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.

27 april 2001 . 11:07 am PT
Do you realize that Bruce Springsteen sang "Blinded by the Light" back in 1973 in which the much-disputed lyrics sound more intelligible? Sounds like "... cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night ... " and look! I found the lyrics! and that's it, that's it. Whew.

25 april 2001 . 11:23 pm PT
You'll notice I have posted no new pictures. This is because at this party I was at over the weekend? I went a tad crazy and was snapping pictures all over the place, in bathrooms, in dark basements, behind plants. It was ugly. Real ugly. The next day I put the camera away, to let her cool off and forgive me. We'll be together again soon. I can feel it.

Last night we went to see "The Manchurian Candidate" at the always-amazing Castro Theater (I scored free tickets, thank you Citysearch). And now I really feel like I should play a game of solitaire. Ha! See, you would only get that reference if you had seen the movie. The best line in the film is Janet Leigh to Frank Sinatra on the train: "Do you speak Arabic? Let me put that another way. Are you married?" Ha! What if Rebecca De Mornay had said that to Tom Cruise during the train scene in "Risky Business"? Now that would have been sweet.

I suppose this is the All-Movie Update because I was going to mention how we saw Fritz Lang's restored "Metropolis" the other night. It was also at the Castro Theater, at a sold-out screening. The guy who plays the organ before every show was pounding on the keys for the ENTIRE 3-hour (otherwise silent) film. Way! Also, all the dialogue, written out in German, was translated out loud by some professor. Sometimes he would mess up, and we would giggle! The best part of "Metropolis" was when the evil robot Maria (there is a good, human Maria as well. Of course.) does this amazing cha-cha dance to lure the "workers" into destroying the machines (or not? does the robot like the machines? I can't remember because the movie is long and really fucked up), and it cuts to images of all these dudes making ridiculous googly-eyed lust faces. We all just laughed. Especially when they tried to burn Maria at the stake and her skin peeled off so you could see her true robot form. Yes, this film was made in 1927.

All this movie-going was due to the SF International Film Festival. Do you have any idea how much I love the film kids? The scores and scores of film snobs who are always reading the NYTimes before the film starts, or who talk to each other in their art-school glasses about that crazy scene on the train in "The Manchurian Candidate"? It's too bad they have never officially let me in their group. Jen says I don't have the right shoes. Maybe if I flash them the Queen of Diamonds they'll introduce me to the inner circle (that's another film reference! I am so very funny! Probably, though, I just need to brush up on my Jedi mind tricks.). Anyway, because of the Film Fest, Winona Ryder was spotted around town and I just know she wouldn't let me in her posse. She can hang with Keanu (spotted at Crepes on Cole! "Matrix" sequels, you know, are filming over in Oakland), I don't care.

I'm going to stop the drivel now. I suppose I could put some links in this entry, but I am so very confidant that if you really really want more information about any of the things I've mentioned, you are smart enough and you are good enough to find it on your own. I mean that. And don't forget: to get the hands and the brain to work together, we must rely on the heart.*

18 april 2001 . 10:34 pm PT
Hi. Tonight we present the All-Food Update. This could be because we ate McDonalds tonight (meal deal #7, the crispy chicken, mmm) after a 2-month boycott (last time, the McD grease made me _so sick_. I can't begin to talk about it. As a human, I like to forget pain like that exists because otherwise? it's too hard to go on). This update is also all about food in honor of my roommate Kristina, who cooked dinner this past Sunday for 11 people. ELEVEN! Tonight is also about food because I somehow, randomly, found this picture by William Eggleston.

***Two hours have passed. I ate pasta & sauce left cold on the stove by my roommate; I watched half of a bad "Felicity" episode (I mean, it's been months since the show was on, and that's what you have for me? Pah. "Buffy" forever.); I talked on the phone. Now ... now ...

If you were hoping for a lot more, so was I. So was I.

13 april 2001 . 10:22 am PT
This has probably been around forever, but it's Fun Enough: quotes from "Star Wars" substituting the word "pants." I mean, who doesn't need silly pants quotes on a Friday? Maybe you'd like it better back in your pants, your Highness . . .

12 april 2001 . 01:42 am PT
Who has their taxes done? Show of hands please? What the hell, why do we have to fill out so many oddly named forms?

All questions, very little answers.

This afternoon in the office, caught in a fit of utter desperation, I turned back to ye old pitas page (a.k.a. the Wonder Box) and made a few updates. So if you're looking for more half-assed crap by me, click through. Yes, it takes another click to get there. SO WHAT? I can't update the Knee from work (b/c I tried Blogger, the very hip web-publishing application (that recently lost all it's funding. naturally.)) that one time, very quickly, and screwed things ALL up. Luckily, I knew this would happen. I'm psychic like that. So, anyway, Blogger tried to destroy the Knee, but I managed to save the entire operation. And that is why I am forced to update the Wonder Box from work, and the Knee from home. I always make things too complicated.

New music I'm listening to, due to the influence of music.msn.com (and I'm completely serious here. this all happened in the last two days. I listen to streaming music on the MSN stations, and all of a sudden I'm downloading song after song from Napster (don't let it ever be over), and spending all my cash on cds. I beg friends to burn discs for me (David Byrne's Rei Momo); I troll Craigslist for concert tickets (and baseball tickets, but that's another story.)): the Kostars (side project of Luscious Jackson), B'ehl (girly pop folk), Swag (side project of Wilco's Ken Coomer, among a bunch of others), the Delgados (scottish pop. probably), Salako, Arab Strap, St. Germaine, Cannanes + Steward . . . *she stops, panting*

Here are three campfire pictures, shot deep inside the log on a windy mountain night. I can't decide how I feel about them at all. (Just thought I'd make that clear.)

Can we talk about how Kozmo.com [link removed because we "cannot find server"] is over? I tried to get a fricking Lars Von Trier movie delivered this evening, and all of sudden it's just not possible! But, hey, never you mind, b/c everyone is on fuckedcompany these days. We love you, Miss Internet! My how you tease.

09 april 2001 . 12:44 am PT
Is there ever enough time? Will there ever be enough time? Luckily, there's still time to steal mp3s from Napster. I just grabbed all the David Byrne tracks I could (yes you can get songs from the "Between the Teeth" concert video, not available in stores!) because just today I bought tickets to see him at the Fillmore. I also bought tkts to see Built to Spill (finally). And to Fritz Lang's restored "Metropolis" at the Castro Theater. Speaking of movies, after work today (and I have to get up in approximately six hours to make it down south in time . . . and I again have plenty of work to do, can you believe it) I plan on catching "Dancer in the Dark" because no I haven't seen it yet and yes I love musicals and Bjork's Oscar dress was kickass and this article in the Times today says Lars (the director) is something else alright. All this depends on if I can make time. When will I have time to write an email about Shutterfly.com to that guy with the parrot at the party? Will I make enough time to update the books page (just the other day I started Wallace Stegner's "Angle of Repose")? Is there enough time to write words even one bit as moving as the spoken word I heard at the Justice League just tonight? Will I manage to schedule "make friends with the guy that looks like Beck" time this week? What about all the ways I want to tell you how magical it is to camp out on Mount Tam? Here's a picture. And that does little to explain. I did take time to snap a shot of the "Full House" houses today. Take a look. But it's not enough! Never enough time, never ever enough time.

One day? After the mental breakdowns fade and I figure it all out?

As David Byrne might say (did say!): let the poor boy dream. Yes.

Shout out to KIM FENN in Denmark, she wants everyone to know she's doing more than fine! And (subject change) how do you feel about me saying French things like "oui" and "ici" all the time? Good? Bad? Fuck me.

05 april 2001 . 12:55 pm PT
Right this very second I'm supposed to be writing a story about celebrating Memorial Day online (like, wow) but instead I am cropping pictures. Wouldn't you?

The other night I sat semi-cross-legged on the floor (the knee doesn't like to bend like that for very long) as DAVE EGGERS read heartbreaking things, wiped his nose with the back of his hand, gave away a Journey cd to an uninitiated audience member, etc. Dave, damn him, has that one constant dimple in his right cheek and he somehow managed to get final approval of all things related to The Movie of the Book. I mean, he gets to pick the scriptwriter, even. He's so Hollywood now. But: we love him.

And: go see "Memento." Good stuff. And there is a diabetic sub-plot! My favorite. Oh, AND there is a cameo appearance by Thomas Lennon, formerly of The State (on MTV). ! ! ! !

I have to stop this mess, right now. I need to write this story before I can go camping on a California hilltop. I have many stories to share (keep your eye out for Shopping with a 19-yr-old Ghetto Co-Worker) but no time (never enough!) so here is an old (and supremely blurred) picture of me & Betsy buying the same shoes (before the clerk told us to stop taking pictures b/c we might give away shoe design secrets, or something):

01 april 2001 . 12:46 pm PT
Clocks back!

In other news, do you like movies? I do. Heard of film critic Pauline Kael? Sure, you probably have, if you answered "YES" to the last question. But have you ever read her movie reviews? She wrote for the New Yorker for years and years, and she has books upon books featuring these columns. She is tough on movies, but so right on, so strong. I recently picked up one of her movie review books (used), "Movie Love, Complete Reviews 1988-1991" (all her books have gay titles). She trashes works like "Dead Poets Society," "Field of Dreams," "Dances With Wolves" (poor Costner) and "The Accidental Tourist"; she effusively praises "My Left Foot," "The Fabulous Baker Boys." Kael's history is quite fascinating, read it here. She's the only movie critic to win a National Book Award, as well.

One thing she says that sticks out strong (I just looked through the book and can't find the passage. Damn me, without my highlighter!). Ah, here it is: "Being able to talk about movies with someone -- to share the giddy high excitement you feel -- is enough for a friendship." She's so right. Movies can (should?) entertain, excite, improve us. Same with books, music, friends.

Who wants to talk?

Ohhhh: Johnny Depp. NYTimes says the former "one-man orgy of abandon and excess" speaks in a voice "smooth and seductive as chocolate pudding." Ha. Depp reports that he's "on a cushion of air" since his baby daughter (Lily-Rose) was born.

Which reminds me: I must run. Baby showers and beers this afternoon. Yup.

*It's another film reference! Hahahaha. I am so funny. Yeah, it's from "Metropolis." Woo fucking hoo.