Watchmen Stuff

I was just lying here feeling gross and googling WATCHMEN, since I spent most of the day reading it in between bouts of sickness, when I came across this comment on another blog, which is so fucking brilliant I wish I'd written it: 

"I thought the point of Watchmen was that superheroes are totally awesome, like, even more than ninjas, pirates and zombies put together and that smart people are crazy and want to kill us. And that sex in superhero costumes is wicked sweet."

The 'point' of things, is of course, subjective. People can and have written long tomes on the symbolism and metaphors of the work. On one level, that's what I spent my college career doing, so I support that. On the other hand, picking apart books and movies and comic can sometimes detract from the work itself. And the point of WATCHMEN is, ultimately, that it's a goddamn good story with great characters.

I'm rambling. Apologies all around.
- LV

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And In Other News...

I am so hungover that the room is wobbling, and I'm typing this through squinted eyes with a sou stomach that burns. My friend Esse kept buying me drinks, because I lack money. The upside is I left the house with twenty bucks, and returned with twenty bucks. The downside is if someone keeps buying you drinks, you sort of have to drink them. It's just rude otherwise.

And there's a rat/mouse hybrid in my apartment. A huge fucker, but possibly not full-on rat. It's a mat. Or a rouse. Or the roaches have finally evolved to ENORMOUS FUCKING SIZES. I don't know. My glasses weren't on.

This isn't one of the cute mice I caught and released. This is an evil bastard with NO SOUL. When it lunged at one point, I got the supreme delight of enacting a cliche, and jumped on a chair and screeched for several seconds.

I am sitting on my bed with my shoes on and my glasses clean and on my face. I still feel too dizzy and nauseous and vile to get up, but a dose of animalistic terror really does clear the head. I'll probably hide up here until I see it again, or a half an hour passes and I finish my bottle of water. Then I'll go for a walk. That about sums up what I can handle today. 

Maybe no drinking for a few days. Too much celebration for me. I am a party pooper.

In other news, I need to stop compulsively downloading music.

Crud. Now I need to go to the bathroom. Dare I trek to the lavatory, knowing such a fearsome beast is watching my every move, plotting my demise? To be continued...

- LV

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A Second Blog

I started another blog just for reviews of stuff. It's called the The Fangirl Review. It has nothing on it right now except an introductory post, but it will as soon as I get out of this funk and write something.

Trying to download the IRON MAN soundtrack.

I also added a Last.FM widget embeded thingy.

- LV

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HumDrum Updates

I've been in Jersey for nearly a week now, so if my creepy neighbors broke into my apartment and did terrible, terrible things to my stuff, I still don't know.

I was planning on heading home today, but my parents are insisting we all sit down and have A Talk about My Future, And When I'm Going To Stop Mooching Money.

The problem is, I don't know. I never get the jobs I apply for because either A) I'm totally unqualified and really have no business being interviewed at all, or B) I'm totally qualified, but someone out there is even more qualified, and probably fellated several people on their way to the office.

And I don't really know what I want to do. I want to write, yes, but I can never think up any good ideas. I want to review movies and books, and be several famous people's personal assistant. I would be a great agent or publicist or editor. The problem? No idea how to get those jobs.

I'm going to have to move, I suspect. I can't afford my apartment, and New York City is slowly beating me to death. I love it, but maybe a location change would do me some good. I don't really know. Job hunting sucks.

It's cold and wet and rainy, and I want to just lie here and read. But I will be a good, productive member of society, and just send out more useless job resumes instead.

At least I get to see my friend Kay on Friday, when she comes in to graduate. It's rough when all your best friends live in different states. I protest this chain of events.
- LV

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Two Months Of Silence

I know, I know, I've been remiss in my blogging (is anybody still out there?)

*insert echoing noise in empty, huge white hallway*

Suffice it to say, I've had a very busy, wonderful, awful, fun, tragic two months, and I'm exhausted. I also haven't felt the need to write, due to all the joy and horror. Too much, if that makes sense. But a few points (good ones, not bad. I don't share bad).

* I saw NEIL GAIMAN read, which was pretty damn cool, although saying hi to MIKE MIGNOLA was much more ass-kicking.
* I've written over 200 pages of my book. It may suck, but damn if it isn't going to get finished.
* I've lost nearly 50 pounds (not in the past two months - since last year), and have gone from a size 12 to a 2 or a 4.
* I'm still unemployed, and have come to loathe job interviews intensely.

I've decreed this week to be TV Turnoff Week For Elle, because I can actually recite some FOOD NETWORK episodes from memory. But I'm still going to watch HOUSE & GOSSIP GIRL. I refuse to give those up. Bite me.

Incidentally, the movie IRON MAN (which I was worried was going to suck ass) was the equivalent of 100 howling orgasms of pure goodness. IRON MAN has always been my favorite superhero, and ROBERT DOWNEY, JR is God. I have proof. You can't see it.

I'm off to coffee with a friend, then to send out an assload of resumes, then to write.
- LV

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Too Short A Post

Back, had an amazing time, too tired for a long post.

Was sick in Paris, a different sick when I got home, and am now trying to recover, get back to writing, see all my friends, and find a job. Busy girl...

THE DARK KNIGHT looks amazing. I'm really looking forward to it, although I wonder how I'll react to seeing HEATH LEDGER on the big screen. I cried when I caught some of 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU on cable a few weeks ago.

Very tired. I've been going to bed before midnight. It's weird waking up at six or seven without an alarm, but kind of nice. The days seem longer, in a good way.

Incidentally, if you nearly faint in a Duane Reade because of a 101.6 fever, the employees will forever look at you strangely when you come in. So, you know, try not to do that.
- LV

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Learn To Fly

All my bags are packed, and I'm ready to go...

My dad is picking me up in 20 minutes. We're seeing relatives in Queens before he drops me off at the airport for my flight tonight.

I've already cried twice in 24 hours out of pure, abject, stinky fear. I stayed up until around 4 in the morning watching old episodes of ANGEL, which I find very soothing (I made it from season 2 to partway through season 3, for those interested).

I am, to put it mildly, a very bad flier. My friend who I'm meeting is also not answering her phone.

But I have my notebooks to write in, my fully charged iPod to listen to, and two books to read (NEUROMANCER by WILLIAM GIBSON and REAPER MAN by TERRY PRATCHETT) to keep me occupied. And medication that will reportedly keep me sightly calmer.

I will be back on the 14th of March. I probably won't be able to post (hold back the tears! be strong!), but I'll try to write something to confirm I'm still breathing.

And maybe I'll post some pictures too.

Taking Deep Breaths & Focusing On The Not Panic,
- LV

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