S.Darko. Summary: Fan Fiction

Twilight. After I reread the novels 15 times each. Then would only read passages like a religious text, I found myself needing more. Fan Fiction. Of course I googled and it was like coming up over a mountain to see more valley and beautiful streams. Of course there are some fan fictions that remind me of Ralphie's letter in a Christmas Story on why he deserves a bee-bee gun. Some are so in line with all my own thoughts and wishes that it makes the original text seem new and fresh again.

S.Darko is the kind of fan fiction that probably lead to its straight to DVD release last month. After watching it, I was sorry I didn't rewatch Donnie Darko to try and understand where the story line was coming from. Though I'm not sure the director or screenwriter cared much about the original plot as well. If they had a check list I'm sure they thought "Creepy goo coming from people's body's, Check! Scary bunny mask, check, now we just need some other ideas."

I was interested to check that the director, Chris Fisher, has not directed much besides a handful of primetime tv shows. Not the whole season, but just an episode or two. Nathan Adkins, the screen writer, has a lot under his belt in the edit room, but whimped out under the Writer category.

The story line is so hard to follow it makes it worse and worse. That and the significance of Donnie's decision in the first movie is almost belittled with everyone and their mom choosing to sacrifice themselves to save another. There were three things that made me watch to the end. One, Hope of some kind of full circle closure, which didn't happen. Two, Jackson Rathbone who got to flex his acting abilities more so then as Jasper Hale in Twilight (needless to say I thought he stole the screen during his parts). Three, the amazing 90s outfits that assembled, since it is suppose to be set in 1995. It reminded me of my carefree middle school days thumbing through Delias and Seventeen. Fourth, oops, there is a fourth reason.. Ed Westwick. I just want to stare in his eyes for a couple of decades.

Despite one or two scenes the acting by all makes S. Darko interesting to watch. It is unfortunate that the plot line would not be good even if you were drunk or strung out on drugs. I think it goes to show that we are living in times where every penny counts so it seems easier to latch on to other ideas and ride their success coattails. Unfortunately S. Darko is unlikely to even be a underground-undergound cult hit.

somebody's reading pride and prejudice

we women always get incredibly self-inspecting about relationships when we read Austen. which is good.  I think Romeo and Juliet do have a spark that catches them on fire, i think they also have circumstances, like the serious backdrop of family violence, and the fact that they are fifteen,  that allow them to be self-centered and rash. I think maybe we all feel that spark, but we learn to bed it down, keep it more like  a pilot light on a stove burner.  I dunno though, i think guns blazing is necessary in the beginning. i think maybe it's a precautionary measure, or something born of biology, to consume and pre oocupy us until it's too late. it is the love born from attraction and fate and all that other stuff that new age and self improvement books explain to us happens when we meet the right person. maybe it's the way they smell. maybe our blood types call out to each other. who knows? whatever it is, that heady, crazy feeling is what we need to sustain us, what we need to look back on the next time we're pressing our nails into our palms out of frustration for one more stupid wednesday fight. love can't stay a flame, it'll burn down our houses, but we should learn to use it to keep the place warm. 

My thought while walking through Tower Grove Park today.

You know when you get that jaded feeling after you've been to something really uplifting. You left thinking that you are now going to live EACH DAY TO ITS FULLEST. Then you get cut off in traffic or break a pencil or your crush doesn't ask you out.

How come when it comes to love we have the opposite problem? We want to rush in and be all consuming. We don't want to wait, we want it now.

When love really is the one thing that we should take more preciously. I don't think we should go in guns a blazing. I think that it takes time and patience. Lots of patience. We just need to hold back. Restrain ourselves. Stop look and listen.

I think this made more sense in my head. I think the quote from William Shakespear's Romeo and Juliet is, "Hot running passions are like gunpowder meeting a spark - they cause an explosion that destroys both the gunpowder and the spark."

Why can't I come up with this ideas?

Its a cruel, cruel, cruel summer.

This is the result of no sun protection yesterday. It hurts! However, unlike Kim Kardashian, I will not be making rounds on the talk shows to talk about my brush with sun overexposure. To busy this week, I might be able to squeeze in an interview with Ryan Seacrest via phone. We'll see.

Found it on Apartment Therapy!

I imagine Kathleen having this set up for her shoes one day.

The art vs. getthatshitoutofmyface debate.

On June 5th my most beloved Craft blog, Craftzine.com posted a piece entitled "Nothing Much Happened Today (for Eric and Dylan)." If you look at it for just a second, you may be with me, that remember the day my heart was in my throat watching the coverage of the Columbine High School shootings.

This image that has been crossstiched by artist Noelle Mason, measuring 50 x 66 inches, it was one of the few images we got of Eric and Dylan, armed to the teeth and walking through the Columbine cafeteria, angered that the bombs they had brought would not go off. I'm still thankful to this day they never released the video Eric and Dylan made explaining what their intentions were about.

The average number of comments on a blog post for Craftzine is 2-5, if there are more than 10 you can bet that blog will become a guest writer for Craftzine. This morning after reading most of the 41, yes, Forty-One, comments I am scared by in a community of artist the hatred and angry shouts for censorship.

In reading the comments I learned where the aritst was inspired to title of the cross stich, "Nothing Much Happened Today (for Eric and Dylan)." "Nothing much happened today" is a quote from King George III's journal. It was the only entry on the day the revolutionary war began.

My saddness comes from the hateful comments that were left, I also read that several were so vulgar they were deleted by blog moderators. I imagine that was the kind of hate that Eric and Dylan felt, that drove them to taking lives.

I am thankful that I had parents that loved me, that do love me now. They don't always understand my quirks or strange habits that make me seem foriegn or an engima to some people, but I never got so low that I ever had to retaliate those who judged, taunted and ridiculed me. They are a love safety net. My mom always encouraged to try and confront others with how they made me feel. Easier said then done, but I had someone loving me and making me realize that I could be diffrent.

I wish Eric and Dylan knew this kind of love. I wish terrorists in all countries to know this kind of love. Actually I wish it for everyone.

Ackward Bathroom Experience

The setting is Friday afternoon at work. Mission: Number 1 and 2. The location, less used bathroom on Fixed Income Trading Floor.


Upon penetration of the women's facilities a newer coworker is located at 11 o'clock. This problem will be diffused soon as she is done washing her hands.


Mission number 1 accomplished, waiting to open the hatch before dropping of Torpedoes. Blip, blip blip. Mother hen, please hold as we wait for coworker to exit bathroom and be off radar. Copy that.



1 minute.
2 minutes.
3 minutes.


Tower do you have radar confirmation that coworker has left the premises. That's a negative. Still have a visible on her twenty in front of the sinks, please stand by. Copy that tower, Mother hen is wanting to relax and drop eggs as soon as possible.


4 minutes.

5 minutes.


Tower, Mother Hen cannot wait any longer, please confirm we have permission to plop. Negative that Mother Hen, please wait till we have bathroom silence.


6 minutes.

Door opens.


Mother Hen, we have interference with another plane, please drop as soon as other aircraft begins loud number 1. Copy that tower, relief accomplished. Can you verify whereabouts of coworker please tower? Copy, coworker is still planted in front of paper towels, sorry negative, coworker is heading out the door, Mother hen you are free to return to your desk.


Copy on the clear skies. Over and out.

I'm so obsessed with this song its lethal.

I'm in love with literal