Pinker pastures

Photo uploads have become a screeching pain on this server. Join me at my "new" home on Blogger. Nothing new yet, but keep your ear to the ground.

(Pussyranch.net will redirect as well)

Aloha!

Posted by Diablo Cody at September 4, 2007 11:26 AM

 

Interview with Jason Reitman from Telluride

With a babbling cameo from me.

And here's some sweetness from the Circuit, Variety's film festival blog. There's a photo of Jason and Blinky McBlinkerstein for you to ogle and enjoy.

Posted by Diablo Cody at September 3, 2007 1:30 AM

 

Telluride

Is where I be.

Cinematical review

Variety (caution: more spoilers than a Hong Kong street race.)

Needless to say, this has been unreal. Our first "sneak peek" screening took place in Mountain Village, a 12-minute gondola ride away from Telluride's main drag. We were 10,000 feet above sea level but it felt more like 100,000. I'm still digging clouds out of my ears.

Your "precociously precious" friend,
Diablo

Posted by Diablo Cody at September 3, 2007 12:09 AM

 

Toronto, ho!

Juno to premiere at Toronto International Film Festival.

I sort of knew about this for a while, but I think it's best if we have some secrets, you know? Here, I'll make it up to you: I once got my period all over a chair at the Paramount commissary. That's some Frank Warren shit right there. CONFESSIONAL!

Posted by Diablo Cody at August 24, 2007 2:41 PM

 

I Just Wanted to Fuck Someone Famous

In which Prince and I attempt to interface with two hot, straight-acting MySpace dudes.

I don't even know why I bother to blog anymore. It's so much easier to just link to Prince, especially since he's Mr. Finger-on-the-Pulse-of-the-Zeitgeist these days. By the way, I am going back to Blockbuster to claim my prize. Soon.

Incidentally, we brought Donovan with us that night. Jesus H. Cute! I NEED CLEANUP IN BOOTH C!

Posted by Diablo Cody at August 23, 2007 6:11 PM

 

Gum Review: Orbit Mint Mojito

Finally, a gum that addresses my very specific demographic: trendy, drunk, Mexico-adjacent garnish enthusiasts who consider fresh breath a priority!

I don't normally chew gum, because I'm so high-strung I have a tendency to chomp the wad aggressively. (Not only is this gauche, but I wake up with an aching jaw the next day. And everyone knows the only good reason for an aching jaw; gum it ain't.) However, I had to try this stuff. I like mojitos, like every woman between the age of 22 and 45. It's a cocktail that smacks of privilege; you can't buy a bottled, prefab mojito at the Kum n' Go. One must have freshly muddled mint on hand. All the elements sound so precious: Light rum. Sugar. Sparkling water. It sounds like a drink that should only be consumed by people whose whites stay white.

Therefore, I had to try Orbit's attempt to distill the essence of a mojito into a dry square of resin and glycerin. As I first caressed the gum with my teeth, the flavor was minty, mild. A second chew triggered the lime action. My mouth flooded with grateful saliva. The third chew intensified the lime and added notes of...rum? Seriously? Maybe I imagined it.

All around, a satisfying and delicious chew. P.S. Keep sugarless gum away from your dogs. I found Barnabas trying to eat a piece of this gum after I left it unattended. I pried it from his jaws and checked online; sure enough, Xylitol kills 'em dead.

(I was at a meeting last week with a rosebud-lipped ingenue and she ordered a virgin mojito. I had no idea that could be done. I would never do such a thing, but if you're inclined to keep your edge, give it a try.)

Posted by Diablo Cody at August 21, 2007 5:05 PM

 

Soon, soon, you're a balloon

Juno to be released December 14. (Big ups to Cinematical for the ongoing support.)

Other fun announcements to come. You know what? December 14 is not a messin'-around release date. It's kind of a scary release date. It's a we-believe-in-you release date. I believe in me, but I also believe in Crystal Light, so it seems my trust is easily won.

The title of this post is a reference to a Mr. Show sketch. I couldn't find it on YouTube (after an admittedly half-assed search), so you can watch this genius instead: Monks vs. Fat Kids.

Here are some questions I keep getting asked. My answers are in bold. Imagine a deep, authoritative voice.

1.) Have you seen the movie? Yes.

2.) What did you think? My eyes were rolled back in my head most of the time. PLEAZHURE. Seriously, it's hard to be objective about something you squeezed out of your own pores, but I will say that Jason Reitman should have SYLVANIA tattooed on his ass because he's so fucking brilliant.

3.) Michael Cera is going to be famous now. I knowz. He and Jonah Hill are on about a zillion billboards here in L.A. with their cutie-cute faces that I wish to seize and kiss. It's fortuitous that the rest of us slobs get to hitch a ride on this swelling wave of Cera-mania. I remember Mr. Cera talking about Superbad on our first day of shooting. But I didn't really think about it at the time, because my head had recently exploded and I was blindly plucking skull fragments off the ground.

4.) Where's Jonny? Right now? Somewhere in New Mexico, watching James Bond and eating PBJ on a Comfort Inn quilt.

Posted by Diablo Cody at August 17, 2007 9:02 PM

 

Rare and precious linkage

Prince Gomolvilas is a big-shot playwright who kindly deigns to speak to me on a regular basis. (Most fine-arts types reel in disgust at the mere sound of my cloddish footfalls.) Here is his awesome blog. You will be entertained, I assure you.

I am meeting so many cute people in Los Angeles it's sick!

Barnabas just mangled a NARS lipgloss tube with his teeth. Second makeup casualty this week. I can relate to his lack of impulse control, seeing as my belly is currently distended from five(!) slices of Pizza Hut Remorse Lover's Pizza.

Posted by Diablo Cody at August 8, 2007 10:58 PM

 

Photo by Louis Malle

Now that I own a scanner (yes, it's 1996 up in here), I can finally share a childhood photo or two with the clamoring masses. You begged, you pleaded*, and now ye shall receive.

Here I am in my flame-attractant polyester Underoos and Mom's red cowboy boots. I'm pretty sure I dishabilled myself in this fashion at least once a day, so it probably stopped being cute after the umpty-umpth "Look, I'm Won-dew Woman!" Sorry, family.

I'm squinting because I desperately need glasses, but no one has figured that out yet. My hair is best described as Time-Sensitive Blonde; that particular wheaten shade that eventually dims to brunette. You gotta love that Happenin' House of the '70s: the brickwork lineoleum tile the color of bloody stool, the quasi-ethnic tapestry hanging on the wall, the wooden switchplates, the ornamental wrought iron "cage" that my parents had installed after my brother did an Evel Knievel from the landing. And though you can't tell in this photo, the walls were a very weird texture, like egg white whipped into stiff peaks.

My ears really stuck out back then.

*In my mind.

Posted by Diablo Cody at August 5, 2007 3:14 PM

 

Comfort food.

Okay guys, given the circumstances, I think we could all use a cathartic chuckle.

That being said, here's one of the best things I ever seen on the Internet. (This one goes out to Quinn):

This dude somehow acquired his own Rock-afire Explosion setup and painstakingly programs Fats, Mitzi and the gang to perform custom jams. (For all you gearheads, here's how he does it.

Seriously, I can't even deal with this it's so amazing.

Posted by Diablo Cody at August 2, 2007 7:45 PM

 

Prayers, please.

Why do things like this have to happen? Seriously.

Jonny drove across the bridge less than an hour before it collapsed. I had no idea any of this had gone down until I attempted to place my usual evening call to to Chez Jonny and got that disturbing "all circuits are busy" message.

Love to everyone in MN.

Posted by Diablo Cody at August 1, 2007 9:23 PM

 

Snervous

"Scared + nervous = snervous" - Billboard grafitti on Melrose.

I have no idea why I pee so frequently. It could be the liquor.

Jonny is sketching with a pen right now. It's a crosshatch-o-palooza.

This chick by the pool looks like Elizabeth Taylor circa her second go-round with that rogue Dick Burton. All sloppy tittage, sunglasses and black Irish curls. Contrast/saturation jacked up to 10.

There is no shoe Barnabas won't face-fuck.

The sewers here say "Drains to Ocean," as if we're adjacant to some large, saline body of water. I'll believe it when I see it.

Posted by Diablo Cody at July 31, 2007 5:39 PM

 

More Awesomeness

Yes, I watched this back in the day. In my New Kids pajamas, balancing a Guys Next Door collectible cereal bowl on my knees.

Posted by Diablo Cody at July 25, 2007 7:50 PM

 

Brilliant.

This fabulous relic of the pre-postmodern era was posted to Defamer this week. I wonder if I could have worked in TV back then.* Everything seemed so sincere. Remember Christmas episodes in the '80s, when the entire cast of a sitcom would gather 'round the prop couch and wish you (yes, YOU specifically) a blessed holiday season? And I'd be like, "I LOVE YOU TOO, MESCHACH TAYLOR! TAKE ME WITH YOU!"

*Imagine, if you will, this alternate reality. Right now, Joanna Kerns would be in talks with Showtime. The kids would be OshKosh-clad moppets with puddin' bowl haircuts. Rather than Diablo Cody, I would be as "DiDi McCodes," a spunky female scribe plucked from the pizza-scented catacombs of the Alf production office. Laughter, love, and special guest stars are on the horizon!

Posted by Diablo Cody at July 23, 2007 5:34 PM

 

Product Review: District Cotton

I am a T-shirt person. I have at least 30 in rotation at any given time. I even have cotton-jersey bed sheets so I can feel as though I am swaddled in a giant T-shirt when I slumber in the arms of Morpheus. Figure 1A:

(Chihuahua was an unexpected variable. Note "action blur" as he dashes into frame.)

Living in L.A. has awakened my inner hippie. (Her name is Tangelo.) I've been riding my purple and pink beach cruiser everywhere--besides the actual beach, 'cause yo, who has time?--recycling bags like Diddy recycles beats, and even taking a prolonged break from eating animals. Luckily, Skittles are not an animal.

Anyway, my newfound crispity-crunchiness and lifelong love of T-shirts have found common ground in District Cotton apparel. It's softer than Mommy's tit, organique and fair trade. Gwyneth would approve.

My inorganic cyborg bosom cradled in organic cotton.

I like this one because it says "Factory Farming Stinks." Agreed. (If you're neutral on the subject, imagine your dog or cat's snout being sawed off with a hot knife. That's the reality of factory farming.)

Anyway, two opposable thumbs up for the comfy shizz. The hoodies are hot too. And if Princess Selfish of Planet Hedonia can grow a conscience, so can anyone.

Posted by Diablo Cody at July 20, 2007 12:07 PM