my bro's videos! he wrote the songs himself, so i'm a proud big sister.

"Other detectives have cases, Sherlock Holmes has adventures, and that's what matters."






This show is awesome, and Moriarty is Fabulous! (and so is everyone else)

After 15 minutes of internet sleuthery, I finally figured out the spoiler ending for Catfish.

The trailer makes the film look fantastic, obviously:


It's also received amazing reviews pretty much everywhere (including all throughout Sundance).

Herein lies the problem:

See that tagline?
I have a problem. When someone tells me not to do something, I just get the urge...It's like how I have to physically restrain myself every time I pass by a fire alarm (Note: I'm also a licensed Fire Guard for all film/theater establishments in the state of New York). Tangent aside, I had to figure out the ending. I HAD to. And whomever has been in charged with keeping the reporters, reviewers, et al hushed up over the twists and turns of the film- well, they're doing a good job. But if it's on the internet, there's a damn good chance I can find it. It's my Nancy Drew ways.



On another note, it's hot as blazes and I'm dying in my loft right now. I really don't feel like sleeping on the floor again. :/










...I bet you thought i was going to spoil you, right?
No way, Jose.

Who do you take me for?

OT: True Blood, why are you ending so soon!? At least I'll have Being Human, Dexter, and Boardwalk Empire to keep me occupied.

I think this is how I know whether or not I'm a hipster

Real MTV Ad-thing:
"I Just Want My Pants Back is a new MTV series to be directed by Doug Liman, the man who brought you Go, Swingers, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, and The Bourne Series and Central Casting is looking for you. We need people to be Extras who can portray Hipsters. If you are not sure if you can portray a hipster, answer these questions:

Do you own skinny jeans, old school chucks, cabbie hat, the 70’s vest, an ironic t shirt or hat*, a fitted sweater (n/a since I'm a girl), flannel shirt, or chunky lens-less glasses? Do you drink PBR, have an ironic mustache, have a blog that allows you to post pictures you took with your digital camera? Been called a hipster? Deny being a hipster, but own various wardrobe and sport an asymetrical hair style that is considered Non-Mainstream? Smoke Parliaments? Got any cool tattoos? Perhaps one of a star, maybe on your wrist or elbow? Own a vintage dress or have an awesome beard? Shooting the week of 8/30/2010 (Williamsburg)."

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Things that I don't do are crossed out. Things that make me hipsterish are italicized. All photos are ripped from the headlines borrowed from Look at that Fucking Hipster. I am too lazy to take pictures of things that make me look like a hipster. I think I loser hipster points because of that.

* Does a HIPPIES EAT BABIES shirt count? It has a woodstock logo on the side.

THE REAL QUESTION IS: AM I A HIPSTER? DOES GOING TO NYU AUTOMATICALLY MAKE ME ONE?
Perhaps you need a case study: Today, I took my shoes off and stood in the Washington Square fountain. I was wearing jorts with my chunky black frame PRESCRIPTION glasses. As I stood in the fountain, letting the mist soothe my sunburned shoulders, I drank coconut juice that I had purchased for a ridiculous price (I need to keep my electrolytes in check). Do all these things, a hipster make? Or should I have been glowering like the sourpuss who sat across from me at the park. Her pointy toed shoes must have been cramping, and her large Anne of Green Gables hat did little to protect her from the jollity of a sunday afternoon in Downtown Manhattan. /case study

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If you'd like to spend hours standing in the sun with sweaty mountain men and american apparel afficionados, go Here.

This Hipster announcement has been brought to you by the "I was popular in high school" people of MTV, who are apparently attempting to garner some hipster cred by pandering to the "I spend too much money to look this cheap" crowd living the neo-bohemian chic lifestyle. Not judging, I'm probably just as bad. And the fact that hipster fashion is now mainstream probably means that hipsters of ye olden days are dead (well, the subculture, not the people themselves).

Hipster Spiderman thanks you for your time,

Getting canceled on means that you can spend your night watching movies you always wanted to see but were too embarrassed to rent. Case in point: tonight I was supposed to go out, but those plans fell through like a walrus through thin ice (worst simile ever, but effective none the less). So now I'm watching CARRIE 2: THE RAGE



and looking at design blogs for inspiration for dinner parties I'll never hold.
I'm not going to admit that I quite possibly may have moved on to looking at wedding blogs. How embarrassing.


Oh, I forgot to add. I also walked from my apartment in Greenwich Village, up 5th to Central Park to meet friends who are visiting from the Bay Area. We then went to lunch at Le Pain Quotidien (amazing). I had a Fig and ricotta tartine, then continue through the park up to 78th and Lexington where we got coffee. I then walked from 78th ALL THE WAY BACK TO MY APARTMENT. Total: 10 miles. My feet are dead.

edit: Spent the night contemplating zombie apocalypse over twitter.

Things I Find offensive

1. Motorcyclists and their godawful engines
2. The fact that the viewer's choice of "Underage and Out of Control" Movie Marathon on Lifetime is "Speak." You know, the movie based on the book about a 15 year old girl who is raped at a party right before she enters high school.
3. Actually, that's it. Number 1 and 2 are really on my list right now.

I hate spending money. I hate, hate, HATE it. For some reason, I especially hate when I'm spending money on something worthwhile. Cutting board, teapot, GROCERIES, carpet, school books, a toothbrush.

A god damn toothbrush. And conditioner. I mean, come on. This is silly. It's not like I'm buying shoes or makeup. Toothbrushes are important. They make the whole world happier. Everyone will appreciate me more, all because I bought a toothbrush.

On another note. I need to a) finish my play; b) get my NYU ID card; c)Make doctor's appointments and c)start a 10-minute play for the Aspen MFA Playwright's festival. I need a mother effin play concept!

PS. evil cat lady is brought to justice

Back in New York City. The plane was delayed by an hour and a half because of mechanical problems. Always something you want to hear 15 minutes after you've taken a pm decongestant and 2 dramamine. At least if the plane had crashed, I would have been unconscious.

I'm also glad to say that the weather here is in the 60s/70s with rain, while in the Bay Area it's supposed to hit 103. I hate anything above 90, I swear to God.

As soon as I got in, I fell asleep for 4 hours. Then ran to the grocery store, and now I have every intention of sitting on my butt and nursing the cold that I still have.
But here are a few photos from back the vacation.

Hiatus of epic proportions has come to an end. My goal is to blog on a somewhat regular basis.

I think my mind melted from 6 months of work and I needed to become a temporary neo-luddite. See, I'm still learning about this thing called "boundaries" and not surpassing them. I tend to throw myself into things 110%, burn out, and then feel like my brain is some vast waste land that is completely incapable of functioning on a level above "eat, breathe, sleep."

But I'm better now. I've been writing. I went camping for a week, have been home for another 2 1/2 weeks. It was good to get away from New York for a bit. I thought I hated New York in the winters, but that was before I met New York summer. I'll welcome snow flurries and slushy conditions from this point on.

You may wonder why I'm writing at 4 am. No, my plane flight isn't until 11:15 pm tonight. I just can't sleep. I've come down with a head cold (read: I'm going to die a painful death upon descent into JFK). That coupled with the general anxiety of flying back to New York, school starting, and all the other various things I need to do has resulted in me sitting around watching Gypsy and trying to breathe through my left nostril. But, whatever.