Anyway, we had a concert this weekend in Illinois. I thought
it was at a place called the Carl Sagan College, which would
have been awesome, but it was actually the Carl Sandburg College,
which is named for the author of such riveting works as
(no, I'm not kidding).
Every time I go to Illinois, I'm reminded of why everyone from
Illinois comes up to northern Wisconsin and rides jet skis annoyingly
around our lakes all summer. Illiniois is really flat and ugly,
guys. I'm sorry. And it smells funny. I know y'all have Chicago,
and that's cool, but your state looks pretty much like someone
tried to terraform Mercury but got bored halfway through and
so just planted a bunch of crabgrass.
But Carl Sandburg College was neato. It looked kinda like a
high school, but your
type of high school.
Like a charter school. And the audience was enthusiastic, although
I supposed you'd have to be to go see a folk orchestra on a
Saturday night. Not that we're not awesome, 'cuz we are, yes
sir.
tell you a whole bunch about folk music now,
but I think instead you should just go rent
Also: Thank all of you for your well-wishes and congratulation
about my getting into Teach for America! I'm super super excited.
I've got a big long post about it, but I should probably proofread
it before I post it, and right now all I want to do is sleep.
So tune in tomorrow! For now, let's just say that, starting
this summer, you'll be hearing about my adventures in a land
even more alien to me than St. Petersburg ever was: Texas.
Sunday,
April 18, 2004
Standardization for Paul Bettany's Hotness
a
special guest post by Jessie, debate maven
Proposal: Paul Bettany Should Not Be Hot, but He Is.
1)P.B. has a complexion that greatly resembles that of an
albino, but this is offset with freckles.
2)P.B. appears to have an eating disorder that causes him
to appear emaciated.
3)P.B. has poor posture and does nothing to emphasize his
lofty inches. Learn to love your height, man!
4)He appears to have no concept of personal hygiene, and as
such is always in need of a proper haircut and a bath.
5)He constantly squints, and has a shifty look about him.
So,
6)His physical quirks add up to a man that defies conventional
hotness, based solely on his physical traits.
7)Appears to have overcome his addiction to heroin, but has
replaced it with a pot habit.
8)Has no qualms about appearing stupid in any of his roles,
and is okay with being a figment of Russell Crowe's imagination
(although, who wouldn't be?) (See:
A Beautiful Mind)
9)Has embraced the Ewan school of perpetual nakedness. This
should be in his contract, if it is not already.
10)Jessica likes men who are comfortable digging up dead bodies.
And who know what rigor mortis is. (See:
The Reckoning)
11)Has a raw sexuality that transcends all bounds. He is capable
of embracing both standard eroticism and homeroticism.
12)Posesses actual acting talent, somethign that is all too
rare in Hollywood pretty boys.
13)Plays Lindz and Jessica's beloved book character, Dr. Stephen
Maturin. (See:
Master and Commander: The Far Side of the
World)
14)Is symmetrical, at least, which makes him fit a certain
standard of attractiveness.
15)British accents and the ability to work a rumpled tuxedo
make anyone hotter. (See:
The Heart of Me)
Therefore,
Paul Bettany's hotness is not, in fact, inexplicable, but
is the product of many clearly identifiable factors.
As a result of this argument we would like to offer the following
propositions:
1)He and Russell Crowe should never make a movie without the
other. There needs to be a law, people.
2)If Jennifer Connolly (P.B.'s wife) would like to work out
some sort of timeshare agreement, she should contact Jessica.
On an unrelated note, this other guy is
awesome!
- declared by Liusia @ 10:40
PM
I am with child..
to
go a-botanizing! (This is a Special Guest Entry from Jessica
aka Bones, by the way.) So, after two Paul Bettany movies
in a row (mmm...Paul Bettany), L, John and I decided to
actually enjoy the beautiful spring day. And be incredible
dorks. The "backyard" of the apartment complex is marshland
(or "mud puddle") which provided an excellent starting ground
for our naturalist adventures.
Animal tracks...oppossum
or velociraptor?
If you look closely, John's shoes are nailed to his bloody,
bloody feet. And I'm trying to resist the power of the ring.
Never let go, John! Never let go!!
No dogs, horses or fires. Is a "fire" a kind of pet?
This isn't photoshopped. Noooooo.
John's running for his life.
From this!!!! Aaaaagh!!! (Okay, so we didn't actually take
this picture.)
This made my day. Because I'm a freak.
Alas (earwax), after a very productive botanizing trip,
we saw the enemy ship, the U.S.S. Icky Suburbanites,
and had to abandon our collections and warn our friends.
I couldn't move very fast, due to recent (ok, like 9 years
ago) surgery so John had to carry me.
Look, sometimes you have to make your own fun.
~Jessica
- declared by Bones @ 10:14
PM