not_that_human: (dogbert)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
not_that_human: (Default)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

As the great socio-political philosopher/rapper Vanilla Ice said "My style is like a chemical spill."

I generally term it "Business Punk", since I pair sensible skirts/tops with multicolored fishnets, plus whatever else I can conjure up at that moment. The shoe varies by event.

I generally stick with one or two colors, with a neutral as a buffer. I generally don't wear white, though...it makes me look huge unless its damn well fitted.

Oddly enough, I get most of my style tips from GQ...I get my makeup tips and occasional trend heads up from Glamour, not style tips.

Men: Yves Saint-Laurent, Hubert de Givenchy, David Bowie
Women: Jackie O, Joan Jett, Iman, Robots in Disguise

As for updating my wardrobe, I go shopping at those second hand-type stores. It's been a long time since I bought a piece of clothing that wasn't on sale.

The trick is buying something that goes with a lot of your other stuff.
not_that_human: (Default)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

I guess it's my imagination. Life would be really boring if I didn't have that, hurr hurr.
not_that_human: (crunkcrunk iron man)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

Live, and try not to take myself so seriously, because in the scheme of things, I don't matter much.
not_that_human: (Default)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

Jefferson Smith: [His voice very hoarse from his filibuster] Just get up off the ground, that's all I ask. Get up there with that lady that's up on top of this Capitol dome, that lady that stands for liberty. Take a look at this country through her eyes if you really want to see something. And you won't just see scenery; you'll see the whole parade of what Man's carved out for himself, after centuries of fighting. Fighting for something better than just jungle law, fighting so's he can stand on his own two feet, free and decent, like he was created, no matter what his race, color, or creed. That's what you'd see. There's no place out there for graft, or greed, or lies, or compromise with human liberties. And, uh, if that's what the grownups have done with this world that was given to them, then we'd better get those boys' camps started fast and see what the kids can do. And it's not too late, because this country is bigger than the Taylors, or you, or me, or anything else. Great principles don't get lost once they come to light. They're right here; you just have to see them again!

From "Mr. Smith Goes To Washington", it made me love James Stewart.
not_that_human: (Default)
[Error: unknown template qotd]
Its impossible to pick just one. Here's a list:
- Mr. Smith Goes To Washington (James Stewart! Claude Rains!)
- The Matrix
- The Royal Tenenbaums
- Children of Men (ILU Clive Owen)
- The Darjeeling Limited (Owen Wilson, Adrien Brody, and Jason Schwartzman!)
- Pulp Fiction
- There Will Be Blood
- Modern Times (Charlie Chaplin!)
- Aliens
- Three Men and A Baby
- Resident Evil: Apocalypse (you say WTF, but I see Mila Jovovich at her best)
- American Splendor
- Morvern Callar
- The Big Lebowski
- V for Vendetta
- Trainspotting
- No Country For Old Men
- One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

Heh. I haven't even scratched the surface!
not_that_human: (Default)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

I think so, from a female's perspective it's a little bit worse because a lot of women still strive to "have it all"--a man, a good job, and kids.

And holidays just stress everything.

If I ever want to pass on my genetic code, I'm going to donate my eggs...that'll satisfy any desire I have to pass on my DNA to the next generation (lucky them, right?).

I think even the family name's being carried on with my cousins, so...that's all good.
not_that_human: (Default)
[Error: unknown template qotd]
The Favorite:
Alas, Babylon by Pat Frank - The best post-apocalyptic story ever, in my opinion. Just a very well written story of one community in 1950s Florida surviving a nuclear attack and clawing back to some semblance of normalcy.

1984 by George Orwell - Spoiler: This story has no happy ending. I love Winston the everyman, the youthful defiance of Julia, the spectre of Big Brother...I loved it, I loved it, I loved it. It's a bitter pill to swallow. It's not a happy view of the world. But, god, read this book.

Almost Transparent Blue by Ryu Murakami - I fell in love with the way this was written. The drug use, the vomiting, the sex, the violence...you see it in your mind's eye and its like you're painting with words, if that makes any sense. What a ride!

The Least Favorite:
The Gates of November by Chaim Potok - I normally love Chaim Potok, but this one read like a text book.

The Host: A Novel by Stephanie Meyer - Such a neat concept, but she could of taken it a lot of different (better) ways and done a lot more with it. Also, Wanda's flashbacks/stories were a pain to read through and didn't add anything to the plot, really.

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald - Bah. Such overhype! Too small of a scope for it to be a real commentary of the 1920s...What I got out of it was that the American dream doesn't exist and that life goes on. The 'romance' between Gatsby and Daisy? This was about a guy (with some personality issues) who's trying to recapture a particular point in his life by apparently moving to the girl's neighborhood and throwing trendy parties. I didn't feel sympathy at all for most of the cast, I felt more sympathy (empathy?) for the relative that had to collect Gatsby's corpse. The characters are 'complex' because you THINK they would be complex, not because Fitzgerald wrote them that way. It was written in such a way that you only see what the narrator sees and you make your own conclusions. Not much emotion going on here, save for Tom's anger. The book makes me cringe. If you list this as one of your favorite books ever...I lose a bit of respect for you, especially if you're married.

Cheers.
not_that_human: (Default)
[Error: unknown template qotd]
My dream job is doing nothing and getting paid for it.

Do I think I'll ever have it? Not really.
not_that_human: (Default)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

Air conditioned movie theatre, hands down.
not_that_human: (Default)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

I love my body because its mine. :)
not_that_human: (Default)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

I'd give some to my grandma...buy her a green cadillac and pay off any debts she has. Then I'd do the same for my parents and sister, just because I can. Then I'd convince my relatives to store the rest of it, just in case the economy gets any worse.
not_that_human: (Default)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

Sort of. Neither my father and I are good at communication (we are masters of the "awkward silence"), but we try. Mum talks more but...does less, if that makes any sense. She loves me enough to kick my ass once and awhile.

So I guess we're friends. It'll get better once I can legally drink alcohol, I suspect.
not_that_human: (Default)
[Error: unknown template qotd]

Taking classes in High School in stuff I hated, thinking that I could get into a better college that way. It didn't work.

Otherwise...I regret listening to my mum and NOT getting a job during school. :/
Page generated Jul. 20th, 2017 02:29 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios