That's the Most Foul Tempered Rodent I've Ever Seen
Ever the charmer Marv continues to makes friends wherever he goes. In this case-Anthony Pepe of NYCHFF. Anthony's opening bid for Marv this year was 200 dollars and dinner wherever I want.
You see here what Marv thinks of his negotiation skills.
Bad Bunni posted at 10/20/2006 12:41:00 PM
I'm a Little Overwhelmed Right Now
So here is Marv with a thought for today. Interestingly it just happened to be on my tea bag. It's almost like they know me, isn't it?
Bad Bunni posted at 10/19/2006 06:11:00 PM
Crochet Cthulhu:Insomnia Theater Part II
OK so sometime between 6 oclock and now blogger at this post. I've already written it once. The first time at about 530 in the morning. I was just going to sit on the couch and crochet a few of the tentacles for Cthulhu. Well I did all the tentacles and then decided to show the tentacles on, and the wings, and the eyes. And before I knew it-I had sewn all the crochet pieces together. And it was 530 in the morning. Now it's 11 and I've had 6 hours of sleep and I'm dealing with a cold.
Due to poo planning on my part, I didn't have enough yarn used for the body of the purse to make the tentacles. so I blended that yarn with two others. I think the contrast actually works really well. As one of my directing teachers once said, "The best things you do will be accidents."
At five thirty in the morning I model my creation. This is only the completion of the crochet portion. I have to sew a fabric liner (joy) and also I'm going to decorate it with fishies and a couple of drowning sailors. I was going to go to M and J Trim today, but I think in my current snuffliness that is probably a bad idea and I'll nap instead. The real question is will it stay together tonight when I put actual stuff in it?!
Bad Bunni posted at 10/18/2006 11:06:00 AM
Crochet Cthulhu: Part II
For some reason I can only upload three photos into a blogger post before it explodes. So I've divided my pocketbook Cthulhu photo essay into two posts.
Here are all the pieces including the tentacles I've made. Of course, I have to make a lot more tentacles before I stitch everything together. I'm also going to stop by M and J Trim tomorrow and see if they have buttons that look like sailors and some other fun things to attach to the tentacles.
The wings will go on the sides of the bag. One is simply decorative. The other is a cellphone holder.
I stitched the call of the Cthulhu into the shoulder strap. You can't really tell what written, but that kind of works with the story (that the writing in unintelligible to humans. Yeah, cos I knew it would turn out like that. Sure I did.
Coming Soon: The Finished Product. Bunni sports her snazzy new bag to NYCHFF.
Bad Bunni posted at 10/18/2006 01:33:00 AM
Crochet Cthulhu: The Project Thus Far
This is actually one of the latest things I've done. Devise how to make the Eyes of Cthulhu. The nice thing about the Elder Ones is that Lovecraft describes the geometry as "off." Any inconsistency I can ascribe to, of course, my strict adherence to the textual description of Cthulhu and not, you know, my complete inability to reproduce the same effect twice.
Here's the basic envelop bag. I used a diagonal spray stitch to make this.
Here's a close up of the stitches I used and a close up look at the yarns I used.
I experimented with eye placement. Trying to figure out where to put them. The yellow cotton used for the eyes are leftovers from Blogmonkey's potholders.
Bad Bunni posted at 10/18/2006 01:28:00 AM
I Like It Like This
I was in a mood Saturday night. Sure, I have a thousand things to do-stories that need to be edited, dishes to wash, stuff to put away, papers to be filed, reviews to write-but I'm in a bad mood-one of those moods where nothing is going to get done. It's clear I need to be entertained. Ashley Asshat sends me an email telling me that:A I had a really good time with you last night B we need to do that again sometime and C it can't be tonight.
Uh, I'm sorry did I ask for company tonight? Am I so desperate for company that I am inviting it without being aware of it? And is it me or this better format for a perspective client rather than a would be mistress?
So I decided I would go out for a drink or two and see where things took me-because if I know myself and well let's be fair if I don't know myself who does?-the night would come up with something exciting for me. I mean, I have a habit of finding myself on rooftops with gay men, meeting dominatrixes in bathrooms, and charming horror movies nerds by the horde.
I ended up by the jukebox next to a guy who graduated from the same acting program as myself. He's only too happy to shower with me the attention I want. After about an hour of discussion about how to teach American actors how to perform Shakespeare...and who walks in? Yep Ashley Asshat.The Boy Posse Weighs in on Events
Sam: If it was me, I would have turned my back on him and if he said anything I would say, "You know I would acknowledge you, but you're not here. You said you couldn't come out tonight."
As the UN economist pointed out, he already waved the rights to my attention.
He comes and sees me, "Oh did you get my email? Well, I was let out for a few hours."
Like he's a dog on run. Like I'm gonna jump on a few hours reprieve. Like I'm some con's wife getting all excited about a conjugal visit.
So I decided to let him know, no matter what, who leads this dance. I am nobody's girl but my own. That's one of the few rules I live by.
Ashley kept checkin' with me, and I kept acting uninterested. Finally, he lets me know he was going to Ryan's Daughter. Like I would ditch this guy and meet him there for seven minutes of Heaven.
Truth is all this male postering was in vain. I didn't want either one of them. I just wanted attention. And now I was getting it doubletime. So actorboy, after walking me home, got zero play. Not even a kiss, although he was dying for one. He just got the honor of the privilege of saying that Bunni found him adequate entertainment for a nightOwned
So because of everything I've got going on this week, I'm running around like a lunatic
. Finally I get some time to check my email today and I find that Ashley's gmail chat proclaims he is involved in a"battle of the wills."
"What battle is this?" I inquire thinking it must be at his job and I'm hoping there is some scandal afoot.
"With you I think"
Um, if you aren't sure you're having a battle of the wills...you just lost. Especially with me. It means I won and I didn't even know there was fight.
"So are you angry?" he asked.
Now if anyone knows how idiot men work-the answer here is simple-no I'm not but clearly you are.
"Nope, are you?"
His response pretended at nonchalance, "I will admit being a bit perturbed
, though I wouldn't go so far as angry
. Minor insult
may be better" (emphasis added)
Notice how far he is going to make sure that I don't think he's THAT pissed. but he's still noticeably upset. Why was he insulted? Because I would even spend time with this other guy. My attitude is-even if this guy was Hitler's spitoon holder, he's a single spitoon holder VS a MARRIED lawyer.Ashley Asshat: But that you even decided to spend time with himBunni: you have no right to pass that kind of judgment on me
Ashley Asshat: Did you see the look on his face when I chatted briefly with you me. I am not passing any judgment on you
Subtext: Uh why would I pay attention about the expression I was giving you? Apparently he thinks he's entertaining enough to be the floor show-and uh not so much. He doesn't have the most perfect pair of breasts the good Lord has ever made.
Code: Couldn't you see how much better I was than him? Why weren't you paying more attention to me?
Ashley Asshat: I am confused as to why anyone would voluntarily spend time with him. I have played pool with him numerous times. enough times to (a) know his name, and (b) know that he is an idiot.
Subtext: I've played with pool enough times with this guy to know he's an idiot. The implication here is that I'm too stupid to have decent taste even though I talked to him rather than just engage him in a game. Like, you know, a married lawyer would be a much better selection clearly.
Bunni he and I both went to NYU TISCH school of the arts both of us have an BFA in DRAMA
Ashley Asshat: My problem is not that you were with some dude; it is that the dude was him
Subtext: Notice the shift in language? Dude. Where did that come from? A need to assert his manliness. And the defensiveness-it's not that I was talking to a guy-it was THAT guy. Sure. In the brief exchange followed notice how he focuses on the fact that the "Dude" in question didn't acknowledge that he knew Ashley's name.
Ashley: I KNOW his name
Bunni: men often to do that to each other when a woman is part of the equation
Ashley: He shoudl fucking know mine Then when I briefly, and I shouldn\'t have been perceived as a threat by him, he had this bored, conceited look on his face briefly chatted with you
Bunni: wow it really bothered you then. Well it shouldn't
Ashley: It's ok you can do what you want
Well, that's awful big of him, isn't it? I mean, allowing me to fraternize with whomever I choose. In my mind a single idiot has something over a married savant. And certainly he doesn't realize that this conversation casts serious aspersions upon my good judgment. I mean, he's played pool with the guy. The fact that this single man can quote from Henry the Fifth-well obviously I should trust the married man's assessment right?
Ashley Asshat: like I said, it's not that you were with somebody it is that it was him
And now that you explained I am ok
common interests, theater
That's reassuring isn't it? That he understands now why I talked to a single guy on a Saturday night. Now I can sleep.
What I love about this is I have no intention of doing anything with either guy, and they are beating on each other with clubs like I am the spoils for the winner. Two morons vying for the honor of a woman who who thinks that the winner, no matter who he may be, will be lucky if I allow him to paint my toenails.
Dancing in the Street
So while I was lounging with two members of the boy posse in my apartment, I got a phone call to inform me that my newest teaching gig which will most likely result in a Full Time Teaching Appt in the Spring is on. So I have learned that I should listen to the advice of Kiss Kiss without question in the future-he says set fire to the place-I'm on the way to hardware store buy to kerosene.
I know I like it like this-so do you like it like that?
Bad Bunni posted at 10/16/2006 09:48:00 PM
OK so I write a post about adultery, and my numbers continue to go down? What do you people want? Vomiting pumpkins?
This week is going to be killer. I know I haven't even blogged about RIIHFF and I am about to embark on the insanity that is NYCHFF. I've got mountains of candy this year. Oh and I'm getting business cards printed up so that I may be all swanky like and network instead of being sticky arm candy like I was last year.
If you happen to be in the city and are thinking about going to NYCHFF
-here are some of my picks.
Thursday 8 pm Tribeca Cinemas:
The Lost (1 hr 55 min)-This film is brutal. I don't know if I can watch it again ( I saw it at RIIHFF), but the author of the novel on which the film is based, Jack Ketchum, will be there for a Q and A.
Friday 8:30 Tribeca Cinemas:
Penny Dreadful (30 min.)-This film seems to be hitting the festival circuit pretty hard. Betsy Palmer has an appearance in the film and will be at a Q and A after the film. (The feature it's paired with is Lucio Fulci's Zombie.)
Friday 10pm Tribeca Cinemas:
Eddie Loves You-(25 min) This short spoof about a Elmo like stuffed toy that is less than pleased with his owner's decision to throw him away is a laugh riot. It starts out slowly, but it is definitely a must-see. Great references to Halloween, the Fog, Child's Play, and the Exorcist.
Saturday 12pm Tribeca Cinemas:
The Pod (18 min) If you loved someone, would you take a drug that might deepen your connection, but is potentially dangerous? The Pod offers couples a chance to find out if they are meant to be together, if they can survive.
Sunday 6 pm Tribeca Cinemas:
Grace (6 min) This brief short is based on fact-mothers sometimes have to carry a dead fetus to term. When a car accident kills her husband and her baby, a mother decides to carry the child to term in order to have a "natural" delivery. This film, much like Deathwatch, shows how the most natural impulses, like a mother's love, can become perverted and the outcome is monstrous.
Last Rites of the Dead (2 hrs) Much like Zombie Honeymoon, this film is a more intimate look at how a zombie outbreak effects one couple. When a young woman, Angela, is shot by her boyfriend, she find that her unlife is much worse than she imagined. The film follows Angela as she attempts to cope with discrimination in the workplace, anti zombie vigilante groups, her now stalker ex boyfriend, and how to explain to her mother that she's a zombie. Even though I've seen it once, I'll most likely see this one again!
And yes, I will have gummy brains.
Bad Bunni posted at 10/16/2006 03:54:00 PM