You know what I realized the other day?

I have not seen one attractive photo of Gaspard Ulliel since his Hannibal premiere.

Like, honestly. That was back in, what, March 2007? In his emo-haired, pale, lanky glory. Captured sadistic hearts over the globe, mine included (okay, well, I didn't actually make it through all of Hannibal before the prospective gore got to me and I leapt under a blankie). Then it seemed he disappeared for x number of months, and when he came back, he was this tanned mess and had his hair gelled back. I thought that was a one-time blooper, the gel. And the tan. So I was like...okay....he will go back to his pale emo androgynous-ness soon. So I waited. Next public event, he shows up slightly more bloated than before, same gelled hair, same ruddy complexion. Now I began to worry in earnest.

Since the fall of 2007, he has continuously gelled his hair back and still grows progressively tanner. Every single public event, gelled. Gelled. Orange skin. Huge bear grease gel.

So....wtf?

I mean, honestly, his appearance is not my call. If he wants to look like a pseudo French guido-wannabe I-wish-I-were-a-suave-mobster, well, sure. He's entitled. I just am so disappointed that I shall have to content myself from here on with his photos from 2007 and prior. What a limited range of time.

My eyes burn.

Anyway. I read Jonathan Safran Foer's novel Everything Is Illuminated. I'm not sure what inspired me...Oh, yes, Madonna. After seeing Filth and Wisdom I got into Gogol Bordello which got me into Eugene Hutz which got me into Everything Is Illuminated the film which got me into Everything is Illuminated the book...and I still haven't finished watching the film (goddamned Youku stopped streaming in the middle. My nearest Blockbuster doesn't have it. The nearest library that has it is in a different county).

And...I think it's beautiful.

It came in this sprightly yellow paperback. Brightest book on my shelf. When I got it I spent at least five minutes just admiring the sunny yellow of the cover.

But no, what's beautiful is not just the cover, if that's what you thought I meant. I mean the writing. I heard some people call it pretentious and difficult to follow, but honestly, kids...A novel as, I don't know, I don't want to call it brilliant, but it almost is, well it deserves to be pretentious. If you've got it, flaunt it. And if you can't follow it, well, same as TDK, that's your fucking fault. Try harder to be smarter. Please and thanks.

I also ended up watching Wristcutters: A Love Story (yes, another product of my Eugene phase), and can I say that Shannyn Sossamon is absolutely gorgeous? I don't even know what it is, because she's not that pretty in photos or whatever, but I think it's her mouth. And her voice. And her neck/clavicle. She has this soft, full lips, but not big, just full. And these pretty white teeth. Her smile's not one of those harsh, hard ones, like...Keira Knightley, Natalie Portman, Evan Rachel Wood...Their smiles aren't really harsh or hard, but it's like they have to split their faces in half to do it (I'm one in that category, unfortunately), whereas people like Shannyn, their lips just sort of glide into place. It's very soothing to see.

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Right, honestly, don't ask me to use my stuff in blends and photomanipulations and web laytouts and crap. Just don't. Please and thank you.