Don't wanna be seen or heard, don't want to shout out loud...

...I want to be part of the group, one of the crowd.


Dressing individually doesn't impress me. I think that it's pathetic. Following fashion?
I just like it.
...Don't I?

I never fight, but every night
I think it's going to be all right
I think I might in spite of
Every - thing
-Lowe/Tennant

Come over here, lay your clothes on the chair. Now let the lace fall across your shoulder. Standing in that half light, you're almost like her...

I feel happy inside

This I thought was kind of brave and charming. She has a good voice, and is especially fine on the middle eight. And you have to love the cat in the back.

2 white girls with a messiah complex

The girls’ names are Lauren and Leslie. And honestly, look at them...don't they look like those should be their names? I don't know which is which, but my favorite is the one on the right, without the white band in her hair. The saucy one.

The video is funny and adorable.

Nice one, Love

Jennifer Love Hewitt is the latest to discover that if you're not whisper-thin as a ghost in this country, we think you're ruined and have no reason to exist.

Jennifer Love Hewitt has hit back after photographers caught her looking less than svelte on a sun-drenched holiday.
The 'I Know What You Did Last Summer' star, whose cellulite-ridden physique was snapped in Hawaii, said she loved her body like all women should.

This is Hewitt's "cellulite-ridden" and not-at-all sexy physique.

Hewitt, 28, slammed anyone who dared to criticize her looks.

"I know what I look like, and so do my friends and family," she wrote.

"And like all women out there should, I love my body."

Bad ideas.

Comparing your seven-year-old daughter to someone who's biggest claim to fame is being willing to get naked for about oh, six bucks.

Bad ideas.

PS: According to Entertainment Weekly, Will Smith is one of the smartest people in Hollywood.

My god.

It's every girl I went to high school with!

Rose McGowan in "Planet Terror" WISHES she were as simultaneously divine and tough as Milla Jovovich in the "Resident Evil" movies.

...I'm just saying is all.

Is it me, or are these colors really, really a bad idea?

You be the judge.

Eliza Dushku holding what I think is a puppy, but may be a baby lamb, to her down jacket, in shorts, and barefoot on the beach

I've probably posted more than my fair share of pictures of Dushku, for the simple reason--as if any of you need it explained-that she is flaming wonderful to look at, and a pretty good actress to boot.

But if I may beg your indulgence for another: I like this one because it looks natural, unpretentious. It's not particularly playing on her hotness.



...so of course, it's hot as hell.

With this idea, I'm on to another winner.

Behind The Green Curtain

...Starring Kelly Clarkson.

Own it now on home video.

...I'm a genius! The film writes itself! We'll make $321 million!

Another day, another Brazilian supermodel

Adriana Lima

I dunno, I'd think she'd be constantly sliding off her chair (and not in the good way, ladies)

Spam-Flickr blogging

Got an email this evening from someone with a Flickr account, making me his "contact" and sending along a link to his photos. What I can't figure out is why. At first I thought it was someone who'd discovered I used one of his photos for RFB or something, but, no.

The guy only has six photos and I've never posted any of them. You'll understand why I haven't, if I tell you that a typical shot consists of a self-portrait of a scruffy-faced, full-lipped man with protruding nose, glasses and curly dark hair taken on New Jersey Transit.

Yeah, that is so exactly the kind of picture I post, isn't it?

So again...why? I mean I've gotten used to occasional "X would like to be added as one of your friends" emails from MySpace. Even though my MySpace account is nothing but a hollow shell, set up when I thought I had a "real world" friendship with someone with a MySpace account. To be able to comment on her page, I needed one of my own but there's virtually nothing on it.

So why do I still get those emails? Well, investigation proved, they tend to be from pale young women who seem terribly concerned that I haven't yet seen their private and special photo collections. Which are now accessible for a low yearly rate.

I'm assuming that's not what this Flickr fella is after.

If it is, either I'm sending the wrong signals, or someone's decided I'm in the deepest state of denial imaginable.

I'm a shoo-in for Nightmare on Elm Street 8: The Long Nap

"time in a bottle" sung by a Muppet

I used to have this song on "The Very First Second Muppet Show Cast Album."

Eight more things you may or may not know about me

The Red Queen, AKA Eliza, tagged me to do the 8 things meme again.

Here's da rules

1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged write their own blog post about their eight things and include these rules.
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged and that they should read your blog.
5. 8 is a magic number. Not three.

So......

1. My play The Girl in the Boat has in it a young woman who is engaged to a soldier but sleeps with another man. It was first produced the week we went to war on Iraq.

2. I know two women from London, but it's not the same London.

3. I had my first kiss at the school where they filmed the orphanage scenes in Escape to Witch Mountain.

4. I once got totally busted by someone driving in the next lane when I pulled up to a stoplight singing along to the bridge to "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" ("There's a room where the light won't find you...") with my window open.

5. I've seen Star Wars (not "A New Hope," bitches) in the theater at least 20 times.

6. I've had two kinds of sex with an "adult film" star.

7. My favorite new discovery of the week: Green apple bites, bags of pre-sliced green apples sold in the produce section of Safeway.

8. I get to hang out with my nephew for a few hours this evening!

For tags: PJ, Johnny B, Generik, Jen (and no whining!), Becca, Nash, George and Mana.

Lisa Loeb: Do not adjust your horizontal hold

Mother of god, Sarah Polley is 28 years old. I feel like a coward.

Wow. Maybe I could have known when I saw Polley in The Adventures of Baron Munchausen 19 years ago that she would grow up a beautiful woman.

Maybe I even, if my crystal ball had been very clear that day, could have guessed she would become a director and writer of her own films.

But there is no way on green earth I could have known she would make a film like Away From Her. Polley's direction is sure handed, the script (based on a short story by Alice Munro) is witty and emotional, and the performances are beautiful from top to bottom.

I mean that quite literally. Julie Christie and her upfront co-stars have drawn praise, and rightly so. There's scarcely a false moment to be found from them, except those whose characters are choosing to be false.

But there's also a phenomenal performance by a low-billed young woman named Nina Dobrev (of Bulgarian descent) who only has one scene--plus one deleted from the main film. Her face is new to me, but apparently she's an alumnus of Canada's long-lived Degrassi dramas.

(I need to explain the above photos-Dobrev is the woman at left, at right is an actress named Emmanuelle Chriqui, who has nothing to do with this film. It's just that the best image I found of Dobrev was on this "strange resemblance" blog.

Personally I don't think there is much of a resemblance, strange or otherwise.)



If I were a Canadian, this movie would make me proud.

Come to think of it, I’m a writer and it does anyway.

By the resolution, I was openly rooting for the killer.

So there's this thing called an idiot plot, frequently cited by critics including Harlan Ellison and Roger Ebert.

It was coined, if memory serves, by Arthur Knight.

The definition is

a plot that hangs together only because the characters behave like idiots

The movie Disturbia is the most perfect feature-length illustration of this concept I think I have ever seen in my life. Plus glopped-on "tension" music, shot-for-shot predictability, and lead characters I hated.

This has been a review.