It's 2005....
Jan. 2nd, 2005 10:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thedeadlyhookOkay, I lied. No significant feedback today. But did get some work done on the next chapter of the WIP, so there's that. Went for a walk, rented some Hammer films, and half-watching Casshern at the moment, which has the quality of a lot of Japanese movies in that it starts out painfully slow, then develops a sense of schizophrenia about what type of movie it'd like to be. Am I a sci-fi epic? A video game cut scene cum sci-fi epic? A KMFDM music video? An homage to Russian propaganda films? A condemnation of stem-cell research? Tetsuo the Iron Man? All of the above? Either way, it seems a bit divorced from the '70s animated version, in which Casshern was a spandex-clad super-cyborg with a robot dog. The music and the thematic stuff are a tad... hm. Overblown.
We invited a few friends over who didn't have other plans to ring in the New Year and basically hung around the whole evening drinking reasonably priced bubbly wine, eating homemade tacos, and watching the E! channel's "100 Most Shocking Crimes of Fashion," or some such title. (That is, the girls did this - for the most part, the men escaped to Toys's Office of Fun Stuff to uphold his New Year's Resolution to be Super Geeks.) Our verdict on the fashion roundup - given that the survey wasn't just limited to the previous year, they were way too kind to Barbra Streisand, not to mention a number of nutty fashion trends in the general public in the '80s. I mean, just limiting the countdown to celebs on the red carpet? Please. Also many of the commentating fashion mavens should have been on the list themselves. Kids, anyone who makes fun of Bjork's goose dress simply has no sense of humor. And if I looked like Rose McGowan, I'd probably wear a bunch of necklaces as a dress too. (One of the night's funnier quotes: "You can just imagine her going up to Marilyn Manson and saying, 'honey, does this make my ass look naked?'") For the last hour, we switched over to South Park and Dick Clark in Times Square, although we deeply felt the loss of E! channel's constant repetition of that Anna Nicole Smith ad for some win-a-weekend-at-a-gambling-resort or somesuch in which she pants at the camera "Wanna Viper? Wanna party? Want some money? Like my body?" to our audience's sheer howling delight. But we're sick.
We watched another hour or so of TV after the big countdown (the disturbing news that the Earth's rotation has been enough changed by the Southeast Asian quake to reset the world's clock by four minutes less has apparently not been yet reflected in the Times Square countdown), mostly the History Channel's "History of Sex" program. Worth seeing, if only for the erotic art they managed to get on the air. Oh my heavens. But also the first few minutes of The Transformers movie, to hear those immortal words "It is the year 2005..."
Getting a cab for our last guests on New Year's Eve right after last call? Now that was kinda tricky. Phone busy on every option, and out on the street, the driver's knew it was a seller's market. One zoomed away from MechMan and Action Girl without so much as a "sorry" because it "wasn't going to their neighborhood." MechMan threw out what to my mind would probably qualify as the night's funniest quote at the departing car, in a very NYC native moment: "Fuck you! Happy New Year!"
Maybe I'll put off a roundup of the year at large to tomorrow some more. Like Scarlett O'Hara, I'm becoming... tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow...
We invited a few friends over who didn't have other plans to ring in the New Year and basically hung around the whole evening drinking reasonably priced bubbly wine, eating homemade tacos, and watching the E! channel's "100 Most Shocking Crimes of Fashion," or some such title. (That is, the girls did this - for the most part, the men escaped to Toys's Office of Fun Stuff to uphold his New Year's Resolution to be Super Geeks.) Our verdict on the fashion roundup - given that the survey wasn't just limited to the previous year, they were way too kind to Barbra Streisand, not to mention a number of nutty fashion trends in the general public in the '80s. I mean, just limiting the countdown to celebs on the red carpet? Please. Also many of the commentating fashion mavens should have been on the list themselves. Kids, anyone who makes fun of Bjork's goose dress simply has no sense of humor. And if I looked like Rose McGowan, I'd probably wear a bunch of necklaces as a dress too. (One of the night's funnier quotes: "You can just imagine her going up to Marilyn Manson and saying, 'honey, does this make my ass look naked?'") For the last hour, we switched over to South Park and Dick Clark in Times Square, although we deeply felt the loss of E! channel's constant repetition of that Anna Nicole Smith ad for some win-a-weekend-at-a-gambling-resort or somesuch in which she pants at the camera "Wanna Viper? Wanna party? Want some money? Like my body?" to our audience's sheer howling delight. But we're sick.
We watched another hour or so of TV after the big countdown (the disturbing news that the Earth's rotation has been enough changed by the Southeast Asian quake to reset the world's clock by four minutes less has apparently not been yet reflected in the Times Square countdown), mostly the History Channel's "History of Sex" program. Worth seeing, if only for the erotic art they managed to get on the air. Oh my heavens. But also the first few minutes of The Transformers movie, to hear those immortal words "It is the year 2005..."
Getting a cab for our last guests on New Year's Eve right after last call? Now that was kinda tricky. Phone busy on every option, and out on the street, the driver's knew it was a seller's market. One zoomed away from MechMan and Action Girl without so much as a "sorry" because it "wasn't going to their neighborhood." MechMan threw out what to my mind would probably qualify as the night's funniest quote at the departing car, in a very NYC native moment: "Fuck you! Happy New Year!"
Maybe I'll put off a roundup of the year at large to tomorrow some more. Like Scarlett O'Hara, I'm becoming... tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow...
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Date: 2005-01-02 10:54 pm (UTC)And, the last Vamp!Mulder chapter.
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Date: 2005-01-04 10:02 am (UTC)And you've posted all that Sunnydale too! I've been a bad feedbacker, bad...
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Date: 2005-01-02 11:19 pm (UTC)Speaking of tacos, the food at your place is YUMMY (like always)!
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Date: 2005-01-03 12:17 pm (UTC)Casshern sounds very interesting - if it is all those things in one.
Happy New Year btw!
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Date: 2005-01-04 10:05 am (UTC)Japanese movies in general tend to come in flavors of either gruesomely slow and talky or geniuely surprising. This was kind of both. Like a music video on steroids.
And Happy New Year!