The other morning I woke up sobbing. The nightmare that inspired such waterworks: I dreamed I'd cheated on the Large Greek with Jenny Motherfucking Schecter. Thank christ the sex part of the dream had occurred off-screen as it were, and I only had to deal with the aftermath. If I'd actually done the deed with her (even if only in my head) I'd have no choice but to reach in and scoop the dream portion of my brain out. Two days later and I'm still suffering periodic shudders.
In other news, what was up with Philip Seymour Hoffman's hair last night? You're at the Oscars, bub. Run a comb through that mess and while you're at it, shampoo is your friend. From the back—which, unfortunately I couldn't find a picture of—it appeared as though he's starting a head full of unfortunate white-boy dreads. I feel sorry for whoever got stuck sitting next to him because you could practically smell the funk through the screen. Yuck. I know PSH is all-method, all-the-time, so I can only guess he's playing a homeless guy next.
Because of the aforementioned Scary Jenny Schecter dream, I'm skipping my L Word update this week. You can read the blow-by-blow (and there was tons of sex!) at afterellen.com.
On a completely out-of-left-field note, this Guardian story on the newly re-habbed Shaun Ryder is an excellent read. In case you're thinking it's going to be some sanctimonious I-Was-Bad-Now-I'm-Good rehab claptrap, know that Shaun attributes his semi-sobriety to an alien abduction. He's not kidding either.
PSH's hair *was* grody, wasn't it?
But what bugs me is this: WHY ARE THERE LESS AND LESS TUXEDOS ON MEN???
The only suit other than a tux that a guy should wear to the Oscars is something so absurd or bizarre that it goes beyond the pale into koo-koo-land. Like a suit made out of dollar bills, or raw steak or even something so mundane as skin-tight red latex.
But just suits and ties? Fuck that shit, y'know? You're all millionaire stars--send out your assistant to pick you up a tux! Sheesh...
Posted by: DRESS ACCORDINGLY!!! | February 26, 2007 at 04:46 PM
awwww, MAN. i would've woken up sobbing too. you may know that i'm quite behind in L Word; last night we finally started on last season, aka Why Bother B/C the Bastards Are Just Gonna Kill Dana season. i was almost speechless when jenny reappeared; i mean, i've never forgotten that i loathe her, but OMG, she just gets more irritating, if that's possible. that lecture she gives her mother and stepdad when they catch her being obnoxious in her pink bedroom? give me a fricking break. i would have smacked her even if i were still a 19-year-old riot grrrl.
needless to say, spittle flew. i was knitting while watching, and i had fantasies about impaling jenny on my needles. once the scarf is done, of course.
Posted by: kate | February 27, 2007 at 01:17 PM
Stick with pot. Heroin isn't so cool anymore.
Posted by: osisbs | February 27, 2007 at 02:45 PM
well to be honest this is the only straight girl haven for L word addiction... there are plenty of us out there.... so it never bores me!
Yes, PSH's hair was uber gross and I think blonds and dreads are kind of tarded (being a blond I can vouch)... you can see the scalp too easy and that is yucky!!!
Not sure if he is SO NOT hollywood that it makes him act homeless... I hate that, I am so rich, I look poor shit... please come live in greenpoint on my street then get dreads and holes in your shirt from working at the metal refinery down the road...
Posted by: sugarcoat | February 28, 2007 at 06:04 PM