bam! employed!
in other news: my ears. my fucking ears. perhaps going from an 18 to an 8 gage isn't the best idea yeah okay.
jack the girl's most recent adventures: overpriced scented sea salts, live theater auditions, sore feet, jogging every morning, forthcoming tattooage, strange and fruitful yearnings, que pasa chips and phallic shaped balloonery.
adventure NEXT: buying porn. from a store. most likely staffed by a man who could keep the KFC grills going with his forehead alone. will jack the girl escaped ungreased? probably not.
i just finished "Even cowgirls get the blues". despite unceasing musings on the evils and unnaturalness of men and the wonderfulness and speshulness and just general warm wiggliness of women, it was a fantastic book. easier to read than kerouac, but with the same zest for words and metaphor - "It was that time of morning when dawn's fingers began to strum the string of the horizon". Salksdjflsdkjfd. Eatowntongue.
Jack the girl's especially fucked up order of events: read half of book, watched movie, read other half of book. Friends, the book is far better than the movie. I don't know what Uma Thurman was thinking in this one, nor do I know exactly what was going through the casting director's head when he/she gave the go for the actress who played Bonanza Jellybean (or some of the minor roles, come to think of it - even the smallest of parts sometimes boasted the worst actors. why? were there honestly NO BETTER ACTORS IN HOLLYWOOD?). Since the book is so meaty with stuff, the characters have lost a lot of their background and meaning in the movie, leaving them rather random and directionless. (For instance, they do not explain in the movie why Sissy chose to keep one thumb after the initial operation or what happens to Julian Giltch or fully the Chink's philosophy). A valiant effort, but still suckass.
Another point in the book's favour: The blatant and over the top feminism is regarded from afar in the narration, and is set in counter point to the Chink's philosophy of balance and paradox. That way, when the cowgirls start waxing poetic on how mankind has fucked up culture and destroyed mother earth and blah blah blah, you don't feel as though the ideology is being pressed upon you, you simply see it as the ideas of certain characters (who are more than biased). What's more, their less than convincing defences for their fucking crazed ideas (drugging the whooping cranes and then arguing that it's not really drugging them at all) are rejected by Sissy, so we don't feel that they've entirely justified themselves.
However, in the movie, we lose the dilution of the narration, and every time fuckin' Bonanza Jelly Bean opens her mouth I feel like I'm on the business end of a loaded ideology gun. Plus, Uma Thurman really guts Sissy - her soft voice paired with that fucking awful southern accent and the blank stare she cannot seem to stop sporting does not ring true to the strong, resonant character in the novel. She portrays her as an oblivious blonde who looks like she just crawled out from a box and is constantly setting eyes on everything for the first time.
But on a lighter note, Big Red was a big hit for me. Fuck yeah.
But for now, the dread pirate jack the girl has other scurvy matters to attend to
Crime's afoot
What ho
bitch
in other news: my ears. my fucking ears. perhaps going from an 18 to an 8 gage isn't the best idea yeah okay.
jack the girl's most recent adventures: overpriced scented sea salts, live theater auditions, sore feet, jogging every morning, forthcoming tattooage, strange and fruitful yearnings, que pasa chips and phallic shaped balloonery.
adventure NEXT: buying porn. from a store. most likely staffed by a man who could keep the KFC grills going with his forehead alone. will jack the girl escaped ungreased? probably not.
i just finished "Even cowgirls get the blues". despite unceasing musings on the evils and unnaturalness of men and the wonderfulness and speshulness and just general warm wiggliness of women, it was a fantastic book. easier to read than kerouac, but with the same zest for words and metaphor - "It was that time of morning when dawn's fingers began to strum the string of the horizon". Salksdjflsdkjfd. Eatowntongue.
Jack the girl's especially fucked up order of events: read half of book, watched movie, read other half of book. Friends, the book is far better than the movie. I don't know what Uma Thurman was thinking in this one, nor do I know exactly what was going through the casting director's head when he/she gave the go for the actress who played Bonanza Jellybean (or some of the minor roles, come to think of it - even the smallest of parts sometimes boasted the worst actors. why? were there honestly NO BETTER ACTORS IN HOLLYWOOD?). Since the book is so meaty with stuff, the characters have lost a lot of their background and meaning in the movie, leaving them rather random and directionless. (For instance, they do not explain in the movie why Sissy chose to keep one thumb after the initial operation or what happens to Julian Giltch or fully the Chink's philosophy). A valiant effort, but still suckass.
Another point in the book's favour: The blatant and over the top feminism is regarded from afar in the narration, and is set in counter point to the Chink's philosophy of balance and paradox. That way, when the cowgirls start waxing poetic on how mankind has fucked up culture and destroyed mother earth and blah blah blah, you don't feel as though the ideology is being pressed upon you, you simply see it as the ideas of certain characters (who are more than biased). What's more, their less than convincing defences for their fucking crazed ideas (drugging the whooping cranes and then arguing that it's not really drugging them at all) are rejected by Sissy, so we don't feel that they've entirely justified themselves.
However, in the movie, we lose the dilution of the narration, and every time fuckin' Bonanza Jelly Bean opens her mouth I feel like I'm on the business end of a loaded ideology gun. Plus, Uma Thurman really guts Sissy - her soft voice paired with that fucking awful southern accent and the blank stare she cannot seem to stop sporting does not ring true to the strong, resonant character in the novel. She portrays her as an oblivious blonde who looks like she just crawled out from a box and is constantly setting eyes on everything for the first time.
But on a lighter note, Big Red was a big hit for me. Fuck yeah.
But for now, the dread pirate jack the girl has other scurvy matters to attend to
Crime's afoot
What ho
bitch
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halohaynes:
ahh so you've come over to the dark side an got a job goodluck kiddo, the tatt pic looks good, so you're under dogs fell through unfornatly i had to laugh my ass off when it all happened though speak to you soon 
halohaynes:
so then hows the job goin?