Inescapable.
The Queer Film Festival over at Fed Square turned out to be a bit of a disappointment after all that hype. At $11 a ticket, Inescapable was riddled with cheesy lines and bad acting, and even the gratituous 5 (yes, five) sex scenes squished within 80 minutes did little to save the flailing acting. We just barely made it for Girl Play later in the evening after not having been able to purchase tickets, braving instead the massive standby queue where the leftover limited "Gold Ticket" seats were resold 5 minutes into starting time. It really was quite a nail-biting experience since the film was apprently quite in demand, and we had number 39 and they stopped at 40...
The actual flick turned out to be not quite what we expected, but was nonetheless better than Inescapable, which was essentially a waste of time and money. Both soundtracks were awesome though, and anyone who has yet to sample Minga's orgasmalicious sounds is much encouraged to click here for more info, and here for longer samples ("Good" and "Perfectly" are musts!). As an aside, anyone who has a lot of cash on their hands and/or is just feeling generous is also more than welcome to share the love... :x
It also struck me, as I stood waiting in the foyer right in the heart of gay central for A to come out (pun, pun), that I never, ever want to end up like one of the many who thronged the foyer after the earlier screening (read: overweight, saggy-titted flat-topped dykes in their 30/40/50s), and that anyone reading this who still knows me at that point of time is free to bitchslap some sense into me. Up-close the alternative lifestyle no longer seems to possess the shiny gloss it once did, and while yours truly still very much revels in the greedy joys of having her cake and eating it, I don't really see myself loitering on this side of the circle for very much longer... still, there was a cute chick with dark, cropped hair and gorgeous eyes across the room at night...
Dinner at Chocolate Buddha (what a cute name) after was, in a nutshell, disappointing. My hotate don turned out to be laden with both msg and gluten, and the ginger-oyster sauce glaze thing left an aftertaste so offensive that I made a mental to never, ever step out of the house without Airwaves again (which, turns out when I got back, were in my pocket all the time).
Heaps of work due over the next week: 100-106website, article, and project proposal, and 100-311 project writeup... and it's already Sunday...
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I thought self-defense mechanisms were supposed to prevent you from getting hurt.
The Queer Film Festival over at Fed Square turned out to be a bit of a disappointment after all that hype. At $11 a ticket, Inescapable was riddled with cheesy lines and bad acting, and even the gratituous 5 (yes, five) sex scenes squished within 80 minutes did little to save the flailing acting. We just barely made it for Girl Play later in the evening after not having been able to purchase tickets, braving instead the massive standby queue where the leftover limited "Gold Ticket" seats were resold 5 minutes into starting time. It really was quite a nail-biting experience since the film was apprently quite in demand, and we had number 39 and they stopped at 40...
The actual flick turned out to be not quite what we expected, but was nonetheless better than Inescapable, which was essentially a waste of time and money. Both soundtracks were awesome though, and anyone who has yet to sample Minga's orgasmalicious sounds is much encouraged to click here for more info, and here for longer samples ("Good" and "Perfectly" are musts!). As an aside, anyone who has a lot of cash on their hands and/or is just feeling generous is also more than welcome to share the love... :x
It also struck me, as I stood waiting in the foyer right in the heart of gay central for A to come out (pun, pun), that I never, ever want to end up like one of the many who thronged the foyer after the earlier screening (read: overweight, saggy-titted flat-topped dykes in their 30/40/50s), and that anyone reading this who still knows me at that point of time is free to bitchslap some sense into me. Up-close the alternative lifestyle no longer seems to possess the shiny gloss it once did, and while yours truly still very much revels in the greedy joys of having her cake and eating it, I don't really see myself loitering on this side of the circle for very much longer... still, there was a cute chick with dark, cropped hair and gorgeous eyes across the room at night...
Dinner at Chocolate Buddha (what a cute name) after was, in a nutshell, disappointing. My hotate don turned out to be laden with both msg and gluten, and the ginger-oyster sauce glaze thing left an aftertaste so offensive that I made a mental to never, ever step out of the house without Airwaves again (which, turns out when I got back, were in my pocket all the time).
Heaps of work due over the next week: 100-106
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I thought self-defense mechanisms were supposed to prevent you from getting hurt.
thus spoke Noelle at 3/19/2005 10:21:00 PM
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