O Frabjous Day!

I've heard a lot of people claim that Tim Burton's "Alice In Wonderland" was humdrum. While I was surprised to hear such a thing from these people, it made me think. I thought, and thought and thought some more. Humdrum? Not so, I say!

I've read the book, and I've seen a myriad of versions/performances of it. While it wasn't Burton's normal claymation creeptastical genius, it still rocked. It stayed in tune with Carroll's work, with an emphasis on "The Jabberwocky"*, the acting was splendid and it was rich and gorgeous. I went in with incredibly high expectations, and I left happy.

That's not to say there weren't some things that bugged me about it, but those things were very few. Overall, I'd say it was refreshing, imaginative and I want to own it. Just don't see it in 3D. It seemed kind of pointless to me.

P.S. Depp's Mad Hatter is both unsettling and endearing, and I need one of Tim Burton's Bandersnatches a.s.a.p. ^_^

*The Jabberwocky poem and...

Thanks Youtube & Awesome parents/teachers.

We're All Mad Here II

I know I've raved about this before, but I simply must to do it again. With the newest trailer.

Feast your eyes, folks.

Burton never ceases to amaze me. Ever. I just love his brain! Amidst all the dark and twisted, there always lies simple truth and beauty. A purity. A resilience. At least I think so.

Whether it be my paintings of children and animals, doodles of creeptastic creatures, haikus or other poems and stories, that's always been something I've striven to convey. Ever since I was a kid. Resiliency, which I believe is synonymous with hope, is a good thing. Maybe the best of things.

I guess that's why I adore the work of people like Tim Burton, Johnny Depp, Stephen King, Wes Anderson, and Roald Dahl. I think I can really relate to how they see the world, or how I perceive that they see the world. I guess it's more that I see things that I believe in their work, whether they intended it that way or not.

We are all silly creatures, living lives of nonsense, when there is truth to be had. And I believe the things we hold so dear are bits and pieces of that truth.

Ahem...can't wait for this movie to come out!

We're All Mad Here

I am completely aware of the fact that I've already posted about Tim Burton's upcoming twist on Alice In Wonderland, but now there's a trailer! Therefore, I'm just going to have to do it again. I saw the trailer, and...well...I'm stoked. I can NOT wait until March of 2010, but I suppose I must.

Have a look-see! Oh, I apologize for not being savvy enough to figure out why the right side of this trailer is chopped off. If it bugs you, just click on the video and watch it on Youtube.

Okay. Now...have a look-see.

Alright. You may now anticipate how awesome this will be.

I'm simply mad about it.

List Lust VIII

I know I'm not the only one feeling drained right about now. I have plenty I could yap about, but can't shake this blah feeling. I promise to post something worth while in the very near future, but for now you'll just have to settle for some list lust.

Some things that just can't get here soon enough:

1. Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland. I'm seriously far too excited about this. I've read the book oh so many times. It was even my FAVORITE movie when I was little. Tim Burton is simply an evil genius, and so is his cohort, Johnny Depp. Sigh. He'll be the creepiest/most delectable Mad Hatter ever.

2. My handmade Ogling Owlie from my Swap-Bot partner in Israel, and my Howl's Moving Castle Stuffy from I can't remember where! Can not wait! Here are the swaps I sent out(you may or may not have seen these pics already-blah).

3. Michael Mann's Public Enemy. I know what you're thinking, and you can just stop it right now. I don't just want to see this because Johnny Depp's in it. It also happens to star Christian Bale. :P

4. To get some veggie sushi with Ari and the husband person. Missis Prickly Pear keeps talking about her glorious sushi, and I can't handle it anymore! ^__^

Well, that about sums her up my bloggerific friends. It is too late, and I am too tired. Sweet dreams.

Election vs. Biology

I'm ignoring all of this politicalness, although I did go vote last night.^__^
I'd rather focus on this strange pheromone I've realized I must give off. It's not your everyday, run of the mill, 26 year old female pheromone. It's one that attracts dudes twice my age, often times with obvious emotional problems. Why me?!

I don't know. Maybe I share these chemicals with all other young adult females. Perhaps we all get hit on by "those guys" now and again? Ladies, isn't it upsetting after a while? Do you start considering what it is you could be subconsciously doing to give these guys the idea that you might be in the least bit interested?

Johnny Depp is my father's age, but for some odd reason the idea of him hitting on me doesn't upset me. Maybe it's because I know he wouldn't do it at a gas station. Maybe it's because I know he wouldn't do it from inside his Ghetto Beretta! Maybe it's because I know he's married to a skinny French chick. Maybe.

The guy that hit on me at the gas station this morning, did it from deep inside his nasty, smelly car. He had to be in his late forties. A smoker. Obviously married-judging by the ring he displayed on his left hand, resting on the steering wheel. What was this dude thinking? Really? Do any of you men have any inkling what might've been going through this guy's brain-if it did indeed exist?

I was leaning against my Jeep, pumping my 18 gallons full. He pulled up in front of me and said, "No disrespect Ma'am, but you're just breath taking". I stood in awe of the fact that this was actually happening. I thought maybe I'd wake up. It could all be a bad dream. He was serious. He was SO serious, and awaited my reply.

There I stood in my raggedy blue jeans, an alumni tee and blue sparkly flip flops. Today was not a cute day. I didn't sleep well and I didn't care. I had no appointments. I made it a point to be comfy today. Comfy does not equal breath taking! I'm not even decent! And this guy was serious. It took me what seemed like an eternity to say, "Yeah". That was followed by an awkward, "Have a nice day" as I quickly quit pumping gas and hopped in my Jeep to escape.

I would let this go, but it's not the first time this kind of thing has happened. Rarely am I ever hit on by guys my age. I am told on pretty much a daily basis that I look 17, maybe 18. Yet, I seem to specifically attract 40 plus men wearing wedding rings. ICKY!

Am I doing something to warrant this attention? Seriously.

Foreseeable Disappointment

I'm pretty sure I'm well into good movie withdrawal. It was all Wall-E and Batman, and now what? A visit to the theatre isn't necessary for a good weekend, but I am spoiled.

At this point my movie choosing privileges have been revoked anyway. I forced my husband to take me to Tropic Thunder, rather than the animated Star Wars thingy(which I do want to see, just not in the theatre). Todd didn't like it. He laughed at certain parts, but was overall disappointed.

I thought it was hilarious and semi-awe inspiring. I admit, I had to ignore a lot of, what I like to call, teenage boy lingo. Omitting all that, it was ingenious! It had an awesome cast and Tom Cruise made fun of Scientology. Can it get much better?

Anyhow, I know I'm going to get the urge to go to a movie this weekend. I'll look it up. Nothing good will be showing. I'll be bummed.

I'll be foaming at the mouth by the time that new terminator thing comes out(with Christian Bale!). Not to mention Tim Burton's version of Alice in Wonderland, and the next Batman(both POSSIBLY starring Johnny Depp!).

Joy.

Late As Usual

I have a condition. It's chronic lateness. Seriously. Is there a support group for this? I need help. It doesn't matter what time I go to bed. I can NOT get up on time.

In my sleepy stupor I manage to beat my alarm clock into submission. It stops attempting to wake me, after several attempts on it's little electronic life, and I sweetly drift back into dream land.

This morning Johnny Depp and I were painting a house together. Sort of watching the paint dry, drinking lemonade and listening to Bob Dylan. I know. Sexy dreamer, right? I blame these strangely unsteamy dreams on articles I've read recently. Something about Mr. Depp and a short film on "Watching Paint Dry".

Then Bob, our silky rooster started crowing his head off. He is of course not within reach to clobber. So, I have no choice but to let Johnny watch the paint dry alone.

I was late as usual this fine day, but my coworkers were later! So, my lateness goes unnoticed. Glee!

Cousin Johnny!

Often times I battle the thought that my mother is completely insane. Very often, actually. Sometimes she surprises me with shocking clarity, but other times...not-so-much.

Not long ago she caught a glimpse of a magazine I'd bought. Seeing a photo of a scruffy Johnny Depp-the reason I bought said magazine-she chuckled a little as she told me that he looked just like my father. To which I absent-mindedly told her to bite her tongue.

Blasphemy! The most attractive man on the planet looks like my alcoholic father?! What say you?!

She still insisted. She laughed and went on about how Mr. Depp is prettier, but that as he gets older he really looks like my Dad. Blah Blah Blah...

So, I was thinking she's forgotten what this old Dad o' mine looks like. Even though I must admit that I haven't seen much of him during my 26 years. Our estranged relationship continues, but I still think I remember what he looks like. For goodness sakes-this is my father we're talking about here-you crazy old coot!

Well, today, I see this photo.


Shut my mouth. At his fuzziest, he really does look like my father! I'm not sure if I should puke or not. I mean, they say girls are attracted to men like their fathers and all, but come on! If I had a digital photo of my Dad, I would SO show you, and you too could see the weirdness. Next time I'm in Kentucky or he's down here, I'll get one.

That's another thing(going out on a limb here-completely not possible).^__^ What if I've been madly in love with my Cousin Johnny all these years?! Since 21 Jump Street and Cry Baby?! The history of my Dad's side of the family hasn't exactly been made clear to me. All I know is I'm from Kentucky/Indiana/Florida, I'm part Cherokee and from a figuratively gypsy family.

John Christopher Depp II was born not too far from where I was-in Kentucky. He's part Cherokee, much like myself. And I can't prove it, but I think his family belonged to the same group of gypsies that mine did!!

The evidence is undeniable, my friends. Fortunately the fates have kept us apart, as not to allow the incest that inevitably would have come from our crossing paths.

Johnny Depp & Kermit

I've asked this before and I'll ask it again! Can anyone tell me, beyond the obvious physical/mental attraction, why I'm head over heals for these two? They're both twice my age, one's married with children and I'm HAPPILY MARRIED!! Why can't I move on?!