movies fashion and judgement

I saw (500) days of summer last night. I liked it. I know certain groups will love it, and then there will be the cynics that say its a hipster movie for hipster posers bullshit. But I really liked it, it reminded me of Amelie a lot, and I liked how it wasn't exactly what you want at the end, but then it kinda was. Job well done, director.
I saw Public Enemies last week and I liked that too although some people had said it was bad. I can't see how Johnny Depp, Christian Bale and Michael Mann could go wrong. Very epic, Very Dillinger - makes me want to watch Bonnie and Clyde again, then refashion my wardrobe after Faye Dunaway.

I feel like more and more clothes are becoming costumes instead of outfits - I saw the most ridiculous ones on Sunday Night. Let me Paint you a Picture: High waisted shorty shorts in black, a backless leotard thing with a shrug over it and some heels. Granted I'm sure all these things are very trendy currently, but she looked like an idiot - it was a little fancy for Coventry, lets put it that way. I think one of the whore's in American Psycho wears the same outfit.
My point being, any one of those elements could be interesting on their own, and maintain some lasting style over time, but all together it's too much. It's like she was trying to prove that she was certainly more hip or stylish than everyone else because she was so clearly adhered to ONE style. I like to the think that if the 80s are in, you should "CHANNEL" the 80s, not embody them.
But whatever, people can wear whatever they want style is personal expression, yadda yadda yadda - even if you copy the exact personal expression Urban Outfitters ( see illustration) promotes in the summer catalog....:P
Don't get me wrong, I love urban ( too much for my own good) but I temper my addiction with common sense and liberal use of such helpful questions as "Do I look like I'm trying too hard?" "Will I regret this the second I leave the house?" and "Do I look like a hooker?"

genesis!

I suddenly have a lot of free time on my hands..... and with limited activities available to me because of my temporary gimp status - i decided to CREATE. I am certainly not enterprising enough to create something concrete, like a scarf or a pinewood derby racer, and those things require materials. And materials require MONEY, something I am trying to avoid spending at all costs. I'm not doing a great job. Blog =free, ergo I=blogger.

I have been on crutches for approximately 8 days, and I am quite ready to be mobile again. The one upside is- I can make everyone else wait on me hand and foot and feel no guilt. Also, I got a ride home from the nice cop who stakes out Coventry *Two Times* ( arrested development?). so that was nice. But still, I'd much prefer to be able to walk.
Stairs- difficult.
Shower- made simpler by geriatric shower stool, but still difficult.
Navigating Panini's- next to impossible that place is packed, and poorly laid out if I may be so bold.
Preparing a Meal- hard. it involves a lot of hoping.
By far the worst part is the little things, like oh I would love to grab that chapstick from my dresser but I must crutch through the jungle of crap on the floor to reach it, then once I get there, I want to do my makeup but Lo! the makeup is in the bathroom. fml.

Apparently I should be off these things soon, but it can't be soon enough. I would really really love to be able to dance and such at the Yeah Yeah Yeahs concert, but since that's in two days it probably won't happen. Maybe Karen O will take pity on me and give me special treatment.

Needless to say I have a lot more respect for the truly crippled out there. It sucks. I don't know how those people with the special shorty crutches do what they do, because that shit is HARD. and wheelchairs? come on you can't get into any tight spaces. I also wonder how the guy in the wheelchair that goes to the B-Side get's down there- seriously, how?

But I digress.
So whilst trapped in this fortress of boredom I shall attempt to achieve some sort of epiphany, a higher understanding of the meaning of life, how to create gold, and why some people dress like that. Or actually where I want to go to grad school how to get in, and what I should be doing with my life. This is my vision quest, because apparently the visit to New Mexico was just the start.

This is the start of my attempt to Break On Through to the Other Side. Welcome aboard.