The Bastardization of Blue Monday
Current mood: persnickety
Category: persnickety Music

So I'm at the Century City mall to get some frogurt.  I went to Pinkberry, not because I'm a rabid fan of it (like the rest of the sheep here in LA).  It's just that it's really close to my office building, and low cal, so whatever.  Every time I go in there, they're either blasting house music as if it's a dance club, or they're playing something weird and unclassifiable.  Today I heard a song, female vocalist, in an odd key.  The song was really slow, had a sort of Brazilian beat and slow and mellow as if it could be a Nora Jones song.  I was trying like hell to place the lyrics… "I thought I was mistaken, I thought I heard your words…"  Once I identified it as Blue Monday, I'm like WHAT. THE. FUCK. 

Hey Pinkberry, why don't you just stick a knife in my heart as you bastardize what was once a revolutionary song?  Jeez.

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New pictures/new small album
Current mood: nostalgic
Category: Art and Photography

Well, the pix are "new" only in that none of you have seen these before.

Many, MANY, moons ago, in a land far, far away, my awesome friend Dany took some photos of me in my usual club uniform, circa 1991 (I told you it was many moons ago.)  You should also bear in mind that during that same time period, I was working by day as a legal secretary in a very professional and conservative office.  More on that later.

Do me a big favor:  visit the myspace page of  "The MOE funK" (he’s in my top friends list) and check out his KICK ASS art.  For he is the master who took these great photos of me.

Is it pathetic that I look at old photos such as these, and yearn for the days when I looked so much younger?  Maybe it is.  But I guess one thing I do not yearn for from those days is: being pretty poor; worried that my electricity might be shut off; surviving on off-brand frozen dinners, Hawaiian Punch, and Jumpin Jack Doritos.  And lengthy, gray, Cleveland winters.  (Ugh, why don’t you just give me a razor blade now.)

I think it’s kinda funny that, anymore, I can barely tune in to KROQ (or whatever it is the kids today are listening to.)  All I ever hear on that station is a ton of that emo-core shit, and I’m like, "STOP ALL THAT FUCKING YELLING!!  I want it quiet in my car!"  This from a woman who loved blasting NIN, KMFDM, Skinny Puppy, Ministry, Revolting Cocks, etc.   Father Time has played a nasty trick in turning me into my PARENTS!  NOOO!!!!!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy these pics that The MOE funK took of me.

To my Cleveland peeps:   I hope these pics take you back to the heyday (and hey-nights) of the Nine of Clubs and the Lift. 

And to any Columbus peeps: memories of Mean Mr. Mustards -- r.i.p.  :-(  

"I was up above it.  Now I’m down in it."

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Fuck you, Juno
Current mood: accomplished
Category: exasperated Movies, TV, Celebrities

Christ what an awful movie!!!  I agree with Walter Chaw's review below.  I hate to say it, but the critics at  www.rottentomatoes.com  gave it a 94% approval rating (extremely unusual for the tough critics on this site), calling it fresh, sweet and irony-free.  Are you fucking kidding me?  The whole movie was condescending, and a little too pleased with itself.  The character of Juno was absolutely unrealistic, despite the fact that reviews say it was loosely based on a true story.  However, I thought the adult actors (JK Simmons, Jason Bateman, Allison Janney and Michael Cera) did a really great job, and were given very good dialog.

My biggest problem with the movie was the highly annoying Juno herself.  NO 16-year-old talks like that.  NO 16-year-old is that sardonic, self-assured, hip and ready with rapid fire comebacks.   And what 16 year old references Iggy Pop, the Melvins, and filmmaker Dario Argento?!?  Puh-lease! 

I want my twelve bucks back.

Chaw's review is below, but here is the link:

http://filmfreakcentral.net/screenreviews/juno.htm

Brutally overwritten, smug, and self-indulgent to no discernible point, Jason Reitman's disappointing Juno is an unfortunate attempt to marry Judd Apatow's sleazy morality plays with a Kevin Smith pop-cultural gabber--the result being a ventriloquism tract in which virgin screenwriter (formerly blogger) Diablo Cody crams so many unlikely gluts of verbiage into so many sterile, undeveloped characters that the whole production is the ultimate act of masturbatory puppetry. The movie would be twice as funny with half as many wisecracks--it's so stuffed that there are long moments of zero interplay as one person or another acts as mute sounding board to whomever's reeling off a Dennis Miller-ism. Red-flag time when a film acts as both main attraction and audience. Ellen Page stars as the titular Juno McGuff, a Soupy Sales-referencing sixteen-year-old who finds herself pregnant by her nebbish boyfriend, Bleeker (Michael Cera). Exactly: what 16-year-old references Soupy Sales? What 66-year-old? Look to something like Heathers for how to write absurdist dialogue--that film along with Clerks the chief antecedents for Juno, which isn't as good as either because it wears its hipster cred like a chip on its shoulder. It's also not very good because even though it's about teen pregnancy, abortion, and adoption, it's about nothing so much as quirky teen romance, revealing itself to be inclined towards mining laughter from dorkiness and thus allaying itself, too (and in the worst possible way), with Napoleon Dynamite.

Juno's trip to an abortion clinic (preceded by "The Office"'s Rainn Wilson demonstrating in a brief cameo how limited he is as a personality) is punctuated by lone protestor Su Chin (Valerie Tian) proclaiming, in high-yella' style, "Your baby wants to be borned," before Juno relates a monolingual anecdote and proceeds on into the next non sequitur where someone else talks just like Diablo Cody writes. Page is a star, no question (the only reason you don't walk is because she patches a lot of holes), but Juno is best at revealing the limitations of folks like Jason Bateman and Jennifer Garner, the perfect yuppie couple to whom Juno decides to bequeath her spawn--the one tasked with wearing Soundgarden T-shirts and pining for his days opening for The Melvins, the other asked mainly to be the hysterical, barren woman, ovulating like a chicken and resembling that Mo Collins character from "MADtv" who, in lieu of children, collects Precious Moments figurines. Though Bateman is wonderful matched with the right material ("Arrested Development"), he's incapable of breathing depth into a plot device. Too much of Juno is similarly straitjacketed: straight man and punchline, Punch and Juno. Consider a moment during an ultrasound with the great Allison Janney (as Juno's stepmom) upbraiding the sonar tech for having an opinion on Juno's soundness as a mother that plays just like a match to a straw man. It's inorganic and, in this situation, embarrassing. Forced to watch Juno a second time under circumstances I prefer not to confess, I found myself turning away in revulsion at best.

Juno finds its best moments between Page and Cera (another "Arrested Development" alum). Credit Cera's understatement and the sneaking suspicion that his character was also overwritten, but pruned by a guy whose wisdom about the limits of his abilities makes up for his general lack of range. Cera delivers the one natural-seeming performance in the picture, the one that conveys legitimate exasperation for mothers who call him "puppy" and girlfriends who talk on hamburger phones and put abandoned living-room sets on his lawn as some sort of shrine (like the film itself) to fashionable quirk. Despite its aspirations to immortality in the coining of innumerable catchphrases, Juno's pleasures are fleeting. You can't spend this much time being too cool for school and earn a sentimental rimshot--it's the boy who cried "human." The picture's dated already in the way that things trying this hard to be hip are always perceived, correctly, to be the old guy at the college bar--looking to pick up whiffs of some imagined former glory by assuming the hipster leather of big topics and shock-pronouncements. Cunt, faggot, nigger, the Holocaust, Captain Kangaroo, decoder rings, "Gilligan's ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Island", and a Milton Berle cross-dressing joke--boy, that's actually kind of easy. All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up.-Walter Chaw

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Building a Fart Bunker.
Current mood: giggly
Category: giggly Blogging

Author Chris Nieratko CRACKS me up:

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My Lasik eye surgery
Category: Life

Up until May 2, 2007, I was nearsighted, with extremely, extremely poor vision in each eye.  You know how people with perfect vision have 20/20 vision?  Well, mine was 20/ 450 in each eye.  I'm not even exaggerating.  I did wear contacts and glasses to correct it.

I was referred by my lovely friend Jennie to see Dr. Alan Berg in Sherman Oaks for a consultation.  I really liked Dr. Berg a lot – a very kind and patient man who answered all of my questions.  The staff there is just great also.  (I've been to medical offices where the doctor is nice, but the staff is just rude and annoyed and bitchy.)

People, this is a FIFTEEN MINUTE operation!  In and out!  And, depending on your current vision problem, your eyes will be corrected to PERFECTION.  I now have 20/15 vision – even better than 20/20.  I can not believe I waited so long to do it.

Because I was a referral to Dr. Berg, they gave me a big discount.  And it wasn't like "Oh look, 50 bucks off because Jennie referred me."   No, it was hundreds.  I'm not even lying.

Email me if you have any questions at all, but if you've been thinking about getting Lasik, please do yourself a favor and at least have a consultation with Dr. Berg.  He has offices in Sherman Oaks, Burbank and San Marino.

www.bergfeinfield.com  

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Wanna see me dance? (remix)
Current mood: mischievous
Category: Parties and Nightlife

I am performing again with the wonderful gals of Death Tap 2000!  We are dancing as part of the Victory Variety Hour.  Sunday, June 10, 2007, doors at 9:30pm.  Location:  El Cid on Sunset in Silver Lake/Los Feliz.

I'll post the flyer here next week, but please visit these websites for details: 

http://www.itsachick.com/vvh.html

http://www.myspace.com/victoryvarietyhour

Would love it if all my friends could come out to see the show! Guaranteed good times!  I think I should keep using lots of exclamation points!!

love,

Trish

Currently listening : Alvin & The Chipmunks - Greatest Hits-Still Squeaky Af By Alvin & the Chipmunks Release date: 21 September, 1999

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AQUA TEEN HUNGER FORCE!!!
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities

I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THIS! 

yes, this is a short and stupid blog, but I swear my panties are in a bunch because I'm so excited to see it!  Who's with me?

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Cinderella Story... comes outta nowhere...

I've posted this before, but it just brings SUCH a smile to my face to remember this part of the movie, I just had to post it again, in the hopes it makes others smile too.  "AAAAHHHMM - Alllll - right!  No-Body worry 'bout me..."

 "What an incredible Cinderella story, this unknown comes outta no where to lead the pack, at Augusta. He's on his final hole, he's about 455 yards away - he's gonna hit about a two-iron I think. Oh he got all of that one! The crowd is standing on its feet here, the normally reserved Augusta crowd - going wild - for this young Cinderella, he's come outta no where, he's got about 350 yards left, he's gonna hit about a five-iron, don't you think? He's got a beautiful backswing - that's - Oh he got all of that one! He's gotta be pleased with that, the crowd is just on its feet here, uh - He's the Cinderella boy, uh - tears in his eyes I guess as he lines up this last shot, he's got about 195 yards left, he's got about a - its looks like he's got about an eight-iron. This crowd has gone deathly silent, the Cinderella story, outta no where, a former greenskeeper now - about to become the Masters champion. It looks like a mirac - It's in the Hole!"

(Is there REALLY a website called www.carlspackler.com?  Oh yes there is, childrens, yes there is.)

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Ohio State 42 - Michigan 39

Sorry Woverines, but we WON!!!!  What an exciting game.  Thank you to all my friends who showed some Buckeye spirit (even though they are not necessarily alums.)

O-H!  I-O!

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Want to see me dance tonight?

Hey Kids!

I'm doing a tap dance (with some other lovely gals from Death Tap 2000/ aka Les Claquettes Sauvages!) tonight, and another dance too:

Dandy - Bastille Day Party Go for Baroque
Thursday July 13 2006
Safari Sams 5214 W.Sunset Blvd www.safarisams.com
Door at 9:30 Show at 10:30 ish
$7.00 appropriate attire $10.00 if not
18 and over

Come out and show some support, and have a GREAT time doing it!

xoxo,

Trisha

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