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It's the pizza dominatrix!

Long considered a "lost" film like those of Ed Wood and other cult filmmakers, Tom Graeff's first feature has been discovered during the research of documentary The Boy from Out of This World!

Read about the discovery here

this movie means two things to me.. sheet cake and back fat!

Forgive me if this is common knowledge, but I thought I'd pass on to the Mary Jo Pehl fans that she is currently a columnist for Minnesota Monthly magazine. You can read her stuff on the Minnesota Monthly website - just type "Pehl" into the search engine. It will pull up her articles as well as a few fan letters that have been printed. Most of the columns have to do with her personal and family life, and are pretty humorous:

This month's column

Hi everybody. First-time poster, long time lurker. I created an account specifically to post here--and, when the mood strikes me, to post needlessly deep analyses of MST's featured films.
...and maybe also CT's, though I've been slow on getting those thus far :(

I'm watching #416 (Fire Maidens of Outer Space). Tell me the lead guy (who also played Scowly Guy in Phantom Planet) doesn't look exactly like Casey Biggs, a.k.a. Damar from Deep Space Nine.

Also: Timmy rules.

http://persephassa.com/ | notebook updates

if i add another character (such as they are), which name is better?
i have darling, duchess and kitten, so maybe i will add
a doll or dear or sugar later. freckles? o lost.

i don't have a title yet either but it doesn't matter so much.
maybe i will find one in bachelard, or in a keyword search someone
uses to end up at my site. could be "what goes through the door but never enters or leaves the house?" or "the doll queen grotesque" or
"leather glove face slap" which are all recent keyword searches.

need to jump start byron but hopefully we can go to matinee of twilight tomorrow cause i want to do something mindless and fun.

Been pretty quiet around here!

I always feel a little silly posting my stuff places, but I have a couple pieces I've done which you folks may appreciate. ^_^

First, a pretty old image of a sad litle slug.


Just a fun lil idea I had:


Lastly, a cute chibiesque octopus :3


I hope you enjoy, thanks for looking ^_^

Okay I'm sitting here and I just had the most random quote run through my head. The only problem is I don't remember which episode it's from. It's where Crow kept saying "MCCLOUD!" at various points in the movie. This kills me because I've seen the episode before I just can't remember from whence it came!

On a slightly random-er topic I thought of that quote in question while (currently) watching "Mitchell." Is that random or what? XD

Anyone recognize the background? I miss my old apartment...

reminds me of you <3

http://www.snurfy.com/hot-japanese-race-queens/

Okay, so I had ANOTHER ten hour day. But I made a shit load of money and my paycheck was awesome!
I can't wait till James gets home from work so we can have a nice dinner out.

Theories:

I'm dead and somehow experiencing what my life could have been like if I hadn't died in the split second right before I died and it feels like forever. And I don't know I died because I was under the influence when it happened.

Something is wrong with my neurons misfiring which is causing me to think that i'm re-experiencing events.

I'm in a coma and living life in my imagination.

I got a glimpse into my future while on drugs and now I get panic attacks when I'm reminded of something i already saw in real life.

I had so many panic attacks while on drugs that now I mistake them for a symptom of being on drugs.

I have photosensitive epilepsy and when I get an attack my memory fails me.

Regardless, I think I must be manic depressive and even delusional because my fears are way out there and don't make sense to anybody I talk to. I think i'm having a hard time growing up as well and managing feelings of abandonment by my peers and death.

rant rant rant.

done! five hours to write a 7.5 page paper, with 16 references.
tomorrow i'll read through again before i turn it in.
the lord byron won't nearly be as simple. but i have a lot of
research done on that, and had nothing really on the writing
center one. now i have a headache tho.

yesterday there was a department meeting about what all
the requirements are to escape du with a ph.d. i hope
i am done in 3 years. in the 3rd year it's mostly dissertation
research, which i started already, because i think i know
what i'm going to do; hopefully it will still seem as interesting
two years from now.

braxton's making dinner :)

yesterday

cant...stop..thinking about tattoooos.


sitting around smoking cigs last night i had to wrap myself up in blankets. shivering, we all debated on how cold it was. When we all got in the car to be dropped off, the car told us it was 77 degrees. we are such wussies.

in other news, since hawaii weather is largely unpredictable, i noticed that other than having surf forecasts, we also have jellyfish forecasts. this is really exciting to me and i don't know why.





i also havent gone to the beach since i saw a man o war 2 inches away from me.

writing my writing center paper.
it's horrid. but if i write two more pages i'll be done.
and then, lord byron. that i actually care about, at least.

So after a ten hour work day, I've decided to sit in my PJ pants and order Winter Gift Exchange gifts online till it's drinkin' time! James has been working A LOT and will probably have over a thousand dollars by January so he might be coming with me to Portland. So once again, we're trying this wedding in Portland thing! But honestly, I want to go by myself to see everyone. And I'm sure that James doesn't want to hang out with my friends and I while we get drunk and act like idiots.

P.S. I'm going to see the Flaming Lips in their hometown on New Years! Jealous? lol

if only i could do this with my life. aaaaahhhh. i'm sure they don't let ladies, much less ones under five feet tall anywhere near trains, though. what a rotten deal.

how to become a train conductor.

This is the image of my piece "Never and never..." that my school took and put on their website. I guess it's okay to steal other people's images when they are of your work. Anyway, they got a better photograph of it than I did.

Also, I have a job interview in an hour, wish me luck!

I photocopied this at work, from the October 24, 1984 issue of Variety. Dig that chick's Barbie-sized sunglasses! Now, looking at this ad, would you be chomping at the bit to release/promote/watch it?

we've been watching overdrawn at the memory bank on repeat lately...does it seem to anyone else that raul julia took the gig in a fit of selflessness, then just got pissed that he was stuck in such a terrible movie? it cracks me up.

"i seem to have died, is that ok?"

Ted Stevens has officially lost his election. All together now!

Alas poor FORMER Alaska Senator Ted Stevens!

We're hatching chicken eggs in my agriculture class. After weeks of delays, the eggs finally came in and they're set to hatch in about twenty days.

I've already decided to name mine Krankor (while crossing my fingers in hopes that it hatches). The rest of my group thinks I'm nuts.

A friend linked me to this:


I have no idea who it was that managed to do that, but they are brilliant and I love them for it.

Break from German homework. My plan is always to do hardcore workage, but i find it hard to concentrate on my German for so much at a time. I'd like to have this all done before i go to Dominic's for dinner, but I don't know if that is going to happen. I'm going to try for it anyway. I'll have all of section 11 done, if nothing else, so I guess that's not so bad.

We got the layout for our oral final in Gaelige. It sounds pretty simple, I'm not to worried. It's a fun class and possibly like the only class i'm actually going to get an A in this semester. Good bye my pretty gpa...
This is also why i applied for Semester at Sea for next fall already. I mean i would've still met the GPA requirement I think (2.75) but now i don't have to worry cause I'm already all accepted and spot reserved.

I'M GOING AROUND THE WORLD!
Although I think it's cheap that as part of their "10 countries" that we see, one of them is the U.S. I've never been to Hawaii or CA though, so I guess it's still a new experience.

It got dark really fast. I mean it's been gloomily dark all day because of all the snowage, but i looked up like half an hour ago and it was black outside. I need to turn on more lights in my room, but i'm also reluctant to move from my warm blankets. It's definitely a dilemma. I think I'm going to go turn on the ceiling light anyway.

And get back to work. woo.

<3 Beki

I've decided that my next tattoos should combine my childhood (since it's very important to me) with my geekiness. I don't think i can afford a sleeve, now or never (seeing as the squid will cost at LEAST $650-800 when it's done) and that was sort of....super hard shell out... so maybe i'll get a series of small tattoos when i have enough money?

So i'm thinking i'll either get these on each of my forearms, or maybe my inner arms. I can't decide. On one arm i will draw out a dalek


and in the same style i will draw out tentacle


they will be done in the same angles. I think i'll refrain from solid colors, since one is super colorful ad the other is not i think i'll shade with grey and add hits of color, a little purple and green for tentacle and a little blue and yellow for dalek.

these two icons are important to me because every night i used to watch dr who with my family and it was some really happy times, jumping around screaming "i'm cold!!" and hiding under the blankets whenever a cyberman was on screen, and cringing when "exterminate" was ever mentioned.

Day of the Tentacle was I think the second game I ever beat. The Dig being the first. Both are lucas art games so i figure this would be a good offset for the dalek. I actually might have beaten The Day of the Tentacle before i beat the dig, I can't remmeber. Either way, it was the second game i ever played that i really really loved. And if you play Zombies Ate my Neighbors, there's a secret tentacle level! And now, being a huge gamer/geek, these things have obviously affected me.

so I'm gonna sit on this for a while. if i have enough after squiddy ill maybe get it next semester, but i still have no idea where i'll put them

Torgo wobbles but he won't fall down!

today had ups and downs.

the ups are this:
i listened to my christmas cd and put away summer clothes
i met with a counselor esta manana
bruce springsteen announced a new album will be coming out jan 27 2009.

HELL YES OH NINE
jan 27 - bruce springsteen and the e street band "working on a dream" (i hope this one allows the other members of the e street band to shiiiinnneeee)
jan 31 - broken social scene (tickets go onsale friday at noon)
feb 3 - killers

joey saw the get up kids and said it was amazing. of course. gonna go get tacks and put up my records. still waiting on my DATH ones.

GOD DAMMIT, FIX MY COMPUTER ZANE!!! GAP DON'T MAKE ME WORK TOMORROW!!!


layering 06... sigh.

so yesterday I looked at my jacket and saw a bunch of bright red
I thought this could be blood... or just red paint
I don't remember there being blood or red paint from camping
Today, it turned kind of brown... It has to be blood
I told Jeremy and he said Oh yeah I forgot to tell you. I dreamed you killed someone at RenFest

I don't remember bleeding nor anyone else bleeding...

I'm sorry.
I have a bad habit of fighting, of pushing the people I care about and who care about me away.

I had to relive the trip in therapy today, afterwards we had to walk to an elevator so someone else could get over their fears, when she was done we walked back to the building but she came up to me and started talking about how me just reading what I went through made her nervous and glad she never did lsd, and I thought I was going crazy, I literally thought I'm crazy, I did lsd once and now I can't be the same again, and I got a monster panic attack because then this car playing screw drove by and I was like, shit, everything is slowing down, and I got dizzy and didn't want to stop and the rest of our group was far behind us or far ahead of us and it felt like that night all over because there were cars driving next to us with their headlights on, and I was convinced I was back there reliving everything for the last time. It never fucking ends. Now i'm worried that back when I did it whoever sold it to us killed my friends and me and details are slowing being remembered by me up to that point.
I told the therapists about my panic attack and they had me stay after the session to tell me I have to forgive myself, that I have to let go of the guilt, and enjoy where I am today. No one wants to use the word psychotic anymore. But I explained to them how I made it worse by counting the people in the room, and how there were 8 of us in the room and 8 of us in the tent. They told me I have to stop looking for parallels, but they just keep coming to me.

I'm guilty of being a bad friend, of judging people on stupid assumptions and half ass morals. I'm guilty of having a weak heart and falling for people I shouldn't be falling for.

I just want to be who I was, I want to be fearless, I want to be in love with useless hobbies again, I want to make art that's worth something, I want to be able to kiss my mom and not doubt her existence.
I want to go to school and not doubt my achievements. I want this next semester to come so that I can be sane and enjoy drawing with Darcy. I want to be alive and know that i'm alive. I want to be okay so no one has to worry about me ever again.

Sup journal.

I feel super accomplished. Not only did I work until 3 this morning (was that this morning?) but I managed to eat half a pizza, take a nap, retouch like thirty photos of ladies and enthralling photos of my mom's salon, set up a gmail account for my mom and zip file all the photos. For free. What a good daughter, huh?
Also, my b.o. smells really weird. Probably because I had to work during the time when I'm normally asleep, hence two pots of ass-blasting Folgers triple-scoop sludge with an overabundance of chemical sweetener to make it bearable.

Oh yeah, I've decided to enroll in fake college. Pending FAFSA's chunk of money, I intend to start in January and continue until the end of time. Initially I'll take 3 generals, one of them online at M.C.T.C. because it's free, and the rest here.
Clint talked me out of culinary school with only one sentence, but it looks like that tattoo I've wanted since I was twelve of a naked woman humping a wrench is totally going to happen.

If you want to hang out with me in the next three years, you should probably do it before January 12th 2009 because I'll still be working forty-eight hours per week while I attend school.

Here's a recipe for Boozy Milkshakes. Add a scoop of protein powder and it's a delicious breakfast.

* four scoops of chocolate ice cream
* 2 ounces of Frangelico hazelnut liqueur
* 2 ounces of Bailey's
* 2 ounces of Starbuck's coffee liqueur (don't worry, you can't taste it.)

Stick it in a blender and mix that shit up, or whisk it with a fork until smooth.

I've just saved you eleven dollars at the Town Talk Diner.

Two Fridays ago were terribly fortuitous in the most amazing ways though I can really only tell you half of it.
It was to be Mikey and I's last weekend together so I pushed for a celebratory drink time. I chose Poison Girl. I don't know why.
I get there and everyone I've ever met was there. Okay, not actually, thankfully. But great folks. One of whom was Emma Goodman. I guess I was pretty drunk that night because Mikey had to drive us home in my car.... along with the other half of the ambiguous story which I can only elude to but stop here. (This entry stays public thus censored.)
A couple of days later Emma whom I saved in my phone as "Emma bff" asked if I was really moving out soon because she was looking to get out of her folks' house. So yes, sure, I do! And what do you know? Saturday we went looking at houses and we found our new house! It's at 1012 Tabor in a weird little pocket in the Heights and we can start moving in as soon as next week. It's owned by some progressive Turkish men who did all of the woodwork and the kitchen has Turkish marble and what not and everything about the place is buttons.
Downfall, she has a dog. I am not a dog person. I am a cat person. However, I recognize this as a downfall in myself and am trying to get more into dogs, so... good luck to me. At least Marvin (that's his name) is cute and will be a guard dog in a dangerous family neighborhood. (Kidding.)

All right, so here's to a bachelorette pad and hoping that 17 credit hours does not fucking kill me as finals time is move in time. Also here goes a process of integrating cats and a dog... which by the way does anyone have any advice on?

I thought i wasn't interested in piercings anymore, but after stretching my ears i'm kinda pumped about piercings again. My gauges are at 4. i hear 2 to 0 is the most painful, im thinking about stopping at 00. i want a couple more piercings in my ear.
i really like tragus and daith piercings, so one day i'll maybe get some. thinking about a forward helix or an anti-helix. I guess those two can wait. my tragus is kind of small, maybe i'll just get my nose redone. Maybe i should wait and ask my daddy to take me when i get home.

hmm maybe i should just get a haircut.

AND

what do you guys want for christmas? anything from here?

Nothing nothing nothing symbolism symbolism symbolism is is is everywhere.

http://www.nwbotanicals.org/mediawatch/purplebear.htm
purple polar bear

I have pictures from the Renaissance Festival but they're on facebook
add me: my name is joolie tran (on facebook)
if you don't have facebook and want to see, then let me know I can post them on here

If you're going to camp in Jasper Tennessee, try not to do so on the night it decides to snow. I was the only one who didn't have a "real" sleeping bag and when your old Dukes of Hazard sleeping bag fails you, what can you do?
I wore about fifteen layers and woke up at 6am because when you're out camping in a Tennessee blizzard, time means nothing. When the sun is up it means you can quit writhing around listening to yourself breathe and fart and get up the courage to try and make your way past the two other bodies in the tent blocking you from the 300 zippers it takes to get out into the world. It's a hell of a thing.
The day we arrived it was raining. We decided to try and climb anyway. We hiked to Foster Falls, took a look around, and then proceeded to the rock walls. This was my first time climbing, excluding trees, silos, and ladders. When you start climbing in the rain your fingers go numb and they start to feel like sandpaper on the rock. You aren't sure if you are going to be able to hold yourself up and you're thankful there is someone holding the rope down below. But I did it. Everyone climbed and then we hiked back the couple miles in the complete dark of the night and let the sound of the waterfall guide us back to our camping grounds.
The next day the sun came out and the climbing was much better. The group of 9 of us all climbed, cursing the rocks and helping each other out all day. I only had met two from the group before and I had just met them through the mission trip I went on from the week before in New Orleans. All of them went to my church though and it was real nice to meet some more friendly faces that I could get along with. On the way back, before heading home we all ate pizza, drank beer and wine, and played with the dogs some more before parting ways.
So that was my weekend in Jasper Tennessee.

Since I've been back from New Orleans I've worked a whole lot and made a good bit of money which is always nice. I bought a scooter for almost 2000 dollars the other day too and that's been good (minus already falling and having some minor problems.)
I haven't had time to shoot much because I've been working and going on trips out of state, but it's not just that. I can never shoot 35mm ever again.. After shooting large format, everything else smalls in comparison. I was using a Hasselblad over the weekend and a D700 in New Orleans. Hopefully I'll have time to post some photographs soon. Someone offered me 1000 dollars to put my photos in their living room too, so I've got that coming. Photo work in general seems to be going strong for me so I just hope I can keep it up.

Sorry this is so scatter brained.
I'm happy life is good.

I had a dream last night, in which I was watching MST3K, and the featured movie was some kind of hardcore porn film from the seventies. Slightly greasy men with bad mustaches and women with big hair were engaging in all manner of explicit conduct of which I will not go into detail for the sake of good taste, and there at the bottom of the screen were Mike and the bots innocently riffing away as if it were your run-of-the-mill offering from Ed Wood or Roger Corman.

And no, I can't remember any of the specific riffs, but I wish I could.

Dream interpretations, anyone?

So, sitting in my room, fingers smelling of garlic, and still not doing what I should be doing, but I just heard the most beautiful sound ever.
First time since I moved to this town.
I just heard a train go through Austin.
I just heard a train from my room.
That is beauty to me.
It reminds me of my childhood, and makes my heart palpitate.

was like squinting in the sun.

holy shit y'all, broken social scene returns to texas january 31 at bass concert hall on ut campus. and tickets go on sale this friday at noon. and jeremi better get me one!! or a million! bss is my favorite live band apart from bruce and the e street band. they make me so happy. this is another reason this next year will be great.

jan 31 - bss
feb 03 - killers
TIGHT!

friday - san antonio trinity university show driver f and zlam dunk. windy fucking day, flashed everyone, sjp woulda been proud.
saturday - worked, closed, it was hellish, left at 11:36. jeremi and i went downtown about an hour later, long after zdunk was supposed to have played but we caught their set and had fun at the dirty dog. saw taylor. that is the place in which we kissed on halloween. i did not bring that up. he shaved his head and looks more like jon briggs. fabbity fab.

i really miss home and want to go and i fear i may only get just the one day for thanksgiving... i better change my availability TOMORROW. cannot forget.

my car died this weekend but my mom orchestrated a guy coming to fix it while i as at work this morning (thanks for the ride, dane) and by the time i got home (thanks for the ride, jeremi) my car was fixed. except the guy took my keys with him. so i read my mag outside for a while waiting for him. then i went and slept in dane's office. then i just creepy crawled my way into jeremi's bed and napped there for a little bit more.

thomas came yesterday and i saw him briefly. i love that boy. he brought his new girlfriend. we all watched grey's. SHRIEKING ENSUED, HOLY F'ING S, AT THE 'NEXT TIME'... i luv u denny. how do we feel about the sci-fi impossible stuff? it bothers my mom a whole lot and but i said, 'don't you just kind of accept it because denny is so gret?' and that's pretty much how i feel about it.

it was fun going downtown with jeremi last night. he bought me a drink at the dirty dog and tried to abandon me so i could talk to taylor. but there's really not much to say there. i had more fun talking to brett and ross. at like 1:30 we went over to creekside and got a drink. ran into donald which was bizarre because we just talked earlier this week for the first time in a while. he said he had seen three people that he thought were me at creekside that night. how funny! it was good to see him. but jerry and i had a good night. gearing up for the big event. maybe next thursday it will happen. RENDERING ME. FREAKISH AND DEAD!!! not really... oh but it will be an interesting hoot. pues yo estoy aqui, no se como decir. lulz i used to sing this that one time i was in mexico, in spanish.

i think jeremi and i are going to go get food at kerbey now. i just want a glorious pancake. when we were closing kids tonight we were talking about pancakes. and lala was talking about chocolate cake. so who knows what i will get.

man's search for meaning is coming along well. it is difficult to read sometimes cause i get so caught up in the fact that it is truth. i think i need to outline some things before i meet the councelor tomorrow.

http://weheartit.com/user/persephassa

i signed up for this thing
sadly it doesn't work with my photo gallery
on persephassa. i guess no one can heart me.
but oh well. still fun :)

So, not a lot to say for this weekend.
Not as much studying done as I hoped. I just can't concentrate.

One of Cole's awkward high school friends came to town, and hung out. Went to Taco C where they randomly played B-52s. In the end I had to babysit her while Cole ran away, but she just stayed at our place. Maaaaan. She invited herself over too. Chick can't take a hint. Luckily, she awkwards him out more than me. I just think she's lame.

I did make a killer vegetable lasagne on friday night.
Neff took me to Sam's, which was nice, since I got to see him, and he did me a huge favor too.
I tried Pie Guys last night, and it was pretty tasty.
I went to some silly party last night at "The House of Guys" and it was...well, silly.
I got Andy and Cole addicted to Itadaki Street last night, which was coo.
I finally did a bunch of necessary scanning.
Slowly getting excited about Thanksgiving, though I hate this week already.

Veena contextualized something that I've been thinking about earlier this week.

Need to fit into society? Buy yours today!

This sea slug photosynthesises. 'Nuff said.

im doing quite dapper. my wine job gives me 13 bucks an hour.

i like to dance.

I lost my shit last night. I came home feeling raw and bad drunk and used and I started screaming at my bum room mate, who I'm not sure was even there. I hope this makes him move out.

I'm tired of being treated like the next fucking asswipe. Why do people get off taking advantage of other people like it's some shitty little social game?


I don't know, maybe this is karma. God, please let me know when the planets are more aligned.

Love,
the next fucking asswipe.

I have a dream....of being able to listen to various MST3K episodes on my (rather ancient) mp3 player while I work. Does anyone have any experience at getting just the audio from an episode? I only have the videos, I'm not sure it's even possible without manually recording it while it's playing on my TV. I'd especially like episodes such as "Cave Dwellers", "Quest of the Delta Knights", even the movie itself. Suggestions, anyone?

So, here I am in Africa, Angola to be specific. Cabinda to be even more specific, beyond that, you're on your own!(1) I mean, yeah, I'm here on business at a "camp". Just wanted to drop in and say hello and tell you about the bats - LaBatt's?(2) No, bats, they "sleep" in the trees, but mostly they screech in the trees all day. They assure me here that the bats do not bite, but knowing how Africans just do not understand Africa(3), having seen It Lives By Night, and not wanting to start convulsing, stealing ambulances, and turn into a bat, I keep my distance.

( In case you missed it! )

Any other riffs on Africa that might make this lonely, humid, industrial, bat-filled experience more amusing?

I felt like sharing this icon with all of you:



I wanted to make some sort of "David Spade IS..." joke and this made the most sense. ^_^