I will probably find myself topping everything with it for the next few days.

I love you, food.