what's your game? can anybody play?

i forgot my usb cord, so no blurry photos tonight... including the ones i took this evening of paul fucking verhoeven.
*caveat: 'showgirls' is one of my favorite movies. i LOVE the fucked up train-wreckiness of it. the neck-snapping pool sex! the "bring me a beer, bitch!" the "i ate dog food too!" the stomping! the NAILS! 'showgirls' is the rare movie that visually shrivels my labia. i saw the stranger's "showgirls: deconstructed" thing at the showbox about two years ago. there is live commentary, appropriate pauses and rewinds of crucial scenes, big-screen excitement, and a full bar. i heartily recommend it.
the reading was bittersweet- it's the last one before elliott bay moves to its new digs on capitol hill. elliott bay, as i confessed to the stranger beside me tonight, is my "little seattle nook." i don't even know how many books i've read in their entirety whilst sitting at the upstairs wooden table. i've gone there since i was eighteen years old. they're keeping the cafe in the basement, thank fuck. "what's going upstairs?" i asked the guy as he handed me my tea. he didn't know. he smiled and shrugged.
apparently mr verhoeven (am i spelling his name incorrectly every time?) was briefly involved with the pentacostal church; consulted with numerous theologists who used a "color system" to rate the accuracy of various bible theories; is writing a screenplay about jesus; thought "the passion of the christ" was terrible; has mary getting raped at age 16 even though there is no concrete evidence of such a thing ever happening; talked for a long time about how henry houdini had an emotionally incestuous relationship with his mother and consulted various mediums after she died.
oh, and when asked by a member of the audience if his decades of religious study influenced any of his screenplays, compared jesus to robocop.
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i did another massage today. it went very fucking well.
i also applied for my first massage job.
like, ten minutes ago.
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ipod shuffle!
robert plant "in the mood"
wolfmother "mind's eye"
the crew cuts "sh-boom"
brian eno "sky saw"
king missile "i'm open"
tomorrow the nurse will tell me i don't have TB. the weather will be unseasonably cool and i will cluck over the wilted state of my pansies. i will reread "running with scissors" and drink a lot of tea and lay on the sofa with the cats. i will go to lindy hop and then to the rickshaw to bid my friend c goodbye and sing bad karaoke. i will eat edamame and lime jello, but not together. i will listen to electric light orchestra.
i love my fucking life.