bliumchik | Baby Breakdance, Oompa, Getting By On Your Looks and Hubris

Link of the Day: A Softer World - not linked to a recent one, but one that really shows off their style. It's beautiful.

I watched Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory today with Avi. It was awesome, from Johnny Depp's typical crazy role to the hordes of identical maori midget clones to violet Violet and her hilariously repulsive mother. Oh gosh, and the squirrels! How could I forget the squirrels? OMG THE SQIRRELS!! I just have one thing to say about squirrels, and that is *deep breath*

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Etcetera. Daddy, I want a squirrel!

I met Avi at Randwick junction after a doctors appointment made by my mother when she found out I was having mood swings. Honestly! Isn't being a teenager an excuse?! But apparantly it's only normal to be irritable BEFORE your period. Well, so I couldn't remember if the P in PMS stood for pre- or post- ... whatever. Anyway, I seem to have gotten myself referred to a free psychological clinic at PoW. So meh.

Anyway. On the way home I got a perplexing, nay bewildering demonstration of apparantly unintentional doublethink from Avi, which seemed harmless but perplexed, nay, bewildered me, because he seemed totally un-aware of it.

Also I ate two toffee apple candy things and sugar sugar sugar is good good good.

I came home to my brother totally rocking out to the ads before a Bob the Builder cartoon. He was breakdancing to the Hooley Dooleys. Then my grandmother related to me the story of her brief acting career over tea.

Apparantly she was walking to her friends house in a swirly blue chiffon dress when a director randomly stopped her in the street and asked if she wanted to be in a movie. Apparantly she looked perfect for the part - except for not being Spanish. Cus it was like, a movie about the Spanish Civil War. Which is pretty cool. She had to get her skin darkened and everything. And then she got put in another one called Where's My Daughter? or something where she had to hang onto some guy's arm and be late for a movie. And then a sailor fell in love with her, but they broke up because he thought she was too young. Ah, fifties Soviet Russia.

On the way home Katrina news came on the radio. It seems so surreal, still. Cities get destroyed in sciffy B-movies where wizened elders tell Grasshopper that "Where this crater lies now, once stood the city of Wah-Shing-Ton." not in real life! I seem to deal with everything by Science Fiction. Now I have this horrid urge to write a post-apocalyptic story based on the Tsunami and Katrina, and extrapolating to extra natural disasters, everywhere, and total ruin and anarchy. Because that would make a really freaky story since the first two have actually happened... it would kind of feel like tempting fate, but actually it's only tempting human stupidity. Who bets this disaster will wake up the "D'oh what emergency procedures" fucktards about as much as the "where the hell is asia anyway?" tsunami did?

Oh, and hello, America? Is there anything at all, anywhere in your current affairs, conversation and/or sausages, that DOESN'T relate in some way to Gay Marriage^TM? Anything at ALL?