In ur still lifez, wreakin’ havoc.
This one is starting to smell like tropical drinks and the pineapple is sagging. Hope I finish before it collapses/ becomes filled with bugs/ or some other horror.
Sometimes we receive bizarre things from Netflix.
Japon
An artist arrives at a remote Mexican village intending to commit suicide. Instead, he develops an unusual relationship with Aspen, the elderly woman who gives him lodging. Together with Ferretis, Flores and one, uh, sexually obsessed horse, director Carlos Reygadas creates a ruggedly beautiful portrait of rural Mexico (with the mountain landscape serving as the main character).
To recap:
– empty threats of suicide from drama queen
– sexual tension with grannies and horses
– innovative character development
– rugged beauty
– movie name (Japon=Japan) apparently unconnected to story
Who could ask for anything more?
Today was overcast and warm, a strange combination for southern California, where clouds typically bring frightening cold (60s). Fate and a desire for vintage cowboy boots brought us to Ocean Beach, full of antique stores and stoners, and where the palm lined streets run straight at the vast gray Pacific (usually blue).
There was a pear shaped 30something man outside Starbucks. He wore full hipster regalia including beard and eyeglasses, as well as shorts with socks. He was trying to pick up chicks with his cute dog.
And failing.
Lady: What a CUTE DOG! (squats to cuddle the slobbering hellbeast)
Man: Thanks! He has really bad gas though. It is eggs and hot dogs. Gives him gas. Hard boiled especially. When I want to piss my mom off I feed him hard boiled eggs and hot dogs.
At this point we passed out of earshot, but I think I had heard enough.
So, ladies, let’s recap what we have learned here.
1. This guy lives with his mom, with whom he has a relationship full of bizarre tensions. He deals with this situation in a disturbingly passive aggressive manner.
2. His superficially cute dog is actually disgusting, and so is he.
3. This guy has no game.
I am shocked and repulsed by the (sudden?) gourmet marshmallow trend. Available at Whole Foods and instructions in Martha Stewart Living for doing it at home. Flavored with rose water, Meyer lemon, lavender, green tea, cognac, vanilla, enrobed in noble dark chocolate. No.
How can this be?
One minute everything was normal. Marshmallows came in giant bags that cost a dollar and went into down home desserts that nobody wanted to eat.
Now everything is crazy and I don’t like it.