Since I'm never going to actually mail any of these out, I figure I might as well write them and have them somewhere.
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Dear Mr. Downey,
What can I really say, I'm a fan. I'm not one of those creepy fans that wants to marry you, I'd be wholly content with meeting, and chatting for a day. I love your performances across the board in movies of varying acclaim. I haven't seen everything you've been in, but with what I have, I totally enjoyed your performances.
More than anything, as a fan, I really would just like a good conversation. To just see how you tick when it's not in the public eye. It's not what you were, but it's what you are. Who you are outside of the public eye intrigues me, I feel this way about many celebrities. Well, not many, but just sitting down and talking would be fantastic.
What I'm interested in knowing is what else you're interested in. The public knows of you as an actor and that you ave an interest in music. But what else is there? What types of movies do you like to see? What types of things do you read? It's the little things that make up everything that intrigues me the most. I am a 'why' type of person and am interested in knowing as much about what I'm interested in as possible. Any bit of information helps in creating more well rounded characters, stories.
'Here, check this out, a sketch of one of my characters.' That's what I'd say upon meeting you quite possibly at some point during the conversation.
To any type of point, I would quite simply like to meet and talk. A photo would be magnificent. But it's the truth. I am a fan, but like I said before not a creepy fan. I don't think it's that bad a thing to just meet and chat for a bit. It'd probably be fun. I might teach you something too. We'd both probably benefit somehow.
Points of praise:
Delivery, voice, facial expressions, physicality, emotion. Humor. Those are some of the things I really and truly love about your performances.
Another point is it's interesting with the parts you choose to perform how those hint at things about you. I feel that way about all actors. What you choose to do is an interesting reflection of self. You have taken on parts of damaged characters who are inherently good people. You have taken parts of the wild and of the human. You're wildly human, or maybe simply humanly wild and it works. The pain, the joy. Sometimes you seem to be more than an actor and you are the character, something that few can say they've accomplished.
I look forward to seeing what happens and where you go as you age. A new generation of actors is arriving and going through their own hells, just as everyone did ten, twenty years ago. But even with the youngster coming up, they still need their heroes, and audiences still need the older actors for inspiration and for those sorts of roles in film.
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I got a bit sidetracked while writing this, but it's the over all truth. More to come. More to come.
Jasmine P.
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January 8, 2009
September 14, 2008
Saturday
So, yesterday Za and I left campus so I could get my car inspected at this place that Glenn suggested and that's how we decided on an excuse for an adventure and lunch, then during lunch we decided to make this a monthly thing. But let's travel to yesterday morning.
She comes over and I make us breakfast because...I wanted bacon and I figured I could get rid of those last few eggs I had since they were really just going to sit there until I had another chance to cook them for someone else. Seriously. So we watch Psych then roll out onto Portsmouth and realize that the shop is closed on Saturdays. When backing out of the parking lot, I break my bumper by hitting a piece of scrap metal but it looks like the only thing that needs to be replaced is the bumper which makes things that much better, even thought they really aren't. So we're both a bit shaken up, Za more then myself, and we decide to explore down 64. We drive out to Pembroke Town Center then decide to more or less never go out there because it's too expensive to buy anything.
We're both hungry...again...and we're both jonesing for salad and decide to hit up the Unos on Military, so we get there and after driving through the parking lot a bit to actually get to the restaurant we have the best experience there, overall. Two dirty spoons were not enough to mar our day. We chat about our usual bull and wabout what had happened that day so far. But the experience at the restaurant has more or less made me forget about the bumper, thant and I think my escapist habits of not thinking about things that are bad so I can regain control of a situation and myself.
The experience is so nice because the restaurant is on the empty, it's between the lunch and dinner rush so it would be. I assume out waitress had just starter her shift so she's in moderately high spirits and we're polite, we've no reason not to be. But the thing is everyone's nice. A manager opens the door for us then when we're on our way out every employee tells us to have a good evening and another waiter holds the door open on our way out. We were floored, this was seriously my best experience at an Unos, and I've been to a few, though they were usually the same restaurant over and over again.
On the way back, still riding the good vibes we decide to go to the Naro rental and pick up Ghostbusters 1&2. On the way I start singing, partially to Za, mostly because it's fun. Driving down Hampton I'm making parodies of what we're listening to, and Za's amusement only encouraged me. One of them was to Junior Senior's Move Your Feet because I was in no mood to sit in traffic. So I was talking about wanting to speed, but it was silly, and she kept laughing so I made up one about Paula Deen killing everyone with butter.
Back in the apartment we watch Ghostbusters before CR calls inviting us over to watch The Sword in the Stone and Teeth. Teeth is fucking amazing, it's about this pure virginal girl who was born with vagina dentata, teeth in her vagina. But the problem is I'm in a goofy mood and none of us are taking anything seriously so we're making fun of this movie. The crabs were the best part. Mario Kart Wii is our next activity followed by my general makng fun of the staples of video games, then we're spicifically talking about Zelda.
Saturday started off slow, but ended up being awesome! And I'm making dinner tonight, so I need to get to the store and buy me some chicken soon...
Jasmine P.
She comes over and I make us breakfast because...I wanted bacon and I figured I could get rid of those last few eggs I had since they were really just going to sit there until I had another chance to cook them for someone else. Seriously. So we watch Psych then roll out onto Portsmouth and realize that the shop is closed on Saturdays. When backing out of the parking lot, I break my bumper by hitting a piece of scrap metal but it looks like the only thing that needs to be replaced is the bumper which makes things that much better, even thought they really aren't. So we're both a bit shaken up, Za more then myself, and we decide to explore down 64. We drive out to Pembroke Town Center then decide to more or less never go out there because it's too expensive to buy anything.
We're both hungry...again...and we're both jonesing for salad and decide to hit up the Unos on Military, so we get there and after driving through the parking lot a bit to actually get to the restaurant we have the best experience there, overall. Two dirty spoons were not enough to mar our day. We chat about our usual bull and wabout what had happened that day so far. But the experience at the restaurant has more or less made me forget about the bumper, thant and I think my escapist habits of not thinking about things that are bad so I can regain control of a situation and myself.
The experience is so nice because the restaurant is on the empty, it's between the lunch and dinner rush so it would be. I assume out waitress had just starter her shift so she's in moderately high spirits and we're polite, we've no reason not to be. But the thing is everyone's nice. A manager opens the door for us then when we're on our way out every employee tells us to have a good evening and another waiter holds the door open on our way out. We were floored, this was seriously my best experience at an Unos, and I've been to a few, though they were usually the same restaurant over and over again.
On the way back, still riding the good vibes we decide to go to the Naro rental and pick up Ghostbusters 1&2. On the way I start singing, partially to Za, mostly because it's fun. Driving down Hampton I'm making parodies of what we're listening to, and Za's amusement only encouraged me. One of them was to Junior Senior's Move Your Feet because I was in no mood to sit in traffic. So I was talking about wanting to speed, but it was silly, and she kept laughing so I made up one about Paula Deen killing everyone with butter.
Back in the apartment we watch Ghostbusters before CR calls inviting us over to watch The Sword in the Stone and Teeth. Teeth is fucking amazing, it's about this pure virginal girl who was born with vagina dentata, teeth in her vagina. But the problem is I'm in a goofy mood and none of us are taking anything seriously so we're making fun of this movie. The crabs were the best part. Mario Kart Wii is our next activity followed by my general makng fun of the staples of video games, then we're spicifically talking about Zelda.
Saturday started off slow, but ended up being awesome! And I'm making dinner tonight, so I need to get to the store and buy me some chicken soon...
Jasmine P.
June 26, 2008
Movies
Okay, since I'm obsessing over KKBB and movies at the moment this is well timed.
Firstly, I love movie commentary. If I buy my camera [and I will, dammit!] whatever movies I make will feature commentary, mine and Za's since she'll probably be in half of what I make, and whoever else wants to comment on my videos.
Commentary is fun, it tells a lot about the behind the scenes of a movie and if there is character/actor commentary and not just director and writer commentary, it's even better. Actor commentary is the most fun because they're usually incredibly vain, or their general reaction to their fellow actor's performances. You learn a lot about the actors themselves and they just enhance the fun of the movie.
One of my other things about movies are how much fun is sounds like the actors have on set. The jokes and such. I guess it's the same general bullshit that happens between me and my friends, but it just sounds like so much fun, and for it to be on video, that's like a second bit of awesome and amazing because all that shit you say off the top of your head, you can hear it again later and it just plain sounds like fun.
Over on facebook my status says/said I wanted a youthifier. Actually, I want the Youthifier 2.0, the 1.0 version only lasted 1 minute before the 2.0 was created, but there is a reason for this. It's quite annoying to adore an actor who's old enough you be your father, but part of the charm of an actor is their age, their intellect, so a Youthifier make them younger than they are, but leaves their mind, their mentality, their intellect where it is for their age which helps them you keep their awesome, part of it at least.
The first Youthifier was a doorway, one way through de-ages the person. The Youthifier 2.0 is a gun instead of a doorway, so you point and shoot, causing the physicality of their body to get younger.
Regretfully this is only for flings. A few hours hanging out. Truthfully, I wouldn't want long term interaction, but for a while it would be quite fun, but they have the right to be as awesome and sexy as always, so they must be returned at some point, so I'd need an Ager to return things back to normal.
Okay, so I'm watching Batman at the moment, but my question is why does the Riddler give Batman clues to foil him? I mean, it's like Superman telling Lex Luther 'Hi, just so you know, whenever you decide to kick my ass just surround me in Kryptonite <3'>
New question, how the fuck does Batman just know 64 squared off the top of his head? [4096, if you're curious] Don't ask why I'm so hyper critical at the moment, but what I'm saying is true. If the Riddler really wanted Gordon to die, or whatever, he wouldn't have brought Batman back.
Back to the jaw thing, cap him in his face. I mean they catch him and tie him up all the time, but never manage to kill him. Batman had living chess long before Harry Potter did.
So, back to the whole movie thing, well, the Youthifier first. It'd be fun, but then again I've also said I'd be fine with just a general conversation with various celebrities. The Youthifier would be for...something else. Not too dirty, but it would be nice. Less guilty for making out and the like. But seriously, a conversation would be fun, I'd even let them ask the questions. Let them know what they would about me instead of me knowing what I would about them. Unless they wanted to just tell me about every aspect of their lives that I would think of questioning.
The whole inspiration for the Youthifier came from waking up this morning and trying to not feel guilty about feeling attracted to someone twice my age. Then I decided to make them my age and I figured out how. The Youthifier, a doorway to making them my age, but keeping their mind and everything they know that makes them sexy.
After logically thinking that getting someone to walk through a random fuck doorway and not walking through with them it needed an upgrade into something a lot more logical to be using, so I made it into a gun instead. The Youthifier 2.0. At some point there may be a 3.0, but I don't know. I kind of want to draw it in action, too bad I can't draw real people with the skill it requires for them to look like whoever I'm trying to draw.
I had some other movie obsessiveness, but Batman distracted me, and now I can't remember what else I was going to say. But still, 'yay' for sexy actors. Wow, this is more something like I'd post in LJ, this gets to go to LJ anyway. Fuck it
Adios for now
:salute and bow:
Jasmine P.
Firstly, I love movie commentary. If I buy my camera [and I will, dammit!] whatever movies I make will feature commentary, mine and Za's since she'll probably be in half of what I make, and whoever else wants to comment on my videos.
Commentary is fun, it tells a lot about the behind the scenes of a movie and if there is character/actor commentary and not just director and writer commentary, it's even better. Actor commentary is the most fun because they're usually incredibly vain, or their general reaction to their fellow actor's performances. You learn a lot about the actors themselves and they just enhance the fun of the movie.
One of my other things about movies are how much fun is sounds like the actors have on set. The jokes and such. I guess it's the same general bullshit that happens between me and my friends, but it just sounds like so much fun, and for it to be on video, that's like a second bit of awesome and amazing because all that shit you say off the top of your head, you can hear it again later and it just plain sounds like fun.
Over on facebook my status says/said I wanted a youthifier. Actually, I want the Youthifier 2.0, the 1.0 version only lasted 1 minute before the 2.0 was created, but there is a reason for this. It's quite annoying to adore an actor who's old enough you be your father, but part of the charm of an actor is their age, their intellect, so a Youthifier make them younger than they are, but leaves their mind, their mentality, their intellect where it is for their age which helps them you keep their awesome, part of it at least.
The first Youthifier was a doorway, one way through de-ages the person. The Youthifier 2.0 is a gun instead of a doorway, so you point and shoot, causing the physicality of their body to get younger.
Regretfully this is only for flings. A few hours hanging out. Truthfully, I wouldn't want long term interaction, but for a while it would be quite fun, but they have the right to be as awesome and sexy as always, so they must be returned at some point, so I'd need an Ager to return things back to normal.
Okay, so I'm watching Batman at the moment, but my question is why does the Riddler give Batman clues to foil him? I mean, it's like Superman telling Lex Luther 'Hi, just so you know, whenever you decide to kick my ass just surround me in Kryptonite <3'>
New question, how the fuck does Batman just know 64 squared off the top of his head? [4096, if you're curious] Don't ask why I'm so hyper critical at the moment, but what I'm saying is true. If the Riddler really wanted Gordon to die, or whatever, he wouldn't have brought Batman back.
Back to the jaw thing, cap him in his face. I mean they catch him and tie him up all the time, but never manage to kill him. Batman had living chess long before Harry Potter did.
So, back to the whole movie thing, well, the Youthifier first. It'd be fun, but then again I've also said I'd be fine with just a general conversation with various celebrities. The Youthifier would be for...something else. Not too dirty, but it would be nice. Less guilty for making out and the like. But seriously, a conversation would be fun, I'd even let them ask the questions. Let them know what they would about me instead of me knowing what I would about them. Unless they wanted to just tell me about every aspect of their lives that I would think of questioning.
The whole inspiration for the Youthifier came from waking up this morning and trying to not feel guilty about feeling attracted to someone twice my age. Then I decided to make them my age and I figured out how. The Youthifier, a doorway to making them my age, but keeping their mind and everything they know that makes them sexy.
After logically thinking that getting someone to walk through a random fuck doorway and not walking through with them it needed an upgrade into something a lot more logical to be using, so I made it into a gun instead. The Youthifier 2.0. At some point there may be a 3.0, but I don't know. I kind of want to draw it in action, too bad I can't draw real people with the skill it requires for them to look like whoever I'm trying to draw.
I had some other movie obsessiveness, but Batman distracted me, and now I can't remember what else I was going to say. But still, 'yay' for sexy actors. Wow, this is more something like I'd post in LJ, this gets to go to LJ anyway. Fuck it
Adios for now
:salute and bow:
Jasmine P.
December 1, 2007
English Mid-Term Story
So, a few months back in either mid/late October or early November we wrote our English mid-term papers. I was amused by it when I wrote it and I've wanted to write it up for a while, but I remembered that we're supposed to turn them in later. This was supposed to be funny and somewhat satirical so this will be on the silly side. Minor edits for sensibility...or because I have no friggin' clue what I wrote.
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Choosing a mate in a very simple process nowadays with all the technology and socitial advancements that mave been made since the dawn of time. Insteas of shows of brute force and physical prowess nowadays people want the finer things in life: comfort, money, electronics, faster cars and [demonstrations] of technological prowess.
When searching for a mate, a club is a an easy way to find someone just [as] desperate as you are. They spend hours getting dressed to the nines, putting every hair into its place and they practice their mating calls to make sure they can attract the best mate. an example of one such mating call popular with the scientific crowd is 'If I were an enzyme, I'd want to be DNA [helicase] so I could unzip your genes' Calls of this variety are not always successful and can cause the caller to be violently rejected. As easy as it is to find a mate at a club, it is ill advised to stay with one of these sorts for too long because for as easy as it was to attract said mate, it is just as easy to lose said mate.
Another viable venue for finding a made is one from your own pack. Someone you know well who knows everyting about you so the whole 'getting to know you, getting to knoooow all about yooouuu' phase is already done. Awkward silences are a thing of the past in this sort of relationship because anything that may have halted a conversation has already been done and said and taken care of. The problem with choosing a mate from a group of friends is [that] if you break it off before or after jumping the broom stick there will be the awkward division of friends or worse yet running into your ex with a new mate.
Having an established common interest is a way to choose a successful mate. You could both be dog people; you with your terrier-collie mis and them with their pure breed all-American golden retriever. Your dogs hit it off one day one at first sniff. Strange, considering your terrier-collie id quick to bite, you start up a quick [rapport] with the trerievers owner and you two hit it off. Things are fine at first, you're a liberal, they're a conservative but you let bygones-be-bygones and move in together and all is fin until you find their retriever with the neighbor's Great Dane from next door, your terrier is all alone. [The] next strike is them with their secretary in your great-grandmothers marriage bed.
Th issues with choosing a mate today [is there is] so much more to consider, to take into account. Maybe a good old blind date is in order. You meet at a coffee shop, neutral territory, set up by your friends for the afternoon. While waiting for that special (unknown) someone to appear with a single red rose you see them appear with all the finesse and sexual prowess of a tiger. They slunk over disappearing in the crowd every second or two before shining once more as they clear their dully adorned surroundings. They have a bouquet instead of a single flower and then they greet your. Everything that made them so perfect [breaks] as you hear them speak with no grasp of the language they're speaking and teeth that look like they chewed through a long and that they brushed with pond scum.
Wow, who knew choosing a mate could be so hard! Maybe the days of fights for the win and possession were best. You're walking home with a bouquet of roses and a thundercloud over your head. You think all is lost when you finally see someone [fall] and you give them a hand and notice how adorable they are. Everything clicks so perfectly from seeing them simply trip over their own two shoes while trying to walk. You both laugh and the thundercloud seems to be blown away by the ray of sunshine emanating from their laugh.
Behind every cloud is a shining sun waiting to be seen.
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Hahaha, this still makes me laugh. Here ye be =D
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Adios for now
:salute and bow:
Jasmine P.
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Choosing a mate in a very simple process nowadays with all the technology and socitial advancements that mave been made since the dawn of time. Insteas of shows of brute force and physical prowess nowadays people want the finer things in life: comfort, money, electronics, faster cars and [demonstrations] of technological prowess.
When searching for a mate, a club is a an easy way to find someone just [as] desperate as you are. They spend hours getting dressed to the nines, putting every hair into its place and they practice their mating calls to make sure they can attract the best mate. an example of one such mating call popular with the scientific crowd is 'If I were an enzyme, I'd want to be DNA [helicase] so I could unzip your genes' Calls of this variety are not always successful and can cause the caller to be violently rejected. As easy as it is to find a mate at a club, it is ill advised to stay with one of these sorts for too long because for as easy as it was to attract said mate, it is just as easy to lose said mate.
Another viable venue for finding a made is one from your own pack. Someone you know well who knows everyting about you so the whole 'getting to know you, getting to knoooow all about yooouuu' phase is already done. Awkward silences are a thing of the past in this sort of relationship because anything that may have halted a conversation has already been done and said and taken care of. The problem with choosing a mate from a group of friends is [that] if you break it off before or after jumping the broom stick there will be the awkward division of friends or worse yet running into your ex with a new mate.
Having an established common interest is a way to choose a successful mate. You could both be dog people; you with your terrier-collie mis and them with their pure breed all-American golden retriever. Your dogs hit it off one day one at first sniff. Strange, considering your terrier-collie id quick to bite, you start up a quick [rapport] with the trerievers owner and you two hit it off. Things are fine at first, you're a liberal, they're a conservative but you let bygones-be-bygones and move in together and all is fin until you find their retriever with the neighbor's Great Dane from next door, your terrier is all alone. [The] next strike is them with their secretary in your great-grandmothers marriage bed.
Th issues with choosing a mate today [is there is] so much more to consider, to take into account. Maybe a good old blind date is in order. You meet at a coffee shop, neutral territory, set up by your friends for the afternoon. While waiting for that special (unknown) someone to appear with a single red rose you see them appear with all the finesse and sexual prowess of a tiger. They slunk over disappearing in the crowd every second or two before shining once more as they clear their dully adorned surroundings. They have a bouquet instead of a single flower and then they greet your. Everything that made them so perfect [breaks] as you hear them speak with no grasp of the language they're speaking and teeth that look like they chewed through a long and that they brushed with pond scum.
Wow, who knew choosing a mate could be so hard! Maybe the days of fights for the win and possession were best. You're walking home with a bouquet of roses and a thundercloud over your head. You think all is lost when you finally see someone [fall] and you give them a hand and notice how adorable they are. Everything clicks so perfectly from seeing them simply trip over their own two shoes while trying to walk. You both laugh and the thundercloud seems to be blown away by the ray of sunshine emanating from their laugh.
Behind every cloud is a shining sun waiting to be seen.
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Hahaha, this still makes me laugh. Here ye be =D
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Adios for now
:salute and bow:
Jasmine P.
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