FOR THOSE WHO CAME IN LATE
I have some UPDATES . . . whatever . . .
DUDES DONE WRONG RETURNS THIS SUNDAY
If you are, for whatever reason, in the Miami metropolitan area this Sunday, go visit my soul sister Katie’s movie night, THE KINOPLEX, which is located at the back of Churchill’s Pub. Katie tells me this place is a Miami institution.
This week she will be screening STONE (1974), an Ozploitation film in which, you guessed it, some Dudes are Done Wrong. This is proto MAD MAX . . . without STONE, there is no MAD MAX. In fact, the Nightrider and the Toecutter from the first MAD MAX are gross-ass biker dudes here. It is no masterpiece, but it rules . . . completely unique, deeply influential, and largely forgotten. It was also Sandy Harbutt’s only film. I love it.
Once a month, I will be remotely hosting Kinoplex under the DUDES DONE WRONG banner. I will select a film in which a Dude is unequivocally Done Wrong. Now with nothing to live for other than settling the score, this Dude pulls him- or herself out of the smoldering ruins of their own would-be annihilation and Does Something about it, which often, though not always, involves a firearm.
Sister Katie has asked me to film a one- or two-minute introduction for each DDW pick to be played just before the feature. I’m filming the first one this week with Elina and Julia. I’ll post it here on Saturday when it’s done . . .
NEXT . . .
I FINALLY UPDATED MY SKINCARE ROUTINE PAGE
I had not updated my SKINCARE ROUTINE PAGE in over three years . . . until today! In the intervening years, I have greatly streamlined it. Now it’s four or five things instead of a bunch of bullshit you really don’t need. It just comes down to washing your face, moisturizing, and wearing SPF 50 . . . and retinol, if you’re into that sort of thing. Everything else is just Fun. If you feel like spending $300 on some serum, go for it. But I wouldn’t recommend it!
AND . . .
MY (FORMER? CURRENT?) FIANCÉE IS NUKING MY HAIR
I have been threatening to bleach my hair for years. I know it will look absolutely terrible . . . but I felt I had to try it at least once because I wanted to Know. And perhaps it would look so godawful that it would come to eclipse itself and almost look good.
But my fellow dark-headed friends who routinely nuke their hair have warned me: it’s going to feel like hay afterward. This is not so much a problem for me since it would grow out in a month or two and then I can just sheer it off and go back to black. My hair grows insanely fast, don’t you know.
However: at least for now, I have decided that I will bleach a small streak of my hair on the left side of my head ROAD WARRIOR style. Why not? Who cares? Blonde-haired Bex has agreed to do it when I’m in London in a few weeks. Apparently she had the same idea for her own hair, yet inverted . . . she wants a dark streak. She wants a little raccoon tail in the midst of her beautiful blonde hair. This process will be significantly easier for her because she’s going light to dark. Meanwhile, we’re going to have to absolutely blast my dark hair several times to get the blonde streak to show up. Such is my tale . . .
FINALLY . . .
THE ITALIAN GROUP CHAT PERSEVERES
I know everyone was losing sleep over this, but fear not: the Italian Angels group chat is alive and well. Unfortunately for the three other souls who participate in its existence, I filled it with stuff like this today. Why these people tolerate me, I know not. But I never take their seemingly infinite patience for granted.
I suppose soon our group chat will mutate into the Romanian Angels on account of that’s where our next trip will take place . . . we’re all flying to Bucharest and visiting a spa there, and then renting a car and driving to the Carpathian Mountains because of course have to do that. Hopefully we will not be attacked by brown bears and lynxes and wolves, and whatever supernatural presences occupy that ancient part of the world, if such things exist. I reckon there is only one way to find out . . .
My soul is prepared. How’s yours?
