to think of cinnamon, and long for you

[aruan]

Apparently, the Austin Powers movies are the new Halloween tradition - first TBS, then VH1. I didn't have a tape to put in so I blew off the gym to watch the second movie, and yep, just as bad as I remembered. Although, to be fair, it wouldn't be nearly as so without Heather Graham, who sure looks pretty but hasn't got a single cell to her entire constitution that can act or deliver a line with any meaning. Especially unfortunate since these movies call for a lot of overdramatic and ironic delivery.

When Staci's parents came up last weekend, they left Halloween goodie bags for all of us, which she gave out this morning. Stickers and fake bugs and a pumpkinful of confetti but most importantly, candy enough to make it seem we'd trick-or-treated for an hour and hit up only the best houses on the block. I really appreciated the gesture, since I love Halloween but was really not feeling social enough for the big soiree some acquaintances threw last night and hadn't invested in a costume.

I took in an orphaned pumpkin tonight. It was sitting in the grass right in front of a freakish stroke of luck of a parking space in the lot next to our building when walkingshadow and I got back from Publix. Yes, Halloween is over tonight, but I couldn't just leave it there! It's a perfectly round-faced, good-sized pumpkin, sitting there without a home or celebration to be a part of. Out of season or not, I couldn't have that.

Of course the first year I don't schelp my copies of Edward Scissorhands and Nightmare Before Christmas with me, Miranda decides she wants to see both. *sigh* I really have no excuse for not making with the times and getting them on DVD, being as they are two of my favorite movies ever. Next weekend. Next weekend I'll use my free Blockbuster rentals and bake pumpkin pie and we'll do this holiday right.

I don't understand the fascination with Brad Pitt in Interview with the Vampire. Can I tell you how he's only ever barely existed in that movie for me and how profoundly in love I was with Tom Cruise, even for a very long time afterward? Yeah.

When Miranda and I saw Closer as a play at the Hippodrome, it featured music by Bjork, but I get the feeling that my current music, from the previews for the movie version with Jude Law, will become its theme in no time at all. A beautiful, haunting piece. Do remind me to make a real music post already.

Quote of the Day:

"Do you like Starbucks coffee?"
- walkingshadow

[ETA: Jesse in a fishnet shirt and makeup, you say? Now I can call it a night. Mmm. Pleasant dreams, all.]

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[plumsnickety.livejournal.com]

Pumpkins are season at least until Thanksgiving. That's my rule. *nods firmly*

how profoundly in love I was with Tom Cruise

I know there was a lot of controversy, but I love his Lestat. I went opening night to see it, and his performance is the one reason I still love that movie. He's just a big ol' queen and I love him for it.

[amyshaped.livejournal.com]

[ETA: Jesse in a fishnet shirt and makeup, you say? Now I can call it a night. Mmm. Pleasant dreams, all.]

Weh? I must know the details behind this.

[embitca.livejournal.com]

I don't understand the fascination with Brad Pitt in Interview with the Vampire. Can I tell you how he's only ever barely existed in that movie for me and how profoundly in love I was with Tom Cruise, even for a very long time afterward? Yeah.

I'm so with you on this! Plus, Louis is just a totally boring and thankless character to play. Tom Cruise had the better part and he really revelled in it.

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

Excellent. I will do a Google image search to get carving ideas, then look up a recipe for making pumpkin pie with the non-canned stuff and do right by my new charge.

I only heard about the controversy much, much later. I was maybe in the sixth grade when I saw it on HBO, and humminah. Much of it was lost on me despite the fact that I made it a point to watch it approximately 23583250237523 times, then once more a few months ago. Holy fuck, but with the homoeroticism! I mean, there was always something that made me not want to watch it in front of my parents, something else about it that I couldn't quite put my finger on, which is OMGtehGAY that is Lestat.

I was beyond crushed to learn that Tom Cruise didn't have a flowing mane of blond hair. Crushed. And as an aside, he followed my ginormous crush on David Bowie in Labyrinth. It's all so funny in retrospect.

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

Yes! He's a whiny, uninspired character whereas Tom Cruise seemed like he was having an absolute ball, just like Lestat does in the books. They both played their parts well, but Louis is the vampiric turn-of-the-century equivalent of a philosophy-majoring Goth who probably sits around slitting his wrists and watching them heal right back up again, whereas Lestat is the one still fucking high-school cheerleaders and football players alike and being too smart to fail despite never going to class. There's a reason why I wade through Anne Rice's writing for more of him.

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

*g* Don't know if my friend has had a chance to post about going to the WeHo Carnaval last night, but yeah, she and a couple of her friends ran into Jesse and his boyposse of two. She said he recognized her, totally possible as they've met - actually met, not danced near in a smoky club or glimpsed at Challenge - twice and he's met one of her friends once, too, and was wearing eyeliner and a tight mesh shirt. That boy, man. Not much more to tell though, as the crowd was insane and they were heading in opposite directions, but what a treat.

[plumsnickety.livejournal.com]

Oh, how I heart that picture of Lance. *swoons*

Okay, it's a little scary because I *drove* to that opening night. Egads. I always seem to forget how far we're apart in age.

Anyway, I read the book my freshman year (still have it, complete with little chick sticker b/c I read it around Easter) and was thought of us as "cool" and "mature" for doing so. I'd just roll my eyes and snicker as Lestat sucked some poor yappy dog dry. But my friend Jon, the one that everyone thinks is gay, grabbed the book one day and read the back cover because he spied "erotic" in the text. He was mildly shocked to discover it was actually "homoerotic". Hee. I will never, ever forget the look on his face.

So yes, it's soooooo gay, and wonderfully so at that.

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

Lance and that mile-long scarf shaking it with Nelly was a grand event indeed. He just looked so fucking happy all weekend. He's so sweetly earnest about being Hollywood, it makes my teeth ache. In the best way, of course.

Heh. It's not *that* drastic a difference - I'm old for where I am school-wise because of missing the cutoff date. *shrug* Doesn't really matter anyway - some of my best times have been with people significantly older than you, so whatever, you know?

I about died when I heard it was based on a book, and that there were more. There were unbecoming noises when I found The Vampire Lestat in my best friend's house's linen/book closet. My writing has been forever corrupted by the neo-Gothic romance prose, and really, they were meant to be read at that age because I read Memnoch just this past summer and, uhm, that wasn't terribly well-written, now was it? Your friend is cute. Homoeroticism! It is the new black - the rest of the world just took a little longer than the rest of us to realize it.