I see Antichrist has premiered in the US.

YOU SHOULD ALL GO SEE THIS FILM!

Seriously, if you're as crazy about analyzing shit as I am, you'll love it. There's just so much depth and symbolism in everything, it's almost overwhelming. The acting is incredible and the cinematography is stunning.

The misogyny, you ask? Yeah, well, maybe. But as Trier himself points out, just because this one lady is evil, doesn't mean he thinks all women are evil.

The gore, you ask? The film is pretty damn gross the last fifteen minutes, yes, but Willem Dafoe had already scared me shitless with all his psychological crap at that point, so a bit of gore felt nice.

Oh, and it's graphic. The sex and sadism is, I mean.

Go see it, now.

I'm watching the Finance Committee Health Care Vote live, and there's really not much voting yet. It's been four hours...

But, I've developed quite a boredom!boner for John Kerry during the last twenty minutes. Man, he is so boring, not to mention long-winded, and yet I still love him. I don't know why.

Thomas has decided that it's too much of a hassle to go down to the gym to work out, so he's lifting weights in the living room.

Naked.

Because... I have no idea why.

EDIT: MSNBC's live-feed is great. Should be showing Obama giving speech by now, in actuality showing Rahm inside the Oval Office, from the beautiful voyeur perspective of a camera hidden in the bushes.

Lend me your ears, and I'll sing you a ( tweet )

LoudTwitter works again, yay! So now I'll pull the formatting apart, because I want you to read these now.

• 17:15 New guy started at work today. He looks like Sam Winchester. A lot. Cannot stop staring. Those cheekbones are just amazing. #
• 17:17 Until proven otherwise, I will assume that New Guy indeed is Sam Winchester. Undercover. Yes, work just got a lot more interesting. #

Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter

It gets better. After a lot of ogling, I decided to go for it and went to tell him that it was time for our break. And then, in the cafeteria, yours truly did something she never, ever, did before: went over and sat at his table, because he was all alone, introduced myself, and struck up a conversation, which continued effortlessly for half an hour.

Hell yeah!

I'm totally in love (you know, in a silly girlish way, not in a 'leave my boyfriend for him' kind of way). He is funny and friendly, and undeniably gorgeous. He's got the most beautiful jawline, and as I tweeted: cheekbones. And he's intelligent. And he likes me.

I'd hit it so hard, you'd become king of England if you pulled me out again.

Ahem, sorry, got sidetracked a bit.

Unfortunately, he is not Sam Winchester. But he sure as hell looks just like him.

Actually, it's probably a good thing that he isn't Sam, because, you know... vampires, demons, poltergeists, ghost... Work sucks as it is, it doesn't need demonic possessions added to the mix.

It finally happened, as we all knew it would. It just didn't think it would be this soon, you know?

My laptop has died. DOA. While I was in London, strangely enough. You'd figure it couldn't break itself beyond fixing while it's *turned off*. But apparently, that is not the case.

You can still turn it on, but it adapts a very retro 'Windows 96' look, and it certainly won't connect to the internet. Luckily, files can be salvaged.

So I'm borrowing boyfriend's computer while we consider what to buy me. I'm looking at this Packard Bell laptop, which has got a 15.4" screen, 4 GB RAM, 500 GB harddisk and a AMD Athlon X2 processor. It costs $765 (540 euro), something the retailer tells me is 'crazy cheap'. I don't know, is it?

Thomas is willing to borrow me the money, so I guess we'll buy it, unless somebody can tell me that this computer would totally suck.

Oh, yay, London. Uh, had a migraine all day, am a bit too tired to talk about it. Actually, I am still too tired from walking all over London, to even go to work, as I discovered yesterday. I swear, I only got called in for five and a half hours, I could barely walk home.

This was the breaking news headline on DrudgeReport:

ROBERT D. NOVAK DEAD... DEVELOPING...

What more does he expect will happen? OMG, Drudge has confirmed the vampire rumours! Or even worse, it's a zombie apocalypse!

Finally Drudge managed to get a scoop. Haven't seen that in a while...

Oh dear me.

Our favourite AU villain has died.

This is a dark day. Now who will send zombies after Carville, or run elaborate crime syndicates for Tucker to bring down? Who will Ann Coulter work for?

Fucking hell, I just remembered I have a 'Novak' tag. How weird is that? What do I even have that for?

Anyways, it's a little bit sad. I mean, I'd gladly line up with the rest to piss on his grave, but I guess there were probably a lot of people who liked him, and that's why it's still kinda sad.

Everybody should go read the comments on Wonkette, because they are hilarious.

Last words: “Tell Begala that... I'll love him... always...

That's a creepy new pairing I don't even wanna think about. Nice work, random person who is even more sick than I am.

Worse hell for Novak:

1) Sitting at a desk with nothing but James Carville and his insults for all eternity, with no exits to storm off the stage through.

Or!

2) Stuck in traffic next to a huge lineup of unsuspecting bicycle riders, but the cars just won't MOVE!

I think we know which it'll be XD

There's also a link to this, which is great. We should all remember Novak just like this.

RIP, Douchebag of Liberty.

Because terl_girl said I should...



The perfect match, I feel.

( Three more... )

On an unrelated note, I feel like crap, and I have to be at work in two hours. Joy!

Somebody is shooting a music video just across from the canal separating my residence hall from the University. So, a 100 feet from me, perhaps. A little vehicle is driving past, with a guy on it, miming to a song that's playing loudly from a semi-crappy stereo, while a guy with a camera, on the same vehicle, films him. Hand-held camera, I should point out. The singer has got a black faux hawk, the hawk-y bit dyed bright red. He's wearing a black leather jacket and black skinny jeans. The music is typically emo. His movements and gesturing fit the music.

How does all the bicycles, some with children's seats on them, parked along their route, fit in? I do not know.

EDIT: Here they come past again. Very amusing. If I had a soft gun, now would be the time for target practice ;) (I kid, I kid...)

I was going through rionaleonhart's recent entries, and then I accidentally made this:


Your're right, they do suit each other.

And now I have the strangest urge to make tons of Pokémon manips... Shakespeare with Pokémons, perhaps? Some more Prison Break? Pundits? So many choices.

Damn you, Riona, this was going to be my 'Actual Productivity' Day. You know, laundry, cleaning, planning my birthday party tomorrow.

I dreamt that Tucker was gonna be on the Daily Show and when I woke up, I was all happy and bouncy for half an hour, before I realized, just now, that it was most definitely a dream.

Sometimes I genuinely have difficulty distinguishing dreams and memories, it's troubling.

Somebody, in a room quite near ours, has been listening to loud music, with their window open, every day, for as long as I've been back here. The music covers the pop-bases, Britney, Mika, Coldplay, Michael Jackson.

Right now it's Lady Gaga's 'Love Game', which I happen to like very much.

Ah, there's the answer. S/he seems to be listening to The Voice FM. Makes sense then.

Anyways, the point of this post:

Last night, I made Thomas, Mr Homophobe (aka Mister 'I Get Nauseous Watching Kissing/Sex Scenes in Brokeback Mountain') , watch Breakfast on Pluto with me. Not only did he like it, he was willing to admit that, on a purely objective level, mind you (!), if he did not know that Cillian Murphy was, in fact, a man, he would find Kitten very attractive. Which is Straight Guy Talk for 'Damn, I'd fuck Cillian Murphy in women's clothes, what is wrong with me?!'

Sure, it might be helped by the fact that Kitten never even kisses a man, which seems to be Thomas' main objection to any film, the 'Man Kissing'...

I'd forgotten how much I love Cillian Murphy as Kitten. He is just so unbelievably beautiful, with those perfect curls and the big blue-green eyes, that ridiculously svelte body of his... I'm considering going blond and bob-curly, to imitate his look by the end of the narrative. Dark-blonde.

A Snape/Harry fanvid set to ABBA's 'When I Kissed the Teacher'. Greatest thing on the internet, possibly?

Which reminds me, I've got tickets for Half-Blood Prince saturday night at ten. Thomas and I are going to dinner first, and then to see that. Best way possible to celebrate six months as a couple, I reckon.

Some times, The Internet best sums up my life: The day I turn on LoudTwitter, to carry my Roskilde Festival Tweets to you all, LoudTwitter crashes and burns.

I believe the word I'm looking for is 'bugger'.

Anyways, this is a picture post! No Roskilde in it (okay, a lie, but barely), because I can't be bothered right now to tell you how stupidly hot and sunny it was, how cute Lily Allen was, how awesome Coldplay was, or how loud the crowd could sing along with Pet Shop Boys. (I can't decide whether their 'Go West' or Oasis' 'Wonderwall' was the loudest sing-along moment of the festival. Lily Allen performed on a smaller stage, but damn, we could sing 'Fuck You' like nothing else mattered... And what about 'Viva La Vida', that was impressive too. It's gotta be a draw between all of 'em.)

( First, pictures of the people waiting in line for Refund at my beer tent at Roskilde. Luckily, I was not working that day. Because I would break down, just seeing how many people were waiting in line... )

( Sis' graduation, Thomas and me, mostly.... )

( I was catching up with Top Gear, and I noticed that I wasn't the only one. Genuine, focused, attention, I'm telling you. For several minutes. Maybe the kitten felt compelled by the slash (It's right around the 'Captain Slow was bringing up the rear... Hoping to take me from behind... And then press home his advantage and take Jeremy in the tunnel' bit)... )

( And finally, something for Julia. Hi, Julia! You lovable Deadhead... )

( ETA: Did I ever post this from Halloween? )

I'll copy-paste my Roskilde Tweets later.

ETA, part two: A belated birthday to ladybella! How did I forget that, I ask you?

We have managed to pretty much move all our junk into the new room, which, by the way, is a dirty dump. We are so gonna complain about the state of it, the bathroom is disgusting and there might be some fungus too. Yuck. The kitchen cabinet smells like curry and has huge yellow stains on the shelves. And we have to do something about the bedroom, which is totally bare. I'm thinking about buying lots of dark red, slightly transparent fabric, and hanging it from the lamp-wires on the ceiling, make a kind of tent around the bed. Would make it more homey.

The entire iTunes Top 10 Albums is still occupied by Michael Jackson. Apparently, the best way to boost your record sales is by dying. What a pity.

Okay, Roskilde coming up! I'm super excited this year, going to live in a tent for the first time, like a proper festival-goer. Let's look at the plan, shall we? Essentials are bolded.

Thursday: Lucy Love
Volbeat
Trentemøller

Friday: Faith No More (Because supposedly that is a must-watch)
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds (I never realized they were so awesome before I downloaded Murder Ballads. They are fucking ace.)
Oasis (You're my wondeeeeerwaaaaaaaalll!!!)
Grace Jones
Nine Inch Nails (Hell yeah, gonna badass)
Röyksopp (If I can take any more, they go on at 2.00 AM)

Saturday: Balstyrko
And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
Tim Christensen
Oh No Ono
Håkan Hellström
Lily Allen
Pet Shop Boys

Promised to cover an hour of Camilla's work-shift Saturday night, so she can see SlipKnot, which I will then be missing, but I owe her one for finding some guy to cover my own shift that night, so I can watch Pet Shop Boys)

Sunday: Peter Doherty (Because I want to see him in the flesh)
The Whitest Boy Alive
I'm From Barcelona (that's a Swedish pop-group, with 29 members...)
Coldplay

The weather will be mostly sunny and extremely hot, with small chances of a tiny bit of rain on two out of eight days.

I'm a happy, happy camper.

I just tranferred $3000 off my account, a new deposit for the student residence, leaving about $100 left for food this month. Well, half the 3000 belonged to Thomas, and we'll be getting it back once our old rooms have been inspected and our old deposits paid out.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. We're moving in together in the double room the Chinese exchange students just moved out of. So basically we're moving ten and twenty feet respectively.

But yeah, we're moving in together.

XD

If we should take away only one piece of eternal wisdom from last night's Eurovision Song Contest, it should be this:

Having an, admittedly, gorgeous-looking Dita Von Teese show up on stage during your show will get you absolute nowhere. Tough luck, Germany. I kinda loved your song, and I was unspoiled for the show, so Dita was a very pleasant surprise. Yeah, I squealed. It's a pity even Denmark got more points.

Speaking of, Denmark was totally robbed. Hell, a song written by Ronan Keating, a singer coached by Ronan Keating, and performing as Ronan Keating, and we come in fucking 13th?

Iceland was really good, she was dash pretty and she could sing.

I've got a real girl-boner for Balkan rhythms, so Moldova, Azerbaijan and Turkey were actually favourites of mine. Armenia... I guess the song was okay, but I was complete distracted by the stage show that didn't match the song at all.

Damn, listening to Turkey again, it is really catchy.

I've heard better from Greece, but maybe it'll grow on me.

Portugal was so fucking cute.

United Kingdom finally turned up with a person who could sing, but it just wasn't... catchy enough. Classy though. Way too classy for Eurovision.

Finally, I've been listening to Norway's song over and over again, and now it's finally beginning to grow on me. I do love me some fiddle.

I actually kept my boyfriend up till past midnight to watch this garbage, the day before one of his martial arts seminars. I'm an awful, awful person.

There are two important questions on my mind today.

1. The Roskilde Festival is coming up. Should I go back on my promise to never join Twitter, in order to keep you all updated on the festivities? And, more importantly, to keep a record of it, because I'm sure to forget half of what happens if I don't write it down. Y/N?

2. I just visited MSNBC's website, and since when does Mika hover, tiny and petite, behind Joe Scarborough in the top bar? Did she demand representation? If she gets to be there, however inferior she's portrayed, what about Willie? I just noticed, they actually added a shadow to her picture, like Joe is casting a shadow over her. Maybe I should have picked gender studies for my minor after all, this could be analyzed...