Posts Tagged ‘per amici’

Movie Moment: Per mi amica, Condra edition — Grey Gardens

January 14, 2010

Happy birthday, Mme Condra, and many glad returns!

Grey Gardens (Hovde, Maysles, Maysles, and Meyer, 1975).

This is the best thing to wear for today, you understand. Because I don’t like women in skirts and the best thing is to wear pantyhose or some pants under a short skirt, I think. Then you have the pants under the skirt and then you can pull the stockings up over the pants underneath the skirt. And you can always take off the skirt and use it as a cape. So I think this is the best costume for today.

“The Libra husband is not an easy man to please. The monotony of domesticity is not to his liking, but he is a passionate man, and a respecter of tradition. … He is a born judge, and no other zodiacal type can order his life with so much wisdom.” God! That’s all I need — order! That’s all I need! An ordered life! You know, a manager. But he’s got to be a Libran.

It’s very difficult to keep the line between the past and the present. You know what I mean? It’s awfully difficult.

In the film, it appears as though Lois Wright only gave a box to Edith Bouvier Beale for her birthday. However, she also gave Edith the sign that reads, “The Great Singer, Big Edith Bouvier Beale.” (the imdb)

He always compliments me on the way I do my corn.

— You can’t have your cake and eat it, too in this life.
— Oh, yes, I did! I did. I had my cake. Loved it, masticated it, chewed it and had everything I wanted.

Thank you for your card and your ice-cream, I love you very much!

All stills courtesy onsunset on the lj.

Per mi amico: Misterr Anndersonnn edition

October 15, 2009

Hey, buddy. Don’t dream it. Be it.

Do your thing, chicken wing. Haters to the left!

Per mi amica: Panda Eraser 2nd ed.

October 13, 2009

Panda Eraser asked me if I was going to trivia at P. Wexford’s tonight, and I am full of weakage and do not know yet. The conversation we had put me in mind of this. Et tu, P.E.?:

Karen: I can’t go out. [cough] I’m sick.
Regina: Boo. You whore.

Classic. Us.

Got hot sauce and rose petals in place of my blood

October 10, 2009

Showered, shotgunning some diet cokes, and am just about all ready steady to take this day to the moon! OW!!!

“You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.” –Buddha

“The best thing to hold on to in life is each other.” –Audrey Hepburn

Totally getting right on both those things. My favorite things about weddings are almost innumerable; weird, I know, what with my own separation going on and all — people keep asking me worriedly, “How are you doing with this?” and for a second I’m like, “What? Are they talking to me? Why would anyone not be awesome with this!” then I remember and twitch a little. But I am doing fine with it, in fact I’m over the moon with excitement, I barely slept the last few nights. Two of my best friends are getting married, TO EACH OTHER. Pretty huge day for me! Like, aces and green lights and pretty ponies and chinese lanterns and sparklers and shooting stars, that is how I feel. I don’t have blood in my veins right now, I got hot sauce and rose petals. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…….!

One of my favoritest of favorite things, anyway, about weddings, is that everyone has come with so much love and grace in their heart. It really is a happy occasion, and so much fun is had I think because of that. It provides you a glimpse into how your life would be if your eyes were open to miracles every single day, instead of just on ones where you have deliberately thrust your cares aside to focus on other people’s happiness because they invited you and you get to dress up and chisel free food out of their folks. (This is how it begins when you are driving on your way, you’re thinking about where to sit and whether the sides with the tri-tip are going to be good or have too many carrots, but on the way home you are simply flush with the ancient thrill of wishing people in love well…it is so beautiful!)

So I am sending you an emotional invitation to this wedding. Be down with the extraordinary today, seek out chances to dance and laugh and smile sincerely at strangers, because we are all in on this big secret of getting to be alive and that’s actually really something special. … send great vibes for this crazy beautiful magical day and I’ll catch you guys on the flip side!

Per mi amico: the Cappy 2nd edition

September 23, 2009

For the wonderful and irreplaceable Cappy who is about to hit that hay like a champ, a final thought for your day:

(photo by the amazing Ellen von Unwerth, if you like chicks and photography and art, check her out!)

Sweet dreams, buddy. You are earning the sweetest ones out there the whole time you’re awake. Love ya!

Per mi amico: Jonohs edition

September 21, 2009

Rooney: What’s the score?
Pizza Joint Owner: Nothin’, nothin’.
Rooney: Who’s winning?
Pizza Joint Owner: The Bears.
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

(this is the 100th post. balloons and confetti just fell on all of us!)

Per mi amica: Miss D edition

September 20, 2009

“There was more than one lobster present at the birth of Jesus?” —Love, Actually.

Thank you for last night, my dear. It was just what the doctor ordered. You are a rock! What would I do without you to draw me out of my shell and then your shoulder to blubber on? All my love and thanks.

Per mi amica: Panda Eraser edition, or, Turn that frown upside down

September 17, 2009

I was starting to feel a little down (remember, I am the mistress of understatement and the widow of talk-about-it-later) because some of the things I have to do today are not my favorite or most pleasant things to do. Then I was about to head out the door to pick up kidlet from kindergarten (hopefully there was no anarchy today), when I got this text from Panda Eraser.

Reminded of how I ate a Western Bacon Cheeseburger and totally stopped and left a note on my friend’s car yesterday, which are both out of character things for me in which I took a spontaneous delight, I smiled. Good with the bad. Up with the down. It’s going to be fine. Thanks, Panda Eraser. Eskimo kisses.

Per mi amica: Christy Anne 2nd Ed.

September 11, 2009

“You smell like a baby prostitute.”

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…

Per mi amico: Cappy edition

September 8, 2009

“I believe that we have a natural instinct which is very strong. Just we don’t know ourselves enough. And I think that if we get into it and we try to understand all we have inside, we can find all the power we have.” –Monica Bellucci

Per mi amica: Chelle edition

September 7, 2009

“What, you don’t like rice? Tell me, Michael, how could a billion Chinese people be wrong?” –David (Keifer Sutherland in Lost Boys)

If I ever get the truly full-length director’s cut edition, I will try to screencap me Just For You, my dear Mrs. Griggs!

Per mi amica

September 6, 2009

“I’ve forgotten my mantra.” –Lacey Party Guest, Annie Hall.

For Christy Anne, who I desperately miss:

Little Christer, young Jeff Goldblum in Annie Hall has forgotten his mantra; won’t you please give it to him?