Monday, May 28, 2012

Me & Mr. Eloquence

Urgente du Dangereux

Okay, this post is an urgent one1 because I keep having the same exact thought whenever this damned commercial keeps playing on the wonder that is television.

Just a few days ago, I was idly attempting to write my first blog post in what seemed like a decade of writing, when all of a sudden I was hailed by my wondrous sister to join her in the activity of family time by the television set. Unfortunately for me, the channel was turned to American Idol. Yes, I succumbed to the two hours of howling and screaming from various "wannabe" musical artists (I say "wannabe" because they really do want to be musicians), to eventually have tears stream down my face as What's-his-face attempted to perform his first single while fighting back his tears of joy. Let's just say my stream of tears became a river.2

But that's not was has made this post so urgent for me. While watching said television series, one commercial struck me with such "Ooo...Ahh...I'd tap that," that it needed to be spoken of.

Ladies and Gentlemen (or Hello, less than ten people that read my blog!), I am completely smitten with the Apple commercial of John Malkovich. Yes, you heard correctly. Apple commercial.

John Malkovich Apple Commercial

I know what you're instantly thinking... "John Malkovich?... THE John Malkovich?... John Fucking Malkovich?..." Yes, John Fucking Malkovich. Yes, John Malkovich, who is fifty-eight years old and is actually old enough to be my father because my father is only fifty-three. Yes, THE John Malkovich from the film Being John Malkovich in which I've never seen, but people tell me it's a good movie. Yes, him. I know.. To me, it's slightly appalling and enthralling at the same time, but I can't help it. Here's what happened.

For those of you that have not had the chance to look upon this fascinating commercial, it's basically just propaganda for the iPhone 4s' feature of Siri, because in all actuality, no one uses Siri. Now, I speak, not from a numbers point of view,3 but from experience. Out of all the people that I know that have an iPhone, none of them use Siri. First of all, if you have the slightest hint of an accent, Siri will understand NOTHING you say. For example: I'm still trying to get Siri to look for local escorts whenever I say the phrase "I'm horny." The only thing Siri has contributed to my life is sexual frustration.

In the commercial, John Malkovich proceeds to ask Siri a question. In fact, he just says one word, "Life." (Now, there are two versions of the commercial out there; one with the meaning of life and the other with just a series of straightforward questions.) It doesn't really matter which commercial you see (though I'm quite taken with the "Life" one) because in both of them, Malkovich exudes style, sophistication, and just utter "damn-that's-hot" attitude.

I've seen some of Malkovich's films; Dangerous Liaisons, Con Air, The Man in the Iron Mask (I know this selection may not be his best works, but it's just to prove the point that the commercial isn't the only place I've seen him act in) and there's always been something about him. He has that "je ne sais quoi" trait.

In the commercial, Malkovich sits, tailored to the tee, in a grey, light-pinstriped suit, that sits on top of a blue dress shirt with an elegant, vertical pattern, and a ditsy, floral tie that adds just the right punch of color for a man of his stature and style. Surrounded by a sophisticated and modern ambiance that could pass as his study, he is situated in the middle of the room, window drapes opened to let in the sun. As he proceeds to ask Siri his question, she responds with her more-than-perfect answer. He, in turn, remarks on the exceptional answer Siri has provided and goes ahead to thank her in probably one of the most articulate and picturesque4 ways of doing so.

I have no idea if this is portraying his actual persona, but if it is, then all I have to say is "Oh My." My reaction was a mixture of being stunned, turned on, curious, melodramatic, and overall just baffled by how this man made looking good, charming, and cultured so effortless. Stunned because I've always found something interesting about this fascinating actor, turned on because a man in a suit with that form of speaking and eloquence gets my motor running and ready to break all sorts of traffic violations (No help needed from you there, Siri.), curious as in if he actually acts this way, melodramatic because I felt slightly lonely and I was still recovering from What's-his-face's performance, and baffled because he's fucking fifty-eight years old and I completely want to sit on his lap.

So there you have it, my confession to being enamored by a fifty-eight year old actor, who still looks great in a suit and speaks with such chivalry and eloquence, that I cannot help but think of him in dirty ways.



1 In terms of urgency, the first fourth of the post was written right after my last post. Unfortunately, things ensued in my life and I am currently finishing this post three days later than intended. So I currently have a new meaning to the word "urgency." It means "not that urgent."

2 Yes I did buy the man's song on iTunes. Don't judge me.

3 Because the number might differ than my experience and that I actually don't work for Apple, this part of the post will not be calculated, statistically or truthfully. And no, I'm not going to go through the Internet and research if I'm right or not. This post was meant to be urgent and it shall stay that way.

4 Picturesque in terms of that a man of his prestige only exists in the cinema. If there is a man with these traits, minus the huge age difference, please notify me and I will send you an application for becoming the man of my dreams. Thank you.

Friday, May 25, 2012

Terms of Use

Greetings from Le Chat Dangereux!

"So where is this bitch going with this?" This is probably the question most of you are asking yourselves, although the statement may vary if you actually care or not (I know I'm a slight bitch; there's no sugar coating it). Considering that you're actually taking the time to read what I actually have to say (which I know is precious time to all; here's where the slow motion would come in handy for facial reactions), I would just like to give you a little high-five.

See? There. You missed it. I'm not raising my arm again.1

In all seriousness, because seriousness is key to making blogs interesting and fun, I thought it would be a nice gesture on my part to let you all know what you can expect from Le Blog du Le Chat Dangereux.

Yet, as I found myself writing this little post of future tidings, I began wondering, "What the fuck AM I going to write about?" In actuality, as I have spoken with the few people that actually read this blog, I'm writing in it for the same reason I write in my Day One Journal app, priced at $1.99, currently sitting on my iPhone; because I believe that I still have not used the app enough to say that those two dollars have transformed my life and my mobile phone for all eternity. In blog terms, the three hours and a half I spent making simple graphics and modifications to my blog and profile need to be justified.

Maybe some other time I will tell you the origin of Le Chat's blog2 along with the countless social media presence out there under that name that currently takes up space in their website's prospective servers, collecting dust and acquiring the name "Ghost Town" to all who pass.

But for now, I have strayed and shall continue on the path of, "What the fuck am I writing about?" I've thought long and hard3, and came up with one answer; everything.

Yes, it is that simple. Everything and anything that just pops into my head and that I feel deserves to have the time taken to actually be written down and accompanied by a graphic, handmade by me. My life takes pretty interesting turns, my dreams are just complete asshole situations, and my relationships may not always leave you wondering "What the fuck?", but they can sure confuse the shit out of you. Along with musical findings and movie reviews (or more tirades on how attractive the men are and how unrealistically achievable it is to possibly be in any type of cinematic situation), who knows what else I'll come up with along the way.

All I can say is stay tuned.

And with that I bid you Adieu!4



1 No, I'm not that mean. If you'd like to high-five me in real time, please let me know in advance and I will begin to prep for raising my arm.

2 Actually the origin of the blog isn't some epic story where I battle dragons and rescue some effeminate prince. Nope, its something more boring than that, so when I do actually write about it, I will assure you that I'll make it as long and agonizingly painful as possible. Hugs!

3 In reality, my thought process lasted for about a milli-second. And for those of you science enthusiasts out there, I don't care how long it ACTUALLY took me to process a thought. That's what it felt like, even though I have no complete conception of how long a milli-second really is.

4 Yep. That's was just another French word in yo5 face!

5 I may exude a few, what they call, "gangster" terms. It's part of my life. My street name is "Wordsmith" and let's not even discuss my street cred.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Qui est Le Chat Dangereux?

Le Chat Dangereux (Feline Form)

Well, first of all, Le Chat Dangereux is not of French descent, origin, or by any other means of French lineage. In fact, the only French influence that Le Chat Dangereux has acquired throughout her existence is that of her five years of attempting to learn the language and then proceed to fail miserably at keeping up with it. Her alias is a homage to her "French roots", so to say, and an attempt to give justification to the five wasted years of having learned nothing at all.1

Le Chat Dangereux is not a daredevil in any aspect of her life, yet the same can't be said for her driving abilities.2

She does not have David Bowie eyes, although there are a few photographs out there that this statement can be argued with.3

She doesn't enjoy long walks on the beach unless it is during the hours of 12 a.m. to 3 in the morning, when the winds howl near the ocean and the sand doesn't feel as sticky as it should be.4

Le Chat Dangereux likes her fonts to be of 8 pt. size or smaller, yet realizes that this may be the reason that her vision is a -6.25 on both the left and right eyes.5

She is well aware of the close significance of her choice of alias. So to touch base on the matter, there will be no talk of pussies, dangerous or otherwise. 

She is not a virgin, so there might be talk of pussies, dangerous or otherwise.6

Le Chat Dangereux is currently available and feels that the opposite sex should have the same sentiments as her confidantes have; that she is an awesome person who deserves to have someone give it to her right every night.7

She isn't the prettiest girl in the world, nor the ugliest. She just has this face, that comes with a pair of lips, one nose, and two eyes. Along with this face comes a set of ears attached to the sides, hair that extends down to the tip of her shoulders, dyed half in blue (currently), and a smile that could still your beating heart.8

She enjoys viewing moments in life as if they all deserved their own cinematic exposure and feels that life would look much more attractive if there was an option of movement in slow motion.9

She is a friend, although she doesn't have many; a lover, although she currently doesn't have anyone to love; a fighter, mentally she's fought the world; and a mother, in terms of "one badass motherfucker."

Qui est Le Chat Dangereux?

Elle est moi.



1 If asked, she attributes this to it not being her fault, but that of her instructors who didn't teach her how to completely express herself in this romance language using social situations. Instead, they taught her how to write it. So basically, don't expect Le Chat to come up to you speaking in fluent French, but do acknowledge the fact that she can write the hell out of it in letter form.

2 Drivers who see pedestrians as points should not be allowed on the road, unless they are contributing to the overall evolution of mankind by weeding out the bad ones.

3 She enjoys and is amused by this little tidbit very much.

4 She hates sand. It's a passionate argument and I wouldn't bring it up if I were you. 

5 Vision is worsening as we speak. 

6 In terms of relationships and sexual encounters/escapades or phrases, Le Chat Dangereux is, for a lack of better words, very heated in her discussions of the opposite sex. In other words, she has no boundaries. For instance, ass-raped: how she feels on a daily basis when automobiles drive too close to her car from behind.

7 Although every night may seem excessive, this is the current frequency in which Dangereux feels she should be pleasured to.

8 Smile could be a mechanism of attack, so be mindful. 

9 Although this notion could potentially ruin time as we know it, at least time would look good being ruined.