Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Ethan Hawke or Golden Shower Sally?


(Ethan Hawke in Gattaca 1997/Ethan Hawke 2007)






Living in New York it is quite common to pass by A thru Z list celebrities, porn stars, and even occasionaly people you want to gush over who give you the evil I will rip your eyes out with a rusty spoon if you tell me you love my body of work look.
BTW, think twice before you approach Bjork in front of the T-Mobile store while she's holding a water bottle, wearing gym clothes and engaged in conversation with an unknown man. I'm not saying she's crazy or anything, cuz we all know she's brilliant, but then again, I'm not saying she's crazy or anything. I adore Bjork. I even saw Dancer in the Dark 4 times in the theater which many say qualifies me as a professional masochist. Don't click on that by the way if you just ate, are thinking of eating, if you're in public or just generally need to keep your shit together.

Anyway, this post is not about Bjork. So, I used to have this big crush on Ethan Hawke. Just thinking of him scrubbing the dead skin off his body in Gattaca gets me all hot and bothered down in my nethers. Yes, I know it's too much information.
Have any of you seen him lately though? I passed him in the street the other day pacing outside of Pinkberry. I think his kids were inside and he had this crazy paranoid thing going on and not in a hot way. It has been ten years since Gattaca. Oh gravity, why art though so cruel?

Before I ran into Ethan Hawke I passed a woman in the crosswalk who obviously was homeless and smelled so much of Urine that it made me sad. It wasn't even like a whiff. She was full on golden shower sally. I felt bad. I wanted to give her a hug, but for obvious and many reasons that would have been a bad idea. How strange that she made me want to hug her and Ethan Hawke made me feel creeped out. sigh.

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