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This just in via my (real-life) pal @jspeights on twitter: Seattle International Film Festival is re-opening the Uptown Theater in Queen Anne as an art house in October. Very good news for Seattle film lovers!

By far the most fun movie I’ve seen this summer is Sharktopus.

Granted, I really haven’t seen many movies this summer. I’ve mostly just been hanging out with friends, going out to lunch, and fighting with this young-adult paranormal romance I’ve been writing since January (the book is winning the fight, by the way).

As you know, I have to see EVERY horror movie known to man, so I did see an interesting one a few months ago: Cannibal Holocaust. Made in 1980, I think it was the first “found footage” film and an obvious influence on Blair Witch Project, which didn’t come along until 20 years later.

The premise is that a documentary crew goes into the jungle to film cannibals and, well, their footage is found a year later. The movie is notorious for not only its stark brutality, but also for the fact that several animals were actually killed on camera.

I am not necessarily recommending this film, because if it’s something you’d like, you’ve probably already seen it and I don’t want to be responsible for traumatizing any of you.

Also, the acting by the people who find the footage and watch it to see what happened to the crew is laughably bad. They give “who farted” looks while watching reel after reel of acts that are absolutely horrifying.

So last night a friend of mine was giving me the raised eyebrow thing because I said the Lady Gaga Google ad makes me cry. (To be fair, my friend hasn’t seen it).

Gaga’s fans made these videos and sent them to her and they’re all really beautiful.

I know I’m a sap, but isn’t this inspiring? Doesn’t it make you at least a little misty eyed?

I adore the Justin Bieber Chrome ad too. I LOVE how it’s a time-lapse version of his career so far. If you look closely (or watch it a dozen times in a row like I did), his grandma gives him his first comment ever on YouTube. So sweet.

The Emmy nominations came out this morning.

Argh. Vince Kartheiser who plays Pete Campbell on Mad Men got shut out again. What does he have to do to get nominated for an Emmy?

Although Christina Hendricks finally got nommed and Mad Men got nineteen nominations total (including Best Lead for Hamm and Moss, Best Supporting for Slattery, Best Guest for Ida Blankenship and a crapload of artistic nods including two for writing). Yay! Come back, show!

Oddly am pulling for Matt Damon as Best Guest Actor on 30 Rock. He’s really good in that role.

Nick Offerman was not acknowledged in the extremely competitive Best Supporting Actor category for his amazing work as Ron Swansen on Parks & Rec, but he can console himself with the fact that the James Franco-hosted Academy Awards got nine nominations.

It puts things in perspective.

Sun Break

Just wanted to do a quick update so that new visitors to this blog don’t think I’m obsessed with Justin Bieber or something.

It is finally sunnier and I don’t feel like I’m looking at everything through smoked glass anymore. The collective lifting of depression has caused an outbreak of parties, parties, parties, which has been really fun. There are lots of books coming out, lots of birthday parties, lots of general relief at not being water-logged.

And yet, I dunno. I don’t love Seattle but I don’t love anyplace else either.

Yesterday–our first over 70 degrees day in 271 days, but who’s counting–I was at Alki beach with a girlfriend.

Lying in the undiluted sunshine under kites like beautiful dragonflies, looking at the row of white-capped mountains and city skyscrapers across the sparkling water, I sat up and said “It’s so gorgeous here, but the beach itself sucks. It’s narrow with rocks and driftwood. But the view is staggering.”

“That’s Seattle,” my friend said. “Everything out there is stunning, but if you look at where you’re actually sitting, it’s falling apart. That’s why we’re moving to Florida.”

About half the people I’ve talked to recently are moving away after this past winter. It’s been nine months of cold wet slate grey. Not that I’m counting.

My problem is I want to live in more than one place:

Seattle, maybe sometimes, because you can get kickass writing done here and there are tons of people I love.

Los Angeles because it’s so magical and sunny and hip and noir (in retrospect).

And of course home in the Midwest. Because family is everything.

Some of my friends think it’s so doable for me to have three homes, but I feel like it’s challenging to maintain one.

Stay tuned, though.

My First Bieber

Until last night I didn’t know anything about Justin Bieber except for his haircut. (Pro tip: Having a mop-top hairdo and starting your band name with a bee-sound will equal fan mania such as the world has never seen.)

I always get a sense of people rolling their eyes about the Biebs, I guess because he’s a teenybopper and so insanely popular.
As usual what gets lost is the music.

I wanted to know more about him, so I watched Never Say Never, a quasi-documentary about his career leading up to a landmark performance at Madison Square Garden that sold out in 22 minutes.

I was surprised at how gifted he is. He’s an amazing drummer and guitar player, and of course can sing and dance. He started out as a street performer and on YouTube, and you don’t get much more merit-based than that. No, I am not joking. You can dislike his music or his persona, but you can’t argue with them–they weren’t manufactured; they were elected by popular vote.

Bieber himself is extremely engaging and seems to have fairly decent people around him, although I was appalled by his vocal coach who said he sometimes whines about not being a normal 16-year-old. She basically tells him to can it, because “this is your normal.” Yikes, he’s just a kid. An incredibly rich and famous one, true, but everyone should be allowed whining time, especially a teenager.

I would have liked to see an actual bratty, age-appropriate meltdown (but with power and money) in the film, but sadly none was forthcoming since Never is nothing if not promotional.

That doesn’t stop people from looking for bratty behavior, though. According to the HuffPost:

Bieber made his fictional TV debut with a two-episode arc on “CSI” last year, and according to co-star Marg Helgenberger, the kid who played a troubled teen was, off-camera, a trouble-making teen.

“I shouldn’t be saying this but he was kind of a brat [on the set],” Helgenberger told French Magazine Le Grand Direct Des Medias.

“He was very nice to me,” she continued, “but he locked one of the producers in a closet.”

Bieber had this–very mature–response via twitter:

“it’s kinda lame when someone you met briefly and never worked with comments on you. I will continue to wish them luck and be kind.”

I give the kid a lot of leeway. I know adults whose behavior at work is much worse than locking people in the closet as a prank.

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