zaterdag 26 september 2009

Please ignore the annoying American voice-over..

This made my heart flutter..

(Please watch it in full screen, it's worth it.)

vrijdag 25 september 2009

In character..

I stumbled up these amazing photographs by Howard Schatz for Vanity Fair, of actors “making faces”.

Here are a few of my favorites:
Left: You’re a finalist on America’s Next Top Model who is hearing Tyra tell the other girl she’s out—and you’re prepping to give your nemesis a “sincere” hug.
Center: You’re a stand-up comic performing at a Toronto showcase packed with S.N.L. and HBO scouts—and your “lesbian chickens” bit is utterly tanking.
Right: You’re, like, 15, and he’s, like, 17, and even tho U have only ever said, like, “Hey” in the hallways, he’s just texted 2 ask U 2 B his D8 @ the prom!!! the prom!!!

Left: You’re the cornerman for a winded female boxer, desperately exhorting her: “She’s run away with your boyfriend! She’s kidnapped your kid! Get out there and kill that heifer!”
Center: You’re five years into a contented but sedentary married life, protesting to your wife, “I said you’re ‘Rubenesque.’ It doesn’t mean fat. It means … Rubenesque!”
Right: You’re a 10-year-old in a high-rise apartment, playing fetch with your fox terrier and a tennis ball—which has just bounced out the window, with your dog in full pursuit.
Left: You’re a geek flirting with a cheerleader, unaware that you don’t stand a chance.
Center: You’re departing the nursing home where your wife resides; it is your first visit in which she didn’t recognize you.
Right: You’re a college basketball coach, on the cusp of an N.C.A.A. tournament berth, screaming at the referee, knowing that if you’re ejected, your boys will turn it up a notch.CHLOE SEVIGNY
Left: You’re a hyperkinetic eight-year-old drama queen at her birthday party, hearing that the clown has just arrived.
Center: You’re a mom at your seven-year-old daughter’s ballet recital, watching her execute an adorably imperfect pirouette and an almost flawless curtsy.
Right: You’re a high-school senior whose parents are at work, just about to have sex with your boyfriend for the first time, when your kid sister bursts into the room.

Source: Vanity Fair

Oh, fug it.

Procrastinating.. If you would look up this word in the dictionary, you will find a picture of me. I’m actually at my internship as I write this, watching kids go nuts on the playground. Youthful boisterousness, such a joy to watch!
Oops, distracted. Again. Though I do think I have reason to be a little unfocused lately, I mean having to catch the train of 6.56 in the morning hasn’t gotten into my system as of yet. And even though I’m in bed at 22.00, I don’t seem to get enough sleep. So don’t be alarmed if you come across my person in the train, completely passed out. No need for waking me, I need my sleep. Well do wake me, if I’m drooling.

But lately my favorite procrastinating activity has been Go Fug Yourself. No not really a site name you would want your supervisor to spot when he or she pops up behind you. So take care when you visit this site. Not that the content is in any way nasty or something, but it just doesn’t scream out busy bee now does it? I do find it highly amusing, perfect to lighten up a day filled with the excruciating agony of writing a very boring and very long work plan, with screaming kids on the background and me trying not to fall asleep. The humor is nice and crude, just the way I like it!

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, may I present exhibit A: Harry Potter and the Half Fug Prince