welcome.
If you're curious, crazyknee.com is:
a personal Web page (a blog, even) created by Leanne H. Milway. The page was launched Nov. 1, 2000, the day she had ACL/meniscus repair performed on her right leg.
Hence the "crazy knee."
This page will be updated in some weekly way.

29 april 2002 . 01:01 am PT
It's much too late and I'm much too weak both mentally and physically to even pretend I can compose an entry worthy of your time and consideration. Still. Hi.

Tonight's musical selection is Tom Waits, "Closing Time." Lovely before-bed listening, all piano and heartache. And I just saw "Down by Law" at the Red Vic, directed by Jim Jarmusch, starring Mr. Waits, John Lurie and Roberto Benigni (!). "The more you know about movies, the more you're likely to like it" claims Roger Ebert. I suppose that's possible. I did, indeed, enjoy it. Even though the chick next to me had to climb over me twice during the film, knocking over my glass of water. She didn't bring me another one! Bitch! I'm easing into Jarmusch. He's growing on me. ("Ghost Dog" deserves another viewing like now. I still haven't seen "Stranger Than Paradise" either. Anyone want to offer words of encouragement? Invite me over for a screening on their large TV? We have a 13-inch screen here. I know I know it's a travesty. And get this: the CD player in my stereo went kaput. It's over, done, gone.) Hey, wow, if you need ideas for your next rental, check out Jarmusch's list of recommended films.

Another reason why "Down by Law" gets the thumbs up: It's set in New Orleans, Louisiana. Do you REALIZE that this crazy knee will be in the Big Easy by the week's end? Oh boy oh boy. (Pray for me.)

Other things: Daniel Packard, you made me cry. With laughter! I was thinking how laughter could be a great superpower: Wonder Laughter Woman gets her enemies all worked up in a stomach-cramping giggles, and slays them. Right when their eyes roll back in their heads from giggle ecstasy -- slay 'em. Slay! Slay! Ha.

New "Buffy" on Tuesday. Finally. Is anyone watching the last "X-Files"? I'm not.

"Y Tu Mama Tambien": hilarious, sexy, bittersweet. Hot hot hot. Note to self: Must visit Mexico, ASAP.

You are all fabulous. Yes, you: Special post-Saturday props to Mindy for the diabetic info, Margot for the late-night ride, Joe for reading this, and Cliff & Co. for the whipping demonstration. Yeeeeee-ow.

27 april 2002 . 06:50 pm PT
I wish I had something titillating to report or funny pictures to show you. But I don't. Do you care that I just stood on my head for two minutes? Probably not. Did you know that I'm listening to the Buzzcocks right now and they rock OUT? Yeah well.

17 april 2002 . 11:52 pm PT
Erika Greene, 20, dreamed of horses and a life as a housewife. Yesterday she won $58.9 million playing the lottery for the first time. Today she plans to sleep. Check out that picture of her making out with boyfriend Mike. [via Obscure Store].

17 april 2002 . 05:02 pm PT
I am extra exceptionally happy today because it marks the return of Mark Morford's daily email column. Look what he found for us: An AP story about "More young women, girls taking up the guitar." Pretty soon hip rocker chicks will be working the guitar store on Haight Street instead of longhair metal freaks who've never heard of Gillian Welch.

And -- big excitement here -- 826 Valencia, the pirate supply store/drop-in writing lab, is alive and well in the Mission. Co-director Dave Eggers (!) is already on the case and accepting volunteers.

17 april 2002 . 02:11 pm PT
Wooooo! So much fun has been had ever since the lovely and talented Kim "Brainiac" Fenn arrived from Chicago! In town for a cognitive neuroscience convention (hoo boy), she camped out on our couch and we laughed and laughed. Then we slapped our knees and talked about "the good ol' days" at the University of Delaware. Ah, Newark. You were so kind. Since John (a.k.a. glassonion.net) complained how he "never gets on crazy knee," I present you with these choice pictures featuring a mandolin (and Kim).

Other than pretending to be rock stars in John's bedroom (what else can you do, you know?) we hung out on big concrete things in Santa Cruz.

The next day we kicked dead jellyfish at each other on Stinson Beach. Truly, there are millions of these amazing turquoise creatures, tiny blobs with one jelly-like sail sticking out of their middles, dying all over the beach. I didn't take a picture because they were so gross. Eventually the sun calmed down and a chilly breeze chased the flies away. In the words of James Tate, "Speaking of sunsets,/ last night's was shocking."

We fed Kim crepes and got her nauseous on curvy mountain roads (poor girl has such a delicate stomach). Then we ate noodles and ordered pizza (two nights in a row we're that cool) before drinking a Corona or two. Went to spoken word; saw the Jayhawks. Then we took self portraits, like this, in which I become very nervous about my appearance. Do I really look like that? What's going on here? Who did this to me? When all I really want to do is be a rock star. Like everyone else.

09 april 2002 . 11:06 pm PT
Beth Lisick recently returned to her Buzz Town column (after having a babe) and I'm still trying my best to get on her invite list (she goes to all the hip events) by feeding her celebrity tidbits (that I steal from my contact at the Redwood Room). Check to see if next week she includes my report on Chelsea Clinton, Sean Penn and Kid Rock.

I love Cat's review of the new Ben Kweller album. I also enjoy the album, myself. Man, that kid is everywhere these days! But it's rare to see some young unknown play and think he's unforgettable (which is what happened when I saw Ben last year). All these 75-word album reviews are great, actually. Look here: this dude describes the new Wilco release right on. I'm telling you, it's amazing. Like Kavalier and Clay.

Kinda fun, especially for my peeps on the inside: Rating the women's magazines. See if you can guess which mag ran a feature called "Yes, you can wear baby pink!"*

Were you aware that Kenny is really dead? "I couldn't care less," says "South Park" co-creator Matt Stone. "I am so sick of that character." Poor little bastard.

07 april 2002 . 11:05 pm PT
Busy, busy! I finished my first All About Windows assignment and tomorrow I meet my contact (at the Starbucks on 9th and Irving) for a debriefing on my next project. Woo. Tomorrow also marks my first night volunteering with the Larkin Street Youth Center. Me, I'm going to inspire homeless kids to take the straight and narrow path toward independent living and clean clothes. I really have no idea what I've signed myself up for. My volunteer coordinator suggested I start a book club with the kids. Yikes.

A big hearty welcome to new blogger Knowitallgirl! She can knit.

"Fast Times at Ridgemont High" was at the Red Vic on Saturday and you know I had never seen that film before. Directed by Amy Heckerling ("Clueless") and written by Cameron Crowe (!), it's definitely a classic. Sean Penn is like so convincing.

Last weekend was an all-girl camping trip to Steep Ravine, the secluded and magical site on the Stintson Beach side of Mnt Tam. Here's where we pitched our tents:

It's also where we told secrets, ate s'mores and did each other's hair. I was the first one up in the morning (weird, I know) and was greeted by a pile of shit on the middle of our picnic table. Some woodland creature obviously did not approve of our antics.

That next morning we hiked around before sitting on the beach, eating french fries and getting sunburned.

* Glamour.