new and of note

i haven't updated in a long while, but seeing as marge is the only person who reads this here blog, it doesn't really matter much.

anyways, the new serie a season is starting on sunday and i'm beyond excited. although i really don't know WHY juve bought viera but *ahem* let's not be picky. and the transfer window isn't closed. i'm excited to see what new elements mutu and miccoli can bring to the team. so lovely.

Film Review: Everyone Says I Love You

Everyone Says I Love You (1996)

This is one of my favourite modern musicals. It blends classic songs with witty and zany characters. A highly underrated Woody Allen classic. Julia Roberts does very little and Woody Allen's insistance that the actors use their own singing voices no matter how bad makes her song a very painful painful few minutes to get through, but it's worth it.

My favourite quotation:
Bob: Frieda, this pasta doesn't have any sauce!
Frieda: It's Bavarian pasta, it doesn't need sauce. Italian pasta needs sauce. The Italians were weak!

Letters to Juve: Week 27 (Roma v. Juventus)

Dear Alessandro,

Can you hear that? It's the sound of thousands of journalists all over the world eating their words.

Love,
Lisa

*****

Dear Fabio,

Your defending was superb as always and the goal? I do believe that was the cherry on top of a frosted cupcake of a performance. Also, you're quite the looker.

Love,
Lisa

*****

Dearest Zlatan,

I am glad you took my advice and switched your boots. Red is a good colour. I think these are going to be good boots. Your goal was so lovely it's a shame it was disallowed. Silly linesman.

Love,
Lisa

*****

Dear Lillian,

A shout out for your fabulous defending. Your defending is always fabulous, but I don't think your praises are sung quite enough, so allow me to sing them now, in the key of F Sharp.

Love,
Lisa

*****

Letters to Juve: Week 26 (Juventus v. Siena)

Dear Mr. Del Piero,

Welcome back! Lovely form today. Too bad you couldn't get that hat trick. But still, an excellent return to form. Keep up the good work.

Love,
Lisa

*****

Dearest Mr. Ibrahimovic,

Oh Zlatan. Where have you been? You seem absent and not-fabulous lately. I think perhaps these new boots you are sporting are wrong. Send them back, dig out the gold ones and resume your magic magic ways.

Love,
Lisa

*****

Olivera:

You know the plane to rome for the roma match next week? Why don't you sleep in and miss it. We don't really need your wild shots on goal and ridiculous fouling.

No love,
Lisa

*****

Dear Mr. Nedved & Mr. Trezeguet,

Please get well soon.

Love,
Lisa

*****

Charles and Camilla

Well, they're finally getting married. But you'd think after all this time together, they could co-ordinate their wardrobes.




I'd like to take this opportunity to share with you a story about dear Charles and Camilla that a friend passed along. It'll give you an idea of the average Briton's opinion and respect for the couple:

A very truthful friend of mine told me this story about her cousin, a woman who lives in England near Highgrove, the Prince of Wales' country estate. One morning, as her cousin was walking her dog, she encountered Charles and Camilla horseback riding. Charles remarked to the woman, "That's a lovely dog you have there".
The woman quickly retorted, "Why, I could say the same for you".
Apparently, His Royal Highness and consort gave no reply and continued on their way.

And I'll leave you with that to ponder.

strange dreams

Last night I had one of my more bizarre dreams. I dreamt that the Hilton girls and Nicole Richie had been kidnapping people. And of course, because they are the Hiltons, they had videotaped the whole damn thing. My dream consisted of watching Paris and Nicole in their hideout alternately discussing their latest victim and exchanging makeup tips.


Note to self: watching Picnic at Hanging Rock and then reading Socialite Life is clearly not the best idea. Separately, but not together.

Film Review: Gadael Lenin

Gadael Lenin (1993)

A Welsh film set in Russia directly after the collapse of the USSR. A group of Welsh high schoolers and their teachers get seperated on an art trip to St. Petersburg. The expected hijinks ensue, but the film is more about self-discovery, for the teachers (who are left stranded without money and have to make their way to St. Petersburg with only their wits to guide them) and the students. It's very beautiful and angsty and features one particularly amusing dancing scene on a bridge (amusing in a dated, earlier 90s, "my god, they can't dance at all" sort of way).