Twisted Spinster

Crazy Finnish goth stuff from Two Witches. Boo! (Note: many probably NSFW images.)

And… here’s a crazy goth artist I found searching through Youtube. Neat stuff.

That scene in 2001: Space Odyssey as if it had been written by David Mamet. No, really. So wrong, and yet… so right.

Via Ace of Spades, of course. Oh yeah — because Arthur C. Clark is dead. I never read any of his stuff (too sciencey) but I did see 2001 finally a while back. Okay. Still, it was better than that freaking sequel, 2010: Space Criminey, or whatever the hell that was. You know how annoying and pretentious it is when a movie shows a scene of people shouting dialogue at each other that would normally (you know, in the real world, which science fiction and every other genre must reference for the rest of the nonsense to be believable) be simply stated in a regular tone of voice? Well, 2010 had several scenes like that. They were the high points of the movie, which also had that late-80s/early-90s cliché of the Cute Russian Character getting killed. Imagine if Star Trek had done that with Chekhov (for real, not for fake as in that one episode where aliens made the away team think they were fighting in the OK Corral), how that would have sucked. You know, because it was so hackneyed — “Aw, good-bye, cute Russian, we don’t really hate you, just your evil Commie government!” Anyway, 2001 was weird but at least made sense within its own goofy framework, whereas 2010 just sucked. Also it established — I’m sorry — that the late, great Roy Scheider’s main acting talent was a sort of prairie dog-like upright staring look, at least in movies where he didn’t have to keep up with gay jazz dancers.

From me to you! Here’s some reasons why the Irish aren’t so lucky.

I hate green beer.

Update: oh, okay — since Saint Patrick was really British anyway, here’s some mockery of the British for you. Though it’s scarily plausible… (Via Tim.)

Bela Lugosi’s Dead. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this, and that’s saying something as I was a confirmed Bauhaus nut back in the day. Here’s to Youtube, repository of the world’s forgotten videos.

Update: you know, to some, the Eighties were a time of candy colors, chrome, and Reagan, but to me they were the era of leather pants and men in black lipstick. Boo. Yah.

Oh great, this week is apparently “let’s shit on the bed week” in my younger cat’s mind. She’s crapped on my futon four times this week so far, and the most recent time she did a stealth-shitting when I had my back turned — I was either at the computer or in the bathroom, and the next thing I know I turn around and there’s a little pile of stinky bon-bons right in the center of the bed spread. Which is now stuffed into the washing machine. I’ve already had to turn over the futon (after spraying it with pet-stain-smell-remover) once today, now I’m going to have to do it again. I can’t afford to buy a new mattress or even one of those plastic mattress covers.

I don’t know what her problem is — I guess she doesn’t like the kitty litter I bought, which is the Publix version of that pine-smelling paper pellet version that is good for the environment and even better can be flushed down the commode. It smells no different from the brand version, and it looks the same too. Maybe it feels different on her paws, or maybe she’s having some prolonged fight with the other cat (they’ve been playing growl-hiss-I-hate-you, but they always do that), or maybe she’s just got one of her goddamned bees in her bonnet. If she does it again I’m going to shove each lump of poo back where it came from. Anyone want a neurotic cat? She’s declawed, but she bites. And poops.

Okay, I’ve got to ask — what is it with the British and bringing people in the hospital (we say “in the hospital” here in the US, not “in hospital”) green grapes? There was that episode of Torchwood where Jack brings Owen grapes while the latter is recuperating from a monster-clawing, and then there is Rose saying to the Doctor (in “New Earth“) “let’s go get some grapes” as they head towards the hospital-of-mystery in that episode, and now there is this old Coil video with Marc Almond doing a cameo as the evil Angel of Death stealing the poor AIDS victim’s grapes and eating them as said victim dies! (Showing for one thing that this is not a new fashion in hospital stuff-bringing.) I just don’t get it. I mean, I can understand flowers — hospital rooms are generally dull if not ugly places, and flowers are a quick way to bring a bit of color and beauty to such a place, but grapes? What if you hate grapes, or aren’t allowed to eat solid food? Then they’ll just sit there. Maybe they’re for your visitors to snack on? Or for the doctors and nurses? Someone please explain.

Update: speaking of foreign… man, I’d love me some Korean food right now. There are a few good Korean restaurants not far from me… Well, I really shouldn’t, I’m broke and anyway feeling kind of squicky (nasty sinuses, oogy stomach). By the way, if I ever go back to wearing make-up I’ll follow the facegunk-removal advice of the scary-looking model whose site this is. Except for one thing: I don’t use soap on my face, I use Noxzema, at least for now. It’s creamy and cooool….

:Wumpscut — “Thorns.”

And an added bonus: Rammstein’s version of Depeche Mode’s “Stripped.” Awesome. Ja wohl!

And just for shits ‘n’ giggles… gaze! gaze upon the wonder that is the web page for my high school, Coral Gables Senior High! Where the teacher I took five years (starting in 8th grade at Ponce De Leon Junior High) of German with, is still there. I swear, you get a job with any public school in the country, you are SFL — if you can stand the thought of teaching the average American public school student for twenty-plus years. (In my case it’s been almost thirty. Ulp. He was a young guy. He must be shriveled by now…)

Urgh. I forgot about the time change, but my computer remembered. I want my hour back! Wah!

Today’s weather report in Central Florida is as follows:

Partly cloudy and windy. High 64F. Winds W at 25 to 35 mph. Winds could occasionally gust over 40 mph.

That’s from weather.com for my zip code. Right now (12:36 PM) it’s 64 degrees. Yup, it’s the high! It’s sunny and windy, a gorgeous day. It’s going to drop to about 40F tonight. Yep, Florida’s going to be inundated by rising seas any minute now. Was that a flying penguin I just saw or a flying pig?

You know, I don’t think John C. Wright liked the movie Jumper very much.

The book sounds like a bit of entertaining juvenile fiction, though. The movie’s “creators” (for want of a better word) seem to have done to the book what was recently done, movie-wise, to one of the favorite books of my adolescense, The Dark Is Rising. In case you didn’t know, and don’t want to click on that link, the people who got hold of Susan Cooper’s fantasy novel basically gutted it, for one thing turning the very British main character into an American kid for no good reason — did they think American kids wouldn’t be able to “identify with” (there’s a phrase the use of which should be made a capital crime) a British character? Probably — which only proves the theory that Hollywood (or Hollowwood, as my fingers keep wanting to type) is not so much out of touch with their American audience as they are with the population of Planet Earth, and perhaps all of reality all together.