FILM: BELLFLOWER (2011) is a Bad Bromance

The car from the film visiting Austin, Texas during SXSW 2011

Last week I saw the movie BELLFLOWER, which, based on the trailers and the general buzz about the film following Sundance, I had totally expected to love.

Instead I was disappointed by this pre-apocalyptic bromance of a film.

Since I’m totally against spoilers, I’ll just let you know that the film is about two angry dudes in their early 20’s who like to blow things up, and deal with their feelings by blowing things up.

I have no problems with dudes blowing things up. The @madspark is one of my real-life friends, and he blows things up on a regular basis, partly because he can think of cool ways to do just that.

Maybe it’s a good movie to see if you are an angry dude. But not if you are a woman.

My husband didn’t care for the film much either, and he likes DIY pyrotechnics an awful lot.

The MEDUSA, outside the Alamo Ritz, SXSW 2011

I Don't Want To Go To The Dentist

When I was in high school, I had the most traumatic dental experience of anyone I know. Stop reading now if that sort of thing makes you uncomfortable.

When I was 15 years-old, I needed to have my impacted wisdom teeth removed. Since my mother was adamant that I shouldn't be "put to sleep" for this--as was the recommended procedure-- she found someone who was willing to take these teeth out under local anesthesia. This was a very bad thing for me.

The Space Shuttle I Knew

*If I hadn't been too lazy to drag my laptop to a Latvian coffee shop with a decent Internet connection, this would have been published on July 21st. But I was lazy.

When I was in elementary school, the space shuttle was doing piggy-back test flights. During one of these low-altitude test flights, the shuttle flew over my school in Deer Park, Texas, located not too far from the Johnson Space Center in Clear Lake.

I was outside when the shuttle flew overhead. In the only incidence of mass hysteria I’ve ever been part of, all of the kids who were playing outside began to run after the shuttle. The teachers, with their longer, grown-up legs, sprinted to cut off the mass of children before they dispersed into the long grass of the field next door, explaining that we could never catch it. When they admonished us, they were panting from a combination of spring heat and exertion.

Not long afterward, I remember holding a shuttle radio antenna that my dad had made for NASA. (That’s the triangle piece on the very front of the shuttle, part of the black nosecone of the vehicle. It fit in the palm of my hand.)

The first time the space shuttle launched (in the early 80's), I was in my elementary school cafeteria. There was an entire school of children crowded around one television set, and, if you squinted at the tiny image all the way across the room, you could see the white shape move across the blue sky on the television screen. For those of us in the back who couldn’t really see the TV, the teachers announced when the shuttle had launched.

Stepping through a NYC winter

Stepping through a NYC winter
Originally uploaded by annainaustin

I just found this photo while I was cleaning up my photo collection. It makes me happy.

A Video with Duke and Chuckie

 Last time they were here, my Latvian houseguests made a video about Duke and Charlie.

We lost Chuckie this past August (at the age of 10), and we lost Duke this week (he was 13). But since I never take video myself, I'm so glad my houseguests made this, so I can see both of them together and happy.