From: owner-rockford-files-digest@smoe.org (The Rockford Files) To: rockford-files-digest@smoe.org Subject: The Rockford Files V2 #305 Reply-To: rockford-files@smoe.org Sender: owner-rockford-files-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-rockford-files-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk The Rockford Files Sunday, November 28 1999 Volume 02 : Number 305 Today's Fjordian Filings: -------------------------------------- The Return of Drunk Posting. you complete me ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 27 Nov 1999 04:06:48 -0500 From: Carrie Subject: The Return of Drunk Posting. Don't get too excited -- even when I'm drunk I don't misspell or poorly punctuate. It is the nature of Carrie to be grammatically and syntactically accurate. But I am kinda drunk. And it's 3:33 am. And I'm listening to Jude. And I spent the night hanging out with my best friend David and Jeff, the *tee hee* boy I like, who is surprisingly an actor (NOT a musician), and even MORE surprisingly, my own age, and MOST surprisingly, NOT named John or any derivative thereof. Wild. I hardly know what to do with the poor boy. It's fate: It won't go anywhere at all. *sigh* But, funny - I'm trying to hook up a bisexual ex-lover with David. THAT'S more likely to work out than Jeff and I. We went to see "Being John Malkovich," which is officially my new favorite movie ever. Wow. My God. Wow. Somehow I knew that if Spike Jonze ever made a movie, it would kick my butt all around the theater. It did. Ouch. So... the Files almost got truncated to nonexistance. I can't say I quite knew what to make of it. Ain't Marcus feisty? Ornery li'l bastard. For any Jonathan Lethem fans out there: His new book "Motherless Brooklyn" is fascinating. Completely FASCINATING. It didn't make me weep with existential angst like "As She Climbed Across the Table," but it's really darn good. Made me think I had Tourette's for a week. "Cabaret" is over now. Was fantastic. Tears fell. Was drunk for a week straight during dress rehearsals. Even ghetto-tripped one night. Wild. Have to stop this nonsense. Must stop partying. What can I say? Fun = good. I'm on Thanksgiving break right now, staying in Cleveland rather than going home. It's pretty neat. All this time to catch up on Felicity! If anybody has any tips on how to lure a completely normal heterosexual college boy into old-fashioned red-blooded tonsil hockey, let me know. Ben Folds = neat. - -carrie ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 27 Nov 1999 04:02:58 PST From: "Courtney Knopf" Subject: you complete me i posted on wednesday night, i swear i did. alas, it didn't show up. sure i was drunk at the time, but.... anyhow, i had a very nice thanksgiving without any of my family. Just me and 5 of my friends made dinner and watched a lot of the SNL marathon on comedy central. i felt a little too adult seeing as how this was my first thanksgiving without any family members present. yet somehow that made it much more tolerable. even if Pat didn't cook the turkey all the way through... the white meat got out okay, and that's all that matters. that artofthemix.com site stacy mentioned yesterday is quite grand. i've been a mixtape-making maven for a good number of years... some of them have made it all the way across the atlantic. and then there are a few still kicking around in L.A. County. but regardless, i had fun perusing the site - it made me feel a LOT less obsessive than i thought i was. and christmas break is drawing near so it's almost time for my annual mixtape bender where i make a half a dozen tapes to listen to in the car when i'm home and a half a dozen more that i make for my friends who are hopelessly out of touch. but that does make it a hell of a lot easier for me to make tracklistings. especially since i think i have more CDs than all of the recipients combined. not to mention a few thousand options over at KSCR. i'm fantastically annoyed with my roommate. today she went to a movie at Century City. i didn't go because her original destination was santa monica and i didn't want to go there because i'm *broke* and all i'd want to do was buy things i couldn't afford. ANYWAY, her and my friend erik end up ditching santa monica for century city to see End of Days. and WHO do they see standing outside of Brentano's? Mike Myers, his wife Robin Ruzan, Helen Hunt and Hank Azaria! rar. now every one of my fucking friends has seen mike, my comedic GOD, but me. grrrrrrrrowwwwwwl. and my friend who works at Digital Domain saw John freaking Cusack having lunch by her offices! oy. not fair. you can blame all my bitchiness on my rapidly protruding wisdom teeth. and the fact that i am completely out of lipsmackers and have had to subsist on Body Shop lip gloss for the past two days. evil evil evil! oh yeah, i'm coming to new york on january 12th for 5 days with a possible pit stop in Boston and Rhode Island (one of my friends wants to go back to Brown, her old school). call me. we'll party. ~Courtney The Sultraness of Swing "Come Nadja, let us dance like children of the night!" ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ End of The Rockford Files V2 #305 *********************************