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Apr. 13th, 2007 01:33 pmMan, it's just not my day today. I'm really in a grumpy, sleep-deprived mood. Part of it has to do with the tenant who rents out the apartment next to my room. You remember, the one with the really loud dying-fox sex? Well, the good news is that the sex has stopped. The bad news is because her mother has moved back in for the next few weeks.
Her mother is perhaps the single most annoying person I have ever met in my entire life. Her very presence causes my earwax to curl and my teeth to bleed. It's bad enough that she sounds like a screeching chicken lady even at her most normal moments. No, she's a talker. She's someone who will waddle into my work area and proceed to bitch and monologue about something going on in her life, with only a "hey" from me as provocation. Is this what the "Ugly American" stereotype feels like to non-Yanks? I just want to poke her in the eye with my model skeleton's figure and give her the whole Death speech from MONTY PYTHON'S THE MEANING OF LIFE.
It doesn't matter what I might be doing at the time. I could be walking out of the house on my way to work. I could be sitting down watching a movie (you do NOT interrupt movie time with me any more than you'd interrupt someone on the phone). Hell, at this point, I could be sitting on the can, and she'd STILL walk on in and just start going on and on and on and on about the most meaningless, pointless drivel that I have neither the emotional investment to give a damn, nor the power to improve the situation in any damn way. She just won't. Shut. UP.
My God. She's like a walking livejournal, delivered with a high-pitched grating screech.
In far more pleasant news, I've discovered an old trailer for a real grindhouse movie, and incidentally, the inspiration for Edgar Wright's fake trailer for GRINDHOUSE (I won't tell you the title, as that would spoil the joke). This trailer for TORSO (original Italian title: I CORPI PRESENTANO TRACCE DI VIOLENZA CARNALE or BODIES BEAR TRACES OF CARNAL VIOLENCE) is so gloriously wonderful (by which I, of course, mean: terrible) that I had to do a bit of seaching just to make sure it was for real.
Because man oh man, GRINDHOUSE really didn't parody all that much, did they?
Note: this is most assuredly NSFW. Or anyone who isn't into GRINDHOUSE style humor.
And now I feel a tad bit better.
Her mother is perhaps the single most annoying person I have ever met in my entire life. Her very presence causes my earwax to curl and my teeth to bleed. It's bad enough that she sounds like a screeching chicken lady even at her most normal moments. No, she's a talker. She's someone who will waddle into my work area and proceed to bitch and monologue about something going on in her life, with only a "hey" from me as provocation. Is this what the "Ugly American" stereotype feels like to non-Yanks? I just want to poke her in the eye with my model skeleton's figure and give her the whole Death speech from MONTY PYTHON'S THE MEANING OF LIFE.
It doesn't matter what I might be doing at the time. I could be walking out of the house on my way to work. I could be sitting down watching a movie (you do NOT interrupt movie time with me any more than you'd interrupt someone on the phone). Hell, at this point, I could be sitting on the can, and she'd STILL walk on in and just start going on and on and on and on about the most meaningless, pointless drivel that I have neither the emotional investment to give a damn, nor the power to improve the situation in any damn way. She just won't. Shut. UP.
My God. She's like a walking livejournal, delivered with a high-pitched grating screech.
In far more pleasant news, I've discovered an old trailer for a real grindhouse movie, and incidentally, the inspiration for Edgar Wright's fake trailer for GRINDHOUSE (I won't tell you the title, as that would spoil the joke). This trailer for TORSO (original Italian title: I CORPI PRESENTANO TRACCE DI VIOLENZA CARNALE or BODIES BEAR TRACES OF CARNAL VIOLENCE) is so gloriously wonderful (by which I, of course, mean: terrible) that I had to do a bit of seaching just to make sure it was for real.
Because man oh man, GRINDHOUSE really didn't parody all that much, did they?
Note: this is most assuredly NSFW. Or anyone who isn't into GRINDHOUSE style humor.
And now I feel a tad bit better.
