le temps de l'amour, c'est long et c'est court, ca dure toujours

The front cover is folded down slightly in the top right corner. Not entirely like The Blind Assassin was but half so the photo and the cover have separated. Other than very vague bashing on the spine it is perfect. A fraction of the price I always buy through the marketplace because although I ideally want to make a living writing my own I don't want to pay for the ones I read. Hypocrite! But even when I wasn't budgeting myself I never liked to spend so much money on books and I could do it so easily. I haven't been reading in a while, I'm reading a new book every two days now it's wonderful. I don't care for this technological age (though I write this on the internet but like I said hypocrite) because there is nothing better than holding a book and finishing somebody's thoughts. Working them into my own. And I have been writing too. I glanced down at my idle document, half wondering if I can make it long enough to send anywhere, if it's 'different' enough this time and I've written 3,000 words. It's too bloody long and I've barely begun. Oh well.

This morning post brings me Kerouac. The pages are white and I can't remember if it was new or used. Must have been new but I flick through and I smell tobacco, a cloudlike waft like a new packet tore into and now it's faded into the spine after its release. He has his own introduction in the style of a form or a resume. There's his name, date of birth, education, married: Nah. So I read this but really I have to go dry my hair before it curls. Well maybe just the first paragraph, see what it's like.

HERE DOWN ON DARK EARTH
before we all go to Heaven
VISIONS OF AMERICA
All that hitchhikin
All that railroadin
All that comin back
to America
Via Mexican & Canadian borders . . .

and I'm lost, gone into the page and my hair springs upward. I'll have to sit bored before the mirror now, flatten myself into doll-like acceptability. The funny thing is I bought this book on a recommendation from a character in another book. And I trusted her judgement because I liked her.

Aventure et amour

I've spent all morning watching old french trailers. There is a reason I am in love with Godard and it is because he makes me smile while my head spins trying to keep up. Truffaut (or what I've seen of him since I missed seeing Jules et Jim twice) has the same quality of ridiculous but not quite the same spark. And then you get the comparison between the french trailers and the english equivalents. Like The Bride Wore Black here shows none of the ridiculousness or the downright comedic side of the film and my god watching that reminded me so very much of how Kill Bill it was. Seriously if you're going to rip a film off just admit it. It's not like he hides it any other time. Crazy.

Anyway the Godard ones are perfect. It's pretentious and French and ridiculous and I could watch them forever. Like short films really and I can't afford to buy more foreign films because they're never as cheap as I'd like. Not even in Fopp's French film sale. But I'll see them all eventually. When I'm rich I'll sit in my home cinema and watch old films all day. Parfait.

Pierrot le fou
Vivre sa vie
Alphaville
Breathless
La Chinoise
Detective
Bande à part
and my favourite of the bunch
Masculin, Féminin

I soothed Julie with food

and so I am here for a moment and only because I'm bored and because they're making a live-action Cowboy Bebop film.

The best part of this is the way the article is like here is some film news, LOOK AT GIANT COSPLAYING BREASTS. Well if you insist internet but she does have the face of some sort of adorable rodent.

I had horrible, horrible dreams but they were also hugely boring so fuck it I can't be bothered writing them out. There was a long speech made by some sort of feminist in a ball gown and I decided yes, she's right, no more men in my life ever and then my phone went off (in reality I mean) and it was male and I had a fit of silent half-asleep hysterics. It was just really funny.

Here is a pointless and irrelevant song lyric.

Here is a very long paragraph sans the appropriate number of commas.
It might be about myself or my tiny quirks/flaws. It might also be about a movie or book or something
Maybe it is about Joey Comeau! I wish I was on Livejournal so I could write that in sparkle letters.

This post seems cheery and mundane because it's about how I like typewriters and don't like spiders and oh little sister you do make me laugh.
And yet now it is about how I never get any sleep. Damn you little sister.

Now it's about a dream I had while not sleeping. Cats were stuffed down somebody's dress and my tall generic male friend was smoking cigarettes in a trenchcoat and there were pickled babies everywhere and it was tragically beautiful in a way that makes no sense.

I am so not gay for the ladies. Why does everyone think I'm a lesbian anyway?
BTW my desktop picture is always a scantily clad girl. Always.

Sex sex sex sex beer beer smoking is so cool sex sex boys la de da dededemandez Jack.

I finished my 28375034968097th novel today but I dropped it in a puddle on the way to uni which incidentally is a drain on my soul because everyone has silly accents and none of the boys like football. I pondered the philosophical nature of this occurrence before I remembered my shitty ex-boyfriend who I am so over no doubt about that but I still wish I had stolen more from him.
Sputnik is a word I now use because it is Russian and I love Russians. Especially my imaginary son Dmitri who I will never have because I'm scared of men and babies in pickle jars.

gggggggggg
little sister get off my keyboard.

The 22nd of July is somehow relevant though I can't actually remember why so better be vague about it.
You know what happened on the 30th of July though? No you don't because you were not paying attention and you never hear me complaining. Except last year I complained a lot then. The end.

The End.

...................

...........'K.

Dear Friends...

Particularly you, Some Guy/Stuart.

This is a matter of the utmost importance.

I have hidden Catherine somewhere nobody will ever find her (except me and probably our mother at some point), and have seized control of this Blog. I will not release the Blog nor Catherine until my demands are met.
What demands, you ask?!

I WANT YOUR CRISIS CORE.

JUST FOR A LITTLE WHILE.
That is ALL.

It's really not much I ask of you.

You have 24 hours to deliver unto me your Reply, or the Blog gets it.
And to prove that I'm serious, here is Catherine's Ear.

...What? I'm holding it up right now. It's not my fault you can't see it. Dummy.

-Julie

In my head there's a city at night

Itunes used to let you watch trailers for free, those were good times. I used to stay up late, watching everything and anything while I idly flirted online with the boyfriend. Automatic cyber relationships, fun, fun, fun. Anyway when they stopped letting you do that and made you pay (pay!) to watch trailers I sort of stopped watching them and then every so often I get the urge. It's a miniature film. So I've been watching some. I'm going to share because I hit a momentary block in the writing due to being hungry and there being no food I can be bothered to eat.

Choke has been made into a film. I don't know if I knew this and forgot or never knew this at all. It has Kelly Macdonald in it and there's something about her I quite like.

The Last Mistress has already been out but I liked the poster and the trailer makes me laugh. There's something about French costume dramas, I've seen a few (not through choice) and everything is so seedy and maybe because I've only seen Asia Argento as some sort of conniving mistress but her face bothers me.

Disney's first Black Princess and the return to 2D animation. I do not like the firefly but I am not the target audience. It's set in New Orleans during the Jazz Age though, there's a lot of potential there. Plus Anika Noni Rose (the name of the actress playing the voice of the princess) is a great name. Makes me smile to say it.

Coen Brothers. It made me smile.

Benjamin Button directed by Fincher and based on Fitzgerald.

and

this just seemed odd.

Mostly it just gives me something to click later when I get bored and feel like watching some more trailers.