Posts Tagged ‘ghosts’

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Keeping the ghosts inside us alive

May 30, 2011

Happy Memorial Day.

Close-up.


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Movie Millisecond: Mouchette

October 28, 2010


via.

Mouchette (Robert Bresson, 1967).

Flashback Friday — Audrey Hepburn Half-Day; “It happens, Texas Ghost Sex edition”

April 8, 2010

Welcome to Flashback Friday, because I’m actually not here at all, but rather on the road to Arcata with my Special K! Today’s Flashback is: Audrey Hepburn Half-Day, which was roughly six months ago.

Here’s how it all began:


“A ghost would crawl up my leg and have sex with me at an apartment a long time ago in Texas. I used to think it was my boyfriend, and one day I woke up and it wasn’t. I was freaked out about it, but then I was, like, well, you know what? He’s never hurt me and he just gave me some amazing sex, so I have no problem.” –Anna Nicole Smith


Perfectly reasonable.


I’m serious. She actually made a lot of sense to me. Like watching a modern live version of Sound and the Fury or something. A real Holly Golightly, as Tru originally envisioned her in the B @ T’s novel, not as the patron saint of anorexics brought to screen. Miss ya, Twinks. I hope Heaven is a wild party.

Moolti-pahz and “Who you gonna call?”

October 14, 2009

Heyo! Got some dogs in the fire today. Not as many as some have, like Jonohs with just under ten thousand things to do today, or Paolo and Miss D who have to watch the weather and see if they can squeeze out of Tahoe between storms or if they will have to stay another night (oh, no, whatever will they do to pass the time), and I also am not contending with gypsy-cursed attire which has been commanded to kill me, nor am I sick like Panda Eraser and the Gentleman, but some dogs nonetheless. Boy, now that I actually tally up how full the plates of my friendohs are, I’m feeling pretty footloose and fancy-free, gotta say. Sorry, guys; what is that like.

Anyway. It is suddenly to be a movie day, and what movies! And pizza! Here is the deal. After I pick up kidlet from anarchy in the 5-k —aka kindergarten— we are going to slide on down to Ceres to visit Gorgeous George, give him and the pup-pup a little company in housesitting for Paolo and Miss D while they are on honeymoon. We are taking pizza, breadsticks, and Ghostbusters I and II with us, plus a thingy of root beer (sorry, I suck at remembering in what denomination of liters soda is sold. it’s a big one, all right?). If we need any extra supplies, I suppose we will attempt to go to Raley’s and blend. We can blend!

Also, if the rain lets up and the damn thing gets delivered, we are going to take a look at that warranty-replacement lefthanded Cambodian fan battery —aka the new pool motor— and see if we can’t get some action happening from that department. It would be a really great welcome home surprise if the stars align and we pull it off! Again, we can go procure extra supplies for that, although we had certainly a time of it even buying a wrench last time; it resulted in driving around aimlessly and having to call people to google directions to the damn Harbor Freight (cleverly concealed as an anchor of a strip mall on a busy street in a populous area, those sly dogs!). Further, this time we are both starting to get a little squeaky-strapped for the cashflow … so this will be an adventure. Do you suppose the Home Depot takes Multipass?

Wish me luck!

Daily Batman: Ghost World edition

October 11, 2009

“So what are you studying? You were always such a smart little girl.”
“I’m taking a remedial high school art class for fuck-ups and retards.”

“Some people are okay, but mostly I just feel like poisoning everybody.”

Sorry, guys, this is probably going to be the only post today. The lady of the house is totally done in by yesterday’s festivities. Yesterday/today was amazing!

Daily Batman: Paul is NOT dead, you guys!

October 6, 2009

DC took several years to hear about the whole “Paul’s dead” controversy but this 1970 Batman cover proves that they would have been all over it way sooner if they weren’t, you know, huge dorks who did not talk to girls or read the actual newspaper.

Navel-gazing, you’d think a person as neurotic and self-centered as me would be better at it.

September 23, 2009

Navel-gazing: it is a thing.

It is not a thing I’ve been doing lately. I’ve been avoiding thinking too much about the literal details of myself and the actual circumstances of my life at the present because painful things keep happening, and they catch me off balance and knock my wind out. It is safer to retreat to boobies and pop cultural references, lest I tip my hand and then They All Know that I am totally a fruitbasket and a half.

But I said I wanted to stop re-acting to crap when I started this journal, and pushing painful things away with jokes and beer is just as bad and reactive as my old habit of knee-jerk fleeing from problems. I need to confront all aspects of my life if this shit is going to work at all, right?, and regularly plumb even the deep-down icky depths of the self-audit I swore I’d be doing this year. Moreover, I think it’s possible that these things tend to surface whether you try to control them or not. Maybe worse when you do, even.

Ghostamus Postamus

September 22, 2009

Am I at the pub, winning at trivia? Who knows! All I know is, I sure hope they still got some Boddington’s, and, if they have, I am just wreckin’ it! I hope it is writing letters home to England, all like, “Dear Mummy and Daddy, everything was going decently until this woman showed up, she is some kind of crazy writer and she calls all her friends by aliases, I think her name starts with an E — she keeps making feral cat noises and drinking pints of me. I fear I shall never see Manchester again!” And it will be right, and its parents will come to me seeking vendetta, but I will just drink them too.

Mmmmm…….

I left the following liberated negative spaces behind last week, I wonder what I’ll be called to pass along tonight?

I was thinking of no longer liberating negative space at the pub but we’ll see if I can keep that resolution.

Unlikely G: Ray Stantz edition

September 17, 2009

It’s our secret but circa-80’s Dan Akroyd and I would totally bang if it wouldn’t complicate my pre-existing relationship with circa-80’s Bill Murray. Love you, buddy.

Raymond Stantz is lookin’ g as hayull and why not? Man just saved New York City from Gozer, in the guise of a marshmallow in a sailor suit.

WINSTON: Ray! When someone asks you if you are a god, you say ‘yes!’ — Ghostbusters

Asked and Answered: Janosz Poha edition

September 11, 2009

“Why I am drippings with goo?”
“You had a violent prolonged transformative psychic episode.”

Oh, if I had a nickel…

It happens: Texas ghost sex edition

September 11, 2009


“A ghost would crawl up my leg and have sex with me at an apartment a long time ago in Texas. I used to think it was my boyfriend, and one day I woke up and it wasn’t. I was freaked out about it, but then I was, like, well, you know what? He’s never hurt me and he just gave me some amazing sex, so I have no problem.” –Anna Nicole Smith


Perfectly reasonable.


I’m serious. She actually made a lot of sense to me. Like watching a modern live version of Sound and the Fury or something. A real Holly Golightly, as Tru originally envisioned her in the B @ T’s novel, not as the patron saint of anorexics brought to screen. Miss ya, Twinks. I hope Heaven is a wild party.

Ghost posts

September 6, 2009

A confession: I’ve actually been away the majority of the weekend. Yesterday I was enjoying my planned-for-me party and today I’m either already in or en route to San Jose at this very moment for my friend’s bridal shower. I’ve just scheduled these to all go up all weekend. I assume they have been ghost-posting exactly as I have programmed them to do. Maybe we are all ghost posts from that infamous Watchwinder who’s walked away. That’s something to think about.

Another thing to think about–why is it that little kid ghosts are the scariest? Wouldn’t you assume a grown ghost had more dangerous intentions? What is it about the specter of a child that makes their ghost so much more flesh-crawling than the frustrated dreams and desires of a full-blown dead adult? I’m not going to settle on the usual cut-off-in-their-prime, reminder-of-the-vagaries-of-life urban mythology. There is more I think to it.

I think that this picture by Dominic Rouse is 100% inspired by Watcher in the Woods. I refuse to accept otherwise.

” To see the light we must first acknowledge that we are in the dark.” –Dominic Rouse