January 21st, 2001

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Ummm, it has come to my attention that a lot of my friends are selling their souls. I'm pretty darned concerned about this. Didn't you guys learn anything growing up? Selling your soul = short happy time here, long, long, long excruciatingly painful time burning in hell. This is not a good plan. Don't do it

I first noticed this soul selling trend when someone listed their immortal soul for sale on Ebay. Okay I may have chuckled a little bit, but I ran screaming away and spent my money elsewhere. I think I may have bought some more of those little rubber squeaky dogs and cats I like so much.

Now we have the SoulXchange and it's witty founder, The Devil. So let me be the first to say this here on Live Journal, what the fuck do you people think you are doing?!? Stop it. This is not a good thing. It's not like you're getting anything valuable in exchange. You're not asking for money or fame, you won't become a Rolling Stone or Anna Nicole Smith. You're just selling your very precious souls for the heck of it. Hmmm, sounds like a pretty good deal for the Devil. He designs a web site and lures you in with not money but..., and you sign on the binary line. People, let's at least make the Devil work a little bit harder here. Eternity is a very long time to spend on fire.

Sheesh, come on people, anyone ever heard of, uh, the Bible? I'm more of a Dead Sea Scrolls kind of gal myself, but even if you don't believe in all of this Heaven and Hell, fire and brimstone, angels and devils, Euridice and Orpheus, Faust and the Seven Deadly Sins, kind of stuff, wouldn't it make sense to err on the side of, oh I don't know, caution? Not gonna sell this soul over the web, nope, not gonna. Sorry Senor Diablo, I no sell my soul to you.
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Photos by Jean-Paul Kieffer

I hope Willem Dafoe wins, although I loved Michael Douglas and Robert Downey Junior in Wonder Boys. I loved Wonder Boys, I fell in love with it last year, before the re-release and I couldn't get anyone to go see it. It was just so good in so many ways.

I love awards shows. There are a lot of helicopters and traffic around here right now. I used to kind of look down on the Golden Globes and never bothered to watch it. Then the clothes the women wore became so central to all of these events, and they started dressing up as much for this as for the Oscars, and being shallow and overly interested in these kinds of things, I didn't want to miss out, so I started to watch it, but only recently. I like that there's an open bar so people get kind of looser and it becomes a less predictable and staid that the Oscars.



Kate Hudson was pretty fabulous in Almost Famous and so was her sweet co-star whose name I don't remember. Wouldn't Brad Pitt have made that movie, as the rock star guy? Well I have to get going, I've got mail to answer and Joan's about to come on and piss me off. I can't get enough of the red carpet preshow arrival stuff. I want to see if Russell Crowe and Meg Ryan come together. Remember how pouty and sullen he acted at The Academy Awards?

My first boyfriend's father directed The Academy Awards for years, but I didn't know that when I had a dream about him one night and decided that I really liked him. We were Freshmen in high school at the time and didn't have cars so we had to depend on our parents to take us out and we'd walk to eachother's houses. I waited for him to kiss me, but he was shy and it never happened.

He broke up with me after he went away for the Summer to Europe. I wrote letters to him all Summer but didn't know where to send them, he never gave me addresses, so when his letters would arrive I'd write back and then just keep them, thinking I'd give them to him when he got back. The day he came home I rushed over to his house but a mutual friend of ours, this guy who was a popular Disney actor at the time, who'd had a crush on me, was over there playing tennis with Marty, my boyfriend. Marty was really cold and mean to me and they both just ignored me and then he never wanted to see me after that. years later I found out that John, who was jealous of my being with Marty, told him something that made him think I was only interested in him because of his father's connection to the industry via The Academy Awards. It as so untrue and I was so hurt. I never got over it. Marty is a director now, and his sister is too, I think. Sigh.

I wish I was having a party instead of sitting home alone with my kitties. I'd like to have a fun party but with help and caterers so I wouldn't have to do much more than sit and watch and hang with friends. I'm hoping Scott will want to go to Palm Springs for the Oscars because the new house would be nice for that. Oh grrr, I forgot I have to take Beau to Best Buys, okay be back in a little while