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God Please Spare Me More Rejection!!
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| why Dean Keeton was closed off last night? |
[Mar. 18th, 2009|12:26 pm] |
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"'Emergency crews investigating “foam” at UT science building'
By Patrick George | Tuesday, March 17, 2009, 10:26 PM
UPDATE: Austin fire crews investigated a reported chemical spill at the University of Texas around 10:30 p.m. tonight.
A passerby found foam leaking out of a small chemical storage building near the chemistry lab at 304 East 24th Street, said Austin Fire Department Capt. Rob Bredahl.
Fire crews determined the foam was from a fire prevention system that was triggered accidentally. None of the chemicals inside were affected, and no one was injured, Bredahl said. No one was inside at the time.
Fire and EMS crews are headed to a University of Texas science building at 302 East 24th Street.
Callers have reported “foam” coming out of a building known to contain radioactive materials, said EMS spokesman Warren Hassinger.
Check back for more details." |
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| lolz |
[Mar. 6th, 2009|12:04 pm] |
| [ | I could tell the minute I woke up |
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| [ | On the Radio, uh-oh |
| | Kids- MGMT | ] |
me:i have a niece!!
thai's sister gave birth yesterday!!
maebeth: oh whoa thats really awesome
i thought you meant susan at first
i was like what the fuck |
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[Mar. 4th, 2009|01:37 pm] |
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oh my god oh my god you guys looks like elle's gonna win the prize. |
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[Feb. 21st, 2009|02:58 am] |
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slumdog's budget was 15M and its made 130M worldwide. badass. |
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[Feb. 20th, 2009|01:34 am] |
| [ | I could tell the minute I woke up |
| |  drunk | ] |
| [ | On the Radio, uh-oh |
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this is a post on behalf of miachel and sarah.
we will be roomies next year
awesome, right?
so prepare for these:
drunk drunk drunk drunnkidshodfbdflbdfkbl
its cold in here, damn. i got to hang out with megan, be jealous!!!! |
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[Feb. 17th, 2009|08:21 pm] |
| [ | On the Radio, uh-oh |
| | Short Skirt and a Looooooooong Jacket | ] |
i don't know if anyone else cares but,
CAKE IS COMING TO AUSTIN ON APRIL 28th!!!!!!!! |
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| omg ridiculous |
[Feb. 16th, 2009|11:44 pm] |
| [ | I could tell the minute I woke up |
| | lazy | ] |
| [ | On the Radio, uh-oh |
| | Music, Maestro, Please -Dave Brubeck | ] |
"Elton John's Rocket Pictures hopes to make the first Jane Austen adaptation to which men will drag their girlfriends.
Will Clark is set to direct "Pride and Predator," which veers from the traditional period costume drama when an alien crash lands and begins to butcher the mannered protags, who suddenly have more than marriage and inheritance to worry about." |
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| NPR.org |
[Feb. 16th, 2009|10:01 pm] |
| [ | I could tell the minute I woke up |
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| [ | On the Radio, uh-oh |
| | Mockingbird - Eminem | ] |
"Here's a fact we learned this week: Nearly 700 Merrill Lynch employees earned more than a million dollars last year, even though the company lost $27 billion and was forced to be sold to Bank of America." |
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[Feb. 9th, 2009|03:43 pm] |
Disney said Monday that the studio has agreed to enter into an exclusive "long-term distribution arrangement" with DreamWorks.
"Under the terms of this arrangement, Disney will handle distribution and marketing for approximately six DreamWorks films each year," the studios said in a joint release. "The first DreamWorks motion picture to be released under the Touchstone Pictures banner is scheduled to hit theaters in 2010."
The deal follows Friday's surprise announcement that Universal and DreamWorks had been unable to finalize their previously announced distribution arrangement. DreamWorks brass bolted Paramount in October to re-establish DreamWorks as a privately operated company. |
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| An NPR Post-Game Lol |
[Feb. 2nd, 2009|10:12 pm] |
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"After the game, I was crowded up against Pittsburgh wide receiver Santonio Holmes, trying to get my microphone close enough to capture the sound of his voice without the echo from the bowels of Raymond James Stadium. ("The Bowels of Raymond James" sounds like lesser Dickens.)
Holmes was exulting in his greatest day as a professional when his 4-year-old son, Nicori, turned to me and said, "I got a dog." The kid was bored by all this football talk and wanted to discuss dogs. "What kind of dog?" I asked. "It's a big dog," the kid said, adding, "My old dog was a tiger dog, but my new dog is a big dog. He's big but he doesn't bite." Four feet to his left, his father was discussing such trivialities as what it means to be the Super Bowl MVP. Yes, Dad gets a Cadillac. Yes, that fourth-quarter drive probably earned the Holmes family millions come contract time. But Nicori has a new dog" |
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| "even when he looks like he's sucking, he's brilliant" |
[Dec. 12th, 2008|07:09 am] |
| [ | I could tell the minute I woke up |
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This article [best part quoted below] makes me so happy. And I can already picture the big proud smile on Thai's face, like this is his son or something. Oh, Christian Bale, ever since Newsies and Swing Kids, how much I have loved you!!
"I decided to write about him, because I wasn't what you'd call a fan. I didn't care about Christian Bale -- I figured he was just one of Britain's pretty boys who could sort of act -- the U.K.'s version of Brad Pitt, maybe.
About three DVDs into my bale of Bale, I began genuflecting deeply to my laptop, a changed harridan. I watched, over hours, the proverbial sword get pulled from the stone. Hear ye, and believe it or not: Christian Bale is the Arthur Rex of leading men -- the Once and Future King, born to rule the light-projected dimension of the silver screen in a natural, inalienable, yes, maybe even holy way; a real honest-to-God fucking star, with a frightening load of multiple talents, dazzling instincts, deadly beauty, cannonball cojones, a killer sense of comic timing, deeply empathic humanity and effortless authority that no actor in this country could get within 1,000 miles of, even in a Hummer.
It alarms me to say it, but I can't even think of an American actor in any era who, in his heyday, had as much mojo going on as many different cylinders, as Christian Bale ... Judy Garland? Nope, too screwed up; she didn't own herself. Marlon Brando? Nope, too flawed, too egomaniacal, too limited ... Frank Sinatra? Same ... Fred Astaire? Not sexy enough ... Buster Keaton? Not chameleon enough ... It's scary, but true. I think Bale is legitimately superhuman -- an advanced, evolutionary leap into Future Movie Stardom. He's the Michael Jordan of film actors -- the übermensch who takes the sport so much further than it was possible to conceive of its being taken, in one generation, that it changes the face of the game forever. And nobody really knows it yet.
Bale has done the more or less impossible: He was a child star who successfully became an adolescent star (while avoiding becoming a teen idol, incredibly) who successfully made the turn into being a serious adult actor. He is a virtual shape-shifter, shamanic and stealthy -- he comes and goes, he leaves a hook in your consciousness with some druidic act of goose-bump-raising screen voodoo, he vanishes; he reappears years later, wholly transformed, doing something completely different, but equally mind-boggling. I realized, re-watching the films I thought he sucked in, that even when he looks like he's sucking, he's brilliant -- once you've seen two or three other examples of his possibly limitless range, you realize that in roles where he isn't obviously hurting your eyes with his ultra-bright Apollo gleam, he is transmitting his role from the dark part of a distant planet, doing the kind of hard thespian thinking that is a real privilege to see, in a dunced-out medium like the movies.
Those of you who read my columns scanning for choice mud balls of character assassination had best bail out here (no pun intended): I don't bandy it around much, and I hate to hurl it at beautiful people, and I especially hate to use it on beautiful people who are currently rocketing to the top of the A-list, but I have to use the G-word -- Christian Bale is a friggin' genius."
http://dir.salon.com/story/ent/feature/2004/10/26/bale/index.html |
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[Nov. 23rd, 2008|12:07 pm] |
| [ | I could tell the minute I woke up |
| | happy | ] |
| [ | On the Radio, uh-oh |
| | Born to Entertain from Ruthless | ] |
Last night was one of those nights I never wanted to end. Sadly it had to when we all were falling asleep at 4:30am.
But I miss Josh already. And I forgot how hilarious Alex Yeh is, I like that kid.
And of course time with the good ol' crew of regulars is always good.
Summary: I love my friends. That's what I'm most thankful for. |
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