What Breed of Hamster Are You?
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"And would you dare to say, 'Let's do the same as they?' I would, would you?"

Had a crazy day yesterday, running around immediately post-work. Tried to get tickets for Saint Etienne on Monday, but I keep forgetting that Irving's box office closes at 6:30, so I tramped over to Jen's and tossed her the cash. I had something to ask her too, but I forgot then and I forget now! Also saw Erin jump up and down enthusiastically. :) They are both in this week's Time Out New York, check it out!

Met up with the secret twins et Yvette at the former speakeasy Chumley's, where we promptly did reenactments of the film we were about to see. Loua was v. happy about that. We trooped over to Film Forum (yay for Yvette and Evelyn, we had free passes!) and sat down for a splendidly beautiful print of "Singin' in the Rain." Have Donald O'Connor's eyes ever looked bluer? Have Gene Kelly's teeth ever looked whiter? It was great, seeing it on the big screen in such a magnificent print made me notice some new things. "Make 'Em Laugh" is much more frightening than I remembered it; it's actually painful and scary to watch Donald O'Connor smack himself up and do pratfalls for that sequence, especially knowing that he became very sick afterwards.

Of course Singin' in the Rain is a film that I can fall in love with and rediscover every time I see it. My favourite scene is during the first take of "Would You?" when it cuts from Cathy singing the song to Don to Lina in full period costume lip-synching to Don, and then fades into the black and white. That scene says all that needs to be said about how fucking great cinema is.

The title sequence is so full of joy and happiness, there is no wonder that it stands as one of the fabulous moments ever put on film.

This is not even to go into all the other wonderful moments in the film, of which there are many. Even if you've seen it before--and believe me, I have--run to the Film Forum before the film leaves. It is worth it.

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After Singin' in the Rain was the Man In Gray show at the Luna Lounge. I have successfully stalked Jenny and Jeremiah yet again! Go me! It was another blogger party, all the blog love is beginning to be scary! In the house were Laura, Chris, Bart, and of course the two J's. The whole band blogs as well, I think? It's all a little crazy, all this bloggeration. And I saw Sarwat again; I'm always bumping into her at shows.

The show was great, I took some pics, danced a little, and Jeremiah kicked over his drum set after the last song! How punk rock of him! The last song, "Dead Babies" was great, it had this cool New Order rocks out feel to it. Of course Jenny and I were listening for the '80s influences. Check out the band at the Continental in the East Village on Friday.

I like the Luna Lounge, I've been there before but just for drinks and it's a nice spot. Luckily I live just around the corner.

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I'm going to be gone this weekend starting tomorrow. Jesus Christ, I just found out that the crew call is 6:15 AM. Oy. But I got some cool news from David. He gave the British production company that is going to be covering us my number since he and Yvie, the D.P., don't have cell phones. They're probably going to be covering us this weekend. Darlings, I can't believe this is happening but it really looks like I'm going to be on British TV!!! WOOO FUCKING HOOO!!! YEAH!

When I come back I'll have pictures from the Man In Gray show and some of the production photos I've taken because the ones from the last shoot were fucking hilarious. (Thanks, Chris, for the hosting offer! but I think I'm going to put the pictures up on my dormant NYU account. For heaven's sake, I miss my domain.)

Color Quiz results:

Your Existing Situation
Imaginative and sensitive; seeking an outlet for these qualities--especially in the company of someone equally sensitive. Interest and enthusiasm are readily aroused by the unusual or the adventurous.

Your Stress Sources
Wishes to be independent, unhampered, and free from any limitation or restriction, other than those which she imposes of herself or by her own choice and decision.

Your Restrained Characteristics
Believes that she is not receiving her share--that she is neither properly understood or adequately appreciated. Feels that she is being compelled to conform, and close relationships leave her without any sense of emotional involvement.
Trying to calm down and unwind after a period of over-agitation which has left her listless and devoid of energy. In need of peace and quiet; becomes irritable if this is denied him.

Feels that she cannot do much about her existing problems and difficulties and that she must make the best of things as they are. Able to achieve satisfaction from sexual activity.

Your Desired Objective
Unwilling to participate and wishes to avoid all forms of stimulation. Has had to put up with too much of a tiring or exhausting nature and now desires protection and noninvolvement

Your Actual Problem
Fears that her independence will be threatened or severely restricted unless she protects herself from outside influence. Does not want to be bothered.

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Scarily accurate.

And I changed genders somewhere in there, I love it.

More post-party stuff:

Photo of yours truly courtesy of Jenny! Thank God it's in B&W, you can't see how red I am in that pic.

Hilarious account of the soiree by Japhy. Ah, minor celebrity as only achieved through blogs.

More blog love will be happening on Wednesday when I stalk Jenny et Jeremiah at the Man in Gray show! Woohoo!

There is a boy. I am in love with him. I don't know his name. Names, as certain people know, are dangerous things. He works upstairs. He has dark hair with blond streaks and blue eyes. Yesterday I passed by his cube. I was very happy about my new cookbook, so I smiled and said hello, which was returned likewise. Adorable. I don't know anything about him beyond this. If I found out more, I'm sure he will be gay, because The Boy Is Gay is the story of my life.

Miss Modernage by Miss Moderntime

Laura is over because the Blender/Spin concert turned out to be list-only. We were not on the list, alas. She is bouncing around. She plays air guitar and explains the differences in her potential air guitar. Says I, "you play air guitar like Jack White."

Laura is not pleased. "My style," she says, "is more Nick (of the Strokes)."

When I say that Jack White is her lust object, she denies the allegation. "Jack is like God, it'd be like wanting Jesus."

Earlier we discussed air instruments. I don't air instrument anything. She demonstrates air guitar, air bass, air drums, and air synth. A-ha! I like air synth. Although you cannot bounce quite as much on air synth. When Laura air guitars, she bounces, screams, and shakes her hair into a perfect tousle in classic rock fashion. Hanging out with Laura means that the energy levels are instantly higher and everything is high-pitched. When she talks, you can hear all the exclamation points and the sentences in BOLD that she uses in her writing. She calls herself "psycho." I can't help but agree.

She looks through my music collection and sees that there isn't much you can air guitar to. My general philosophy towards music can pretty much be summed up with: "I dance to disco and I don't like rock."

However, she then puts on Take That's "Back for Good." (I'm not supposed to mention this, but she is clapping her hands to Ryan Adams' cover of "I Want It That Way" and not paying attention.) Laura exposed in Take That shockah!

She's writing a piece on kids who dream of being rock stars. It's a very good piece. She's a good writer, and by god she ought to publish it on her own website, but it's being published elsewhere. She asks, "Did you ever dream of being a rock star?"

I think for a second. "No, but I wish I was a pop star. Or a Broadway diva."

Laura definitely dreamt of being a rock star once, but nowadays, she's a blogstar.

When Blond Boys Go Bad

Or, How Draco Malfoy Became a Klepto.

Harry Potter on Friday night. We--Jae Young, Ed, Jeff, Sammi, and Sue--went to the Clearview Chelsea and found ourselves at the same screening as a bunch of other HP fans known to us. Rather scary, because it was the same fan crowd that was at the screening a year ago. Talk about your six degrees factor kicking in. A lot of people wearing Gryffindor and Ravenclaw scarves. I happened to be wearing my scarf and an outfit consisting of a grey dress and what's known as my boarding school tie of maroon with stripes. As I was going down the elevator, another fangirl saw me and screamed, "Look! how cute, she's dressed up!" Oh lord. I didn't even think of that, it just happened to be the outfit I wore to work.

You can just ignore the following...it's all fangirl reactions.

The film was so much fun. It was damn cheesy. Some of the lines were simply classic in their badness, I won't say which because they will be spoilers, but you'll know them. And what was up with Alan Rickman and that melodramatic swirl of his after his little duel with Lucius Malfoy. It was horribly slashy; we were definitely not the only ones snickering at the soulful looks the boys were giving each other. And of course Klepto!Draco, where the hell did that come from? Fucking hilarious! Not enough Tom Riddle, not enough Ginny. Ginny is all over the second book and in the movie she's offscreen for most of it. And no singing Valentie, alas! What a pity, Bonnie is adorable. The Sean Biggerstaff award of CoS belongs not to Mr. Biggerstaff, who was barely in the film, but to Christian Coulson. Good gawd, like Jude Law with dark hair. Where do they get all these pretty boys to be in the films, one could very well believe that England was overrun with them. Sammi says that she thinks she's 12 when she's watching Daniel Radcliffe, but I think she's just in denial about her pedophilia. *ahem*

New York Hong Kong Montreal London Paris Tokyo

Damn, I *heart* this song, not the least for name-checking all the places I have been or ever wanted to go (Montreal excepted.) Not the same song as M's "Pop Muzik," btw, that's "New York London Paris Munich."

I am such a wannabe club kid.

Currently in full recovery mode; it's probably not a good idea to be listening to a French house compilation that makes me want to jump out of my cube and dance. My whole body is still sore all over. When people say, "Dance like you're alone in your living room," something that I confess to doing all the time to the endless amusement of Sams and the people across the courtyard, what they should add on is, "but it hurts like a bitch if you overexert."

I had a smashing day yesterday with the secret twins! I have not seen Loua in months, how terrible! We designed a rather elaborate necklace for Evelyn's friend Adriana and it was a true secret twin collaborative effort. (Or is that Mutual Appreciation Society?) Later we went out for Peking duck with Ben at Peking Duck House, a pretty fancy shmancy place that served excellent duck. But no shrimp chips and no buns! Life is not complete without those. As long as there is Peking duck in the world, I could not give up meat. Mmmm...

Loua and Ev gave me some beads and thread now, so I am going to try my hand at designing and threading.

24 Hour Party People

Okay I'm doing this for two people mainly: Jenny and Jeremiah.

This is actually the secret Jenny and Jeremiah stalking page! Sssshhhh, it's strictly hush-hush and off the q-t! But gosh darn it, they are so cute and fun! Even though Jeremiah only likes real New Wave, whatever that means!

Last night's party went smashingly, so all of you people WHO DID NOT SHOW UP for whatever reason (weather, you're a sketchy bastard, whatever) missed out on a great party. (We are talking particularly about you, Mr. DoYouFeelLoved.Com! we bloggeristas were mucho disappointed!) Everyone who came was nice enough to bring alcohol and/or snacks, it was a great vibe, I got mad drunk, everything was fabulous! We had a mini disco light! Yay! Next time there will be a disco BALL, and maybe a strobe...hmmm...

At first Sammi and I were v. nervous because we were so not prepared. I got back into the apartment with a replacement bulb for the disco light ten minutes before 9. Sammi was late to her own party! But then we tossed things together and it was great!

We all fell in love with Japhy, he brought enchiladas!

Best parts: When Erin, bless her happy little heart, and I danced to Underworld's Born Slippy. When Laura, Jen, Megan, and Jenny and I danced to New Order's Temptation and we all sang along! Oh god, it was such a Trainspotting night.

Next party we throw, there will be none of this talking silliness, just DANCING. Shake your booty!

Later I went out with secret twin Evelyn, her roommie JJ, their friends, and Jae Young to Good World. Spent a lot of time chilling. Seemed like a cool place. I did not have any more to drink.

Oh, the Brits DID come. It was the most fucking amusing ending to the night. You are all going to love this.

Five AM and I'm taking a shower. I hear a knock and Sammi answers. Then...horror...someone knocks on the bathroom door saying, "NYPD." My immediate first thought was, oh shit, hope they aren't going to test for the (insert illegal substance here)! I get dressed and open the door. Outside, it's Alan Brit and his friend Super Brit! So naturally I call them a bunch of crazy motherfuckers in the most affectionate way possible.

Motherfucker, I have decided, is my new term of affection for people. It is mainly because Ron, one of the guys on the production, said that I was so cute when I cursed up a blue streak (all the time). That was the nicest compliment I have ever received!

Then I go to sleep and even though I'm utterly sober by this point, I had inhaled so much alcohol that I couldn't sleep, just twitch.

Thanks to everyone for coming and making it another great night at Chez Club Fiammi!

And now today I'm going to spend time with BOTH secret twins, make jewellery, and go out for Peking duck!

(There are some problems with Blogspot right now, it's not letting me save certain things.)