Okay... so I finally saw this week's Smallville... When they advertised that Clark was going to run into "The Flash", my first question was "Barry or Wally?" My second question was "Or are they going to do something weird and go with Bart?"
Oddly enough, they went with Bart but they turned him into some lonely, jadded street kid (who just happens to have fake ID's naming him after the three TRUE Flashes).
What the?
I can't speak for DS9 or Voyager, since I stopped watching them... but the series finale of TNG never leaves me bawling my eyes out like the end of B5 does...
Anyone ever wondered why I have a thing for villans...
Okay... so he's not in full costume... but if he were, I wouldn't be able to see his face...
So I was browsing Superhero Hype today and they had a blurb about the Spider-man 2 score. Wanting to know what it was, I clicked the link... To find the entire track listing of the Score...
WARNING!!! Do NOT go looking up the score to Spider-man 2 if you don't want spoilers.
GAH!!!
GAH!!!!! GAH!!!!!!!!
No don't end the bloody show just as the BIG fight's
about to start!!! GAAAAAAHH!!!! Evil, EVIL PEOPLE!!!! GAH!!!!!!
OOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just finished watching the 100th ep of Angel...
WWWWWHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Heh... Disney's already confirmed that they already have contracts with all principle actors for a Pirates sequel. That was such a great movie. I am firmly convinced that there are not enough pirate movies being made right now. And maybe the success of Pirates of the Caribbean will help that. That'll be good for me. I definitely need more of Captain Jack. Okay... Will Turner too but I don't know... he was just soo... NICE... and Jack was so... well, he wasn't mean or dirty or COMPLETELY dishonest, but he was just more interesting. Every time he was on screen I found that I had this big, stupid grin on my face. I can't help it... I like a good scoundrel... I mean, one of my favorite X-men is Gambit.
I feel kinda guilty endorsing a Disney product right now though, while I'm reading Fast Food Nation. Who knew Disney was one of the fathers of mass marketing?
I loaded up Kazaa tonight to download the Children of Dune soundtrack. It's not just that I can't afford to buy it... It's the theme song that's been running through my mind since last weekend. I know the mini series on Sci-Fi deviates from the books in places but I haven't finished Children of Dune to know how much. It doesn't really matter though...
It's predicessor, Sci-Fi's Dune mini series is what finally inspired me to start reading the books. The original movie of Dune was really corny and not that I didn't like most of the actors (Sting mostly naked ::drool::, etc) in the movie but in comparison, it's rather lame and doesn't do the first book the same justice the Sci-Fi channel's been able to do. Let's face it... there's some stuff you just can't cram into a 2 or 3 hour movie (cough *Lord of the Rings* cough).
I'm beginning to understand why these books are so classic. The ideas and concepts in those books are mind boggling. Mind bending really. There's a philosophy here... a take on philosophy, religion, war, peace, the human condition... And something very ancient in me that knows exactly what's happening.
There's something very ironic that Sci-Fi choose now of all times to air both Dune and Children of Dune... It's also depressing in a way, since this story is supposed to take place 10,000 years into the future and nothing about human nature seems to have changed. Humans did away with computers, most technology and supposedly became more suffisticated and yet there is still war and deception and greed. And yet in this one family's efforts to change humanity for the better are constantly misinterperated. Turned into gods and trapped by their own mythos, they are forced to destroy themselves in order to tear down what human kind has made of them... sound familiar? The curse of any prophet, messiah and decent person who happens to reach people and make an effort to get them to change, to see that things can't continue the way they are. And for a time, their words seem to reach until they're corrupted by religion and dogma and politics and government and institution.
So many statements in Frank Herbert's books ring true but one stays with me... speaking to that part of me that is as old as eternity itself: "When religion and government ride in the same cart, the whirlwind follows."
And I await the whirlwind.
I had this feeling when I woke up at 6am that I should have just called in sick but my sense of duty won out and I stumbled to work anyway.
Now I wish I'd stayed home. It's not that I'm sick, I'm just tired (which is mostly due to staying up and watching Children of Dune last night but I'll get to that later) and I don't want to be here. It seems like the more tired I am, the more I feel like this place is sucking the life out of me. I just want to go home and sleep. Or work on my script. I haven't done that in a while... I've been too distracted with The Sims, which is a lame excuse, but when you're dead tired, you mind doesn't want to concentrate on words and grammar skills and stories that you can't even think of at the moment because the plot lines seem so far away in your head...
5 minutes and I can go home I think. That will give me an even 8 hours if you include 3 and 1/4 hours I took off a couple weeks ago. Of course if it doesn't turn out that I'm leaving here in May I'll be completely fucked in the ass as far as sick time but I don't care right now. And I really hope it doesn't come down to that.
So Children of Dune... Very well done mini series. It digresses from the book a lot but it was actually well done. The only thing I had a semi problem with was that the children are now 18 instead of 9... Although the guy playing Leto is cute so I don't have that much of a problem with it....
But I'll deal more with my obsession with Dune later. Time to go and beg to go home I think...
And people complain that even ONE part of Lord of the Rings is too long!! Gods and Generals clocks in at 3 hours and
43 minutes... Just slightly shorter than Gettysburg, by about 17 minutes.
Am I going to go see it? Hell yes!! ....If I can find the money and the time.
I love the American Civil War... It's very possibly the only "modern" war that holds my interest. Actually, it's pretty much the only period in American history that's ever interested me. I know it's been overly romanticized by pretty much everyone but I don't care. I think it's the whole lack of mechanization that I like. When men still rode real live horses into battle. When our idea of "long range" was lobbing a cannonball across a field, rather than launching a missile at someone half way around the world. When generals actually LED people into battle, instead of sitting in a chair in somewhere, directing the battle from a safe distance.
It's sad really. In the beginning there were swords and knives. If you went to war, you knew who you were killing because they were right there in front of you. Sure, there were some projectile weapons but they had a shorter range back then. You could still see who you were trying to off. Then there came guns and cannons. Instead of fighting in hand to hand combat, the fighters began to distance themselves until this modern age of technology where we have guidance systems that and aim a missile at a flea that's sitting on a dog's ass.
And it's not that humans, as a society, are getting less violent. They're just finding better, more expedient ways of killing each other, with no moral recompense. If someone fires a missile at Iraq from Montana, they don't have to see the faces of the people they'll be destroying.
That's something to think about, if you consider what sets suicide bombers and men who drive airplanes into buildings apart from those who now conduct our wars. A man who walks into a crowd of people with a bomb strapped to him may be crazy, but he's going to get a good look at some of the people he's about to kill. And one can hope that if there's any sort of Karmic
justice in the world, that when the guy kills himself, he won't really be met at the gates of heaven by 70 virgins but, rather, he'll carry with him the faces of all those people he killed into whatever fate he is given.
Heh... Word is that The Matrix Reloaded is set to open on May 15th... Happy Birthday to me... ;)
Why am I here? Why am I working today? Oh wait... I need the money. I suppose I should feel fortunate that I'm working when others aren't... Right now though, it's just one big dose of BLAH...
Christmas was a bit of a blur. Mom and I (mostly me) spent 3 straight days baking, reaffirming that yes, I do want to be a pastry chef when I'm done with school. I'd rather be doing that than sitting on my ass here... but oh well. 8 more months and I'll be out, with any luck.
I started Summoner last night. It's a weird game... kind of like Vagrant Story in it's fighting engine but still weird... the THQ flat face thing makes it weird when the characters are actually speaking.
Went to see Two Towers on Christmas Eve. ::drools:: Lots of beauty in that movie. Beautiful scenery, beautiful effects, beautiful fights, beautiful men... And can I just say that Legolas is a total badass... I really can't be that much of a dwarf... I'm too attracted to all those elves.
The wind's been blowing like mad and I'm stuck inside where I can't enjoy it. :( It's also been blowing out the power here and there... unfortunately not in the building where I work... grrr... It did manage to blow one of my plants over though.
Two more days... I have to make it through two more days and then I get four whole days completely off...
Went to see the new Harry Potter movie with Esowolf Saturday night. One of these days, I really have to read those books... Anyway, it was much better than the first one, although it still felt a bit rushed. Kenneth Branagh was hilarious as Lockhart and Alan Rickman is sexy as hell. I do have to disagree with Mischa's opinion of Lucious Malfoy though, I don't think he's all that sexy... I don't know... I'm not really into the platinum blonde look... And he's way too snobby.
Maybe one of these days I'll have time to write a few reviews again...
Thanks to Esowolf, I've not only been introduced to a CD full of kick ass gothic music, my quest to find some new music has lead me to a couple of NICE stations on Live365.com.
::Goes back to listening to the Art of Darkness::
I indulged in my geekiness this morning by going into Hot Topic and picking
up a box of Spidy Snacks. The empty box now occupies a shelf on my desk...
right next to my blue Tron light cycle.
Can we say nerd? ::Nods head vigorously::
So... 25 really isn't starting to look too bad... I'm still going to need massive quatities of alcohol tomorrow, but that will come tomorrow, when I'll be donning my bar wench persona and hosting my own birthday bash. Food, drinks and music... there's little better.
My twin sent me a virtual card to let me know that she's still alive. Gods, I miss her. Things have been so hectic lately... for the past year, anyway that we haven't even spoken. She's off doing the responsible, married, adult thing while I'm running wild and running amuck... running into things, maybe...
On a happier note, I took care of my stock options today. In a few days, I'm gonna have a nice chunk of change... YES!!!
Finally, my review is pending but all I have to say about Star Wars right now is that YODA KICKS SOME SERIOUS ASS!!!
Well, that's it... Roswell's over. In a way, it ended as I expected it to... and in a way it didn't.
Part of me wants to cry because it was sad... and happy... and open to more possibilities...
But I'm not crying. I can't... and I don't know why... Isn't it funny how just a tiny little hormonal imbalance can let the smallest thing send me to pieces... while the rest of the time, I feel I'm about as much a stone hearted bitch as Esowolf thinks she is sometimes.
You know? She asked me last week when I became a romanitc... It was silly... we were playing a game... she asked me to guess the origin of a quote and I knew it without having to think about it. See, I really am a hopeless romantic at heart. I can watch a show... I can watch people I know and all I want is for people to get together... be together... maybe even stay together for a while.
I'm a hopeless romantic except when it comes to myself. Why? I don't know... I know there are times when I lie in bed wishing that all those blankets around me were someone warm and breathing... well, maybe not necessarily breathing, with the way my tastes run... The problem is that I don't always know who it is that's doing the wishing.
I'm actually still pondering that question Esowolf asked me months ago... What is the human in me afraid of? Is it the human in me that's afraid? Maybe it is. Then again... maybe it's the dwarf who's disoriented from being taken away from her family... her mines... whatever it was she left all those lifetimes ago. And it could be the dragon... it could be... even if she's been around for longer than eternity, I'm pretty sure that there's still things she's afraid of. Then again... maybe she's afraid because she knows what brought her to this and she doesn't want to face it again. Or it could be all three of us... Together, yet still separate and alone... Each of us wishing for something... Each of us fearing something... But having forgotten what it is we're wishing for... having forgotten what it is we're afraid of.
We... me... I... they... Ultimately, I think maybe each of us is afraid of letting go of something... We cling to it as if it were necessary to live... and maybe it is in a way, but what if it isn't... and what is this sense of panic that grips us like a vise everytime we try to loosen our grasp even a little. Is it the darkness? No, we've been there before... it's really not that bad... Is it the fires within us? We're not sure... Who knows... maybe there was a reason this body was born with four Tauruses in our chart....
And so, once again, the Oscars succeed in disappointing me. I can't believe Lord of the Rings lost... Well actually, I can, since the last time I had any respect for the Oscars was when Braveheart won. 4 awards out of 13, shit! I wonder how close the voting was. Obviously not enough members of the academy were able to grasp the magic of Fellowship.
In fact, the only area where I'm not completely disappointed is the award for best score. THAT one was well deserved, though I thought the vignettes of the nominees were too short to do any of them justice. But what do I know? The voters have probably already heard all five scores until they know them backwards and forwards. Who cares if the people watching the ceremony have a chance to recognize the pieces or not.
Well... fortunately, Lord of the Rings has one advantage over A Beautiful Mind... Lord of the Rings has two more shots at the Oscars. Time to start working that mojo on Two Towers all you fans of great fantasy films.
Now... there is one movie I was rooting for which WASN'T Lord of the Rinds and (Esowolf's gonna hate me for this) DAMMIT YEEESSS!!! Shrek beat Monsters Inc.!!! The movie which gave Disney the finger has proved its superiority to the world and I bet Katzenberg (sp?) is laughing his ass off right now. HA!! At least my night wasn't a complete waste!
Why am I still up? Oh.. yeah... Insomnia and mild pain drove me out of bed two hours ago... Oh, it's nothing serious... at least nothing several hours with a massus shouldn't be able to fix.
It turns out that my right shoulder is a bit of a mess. I have a knot the size of a golf ball sitting just above my shoulder blade and a few other knots running down my shoulder. Ironicly enough, the place that's in the most pain is right where I generally think one of my wings would be if they ever grew in... oh wait... I'm not actually a dragon... even though I actually am a lot of the time... If that makes any sense.
Gods! I need to relax!! I can't seem to remember when the last time I did that was. Even when I'm having fun, there's always this tension in me, like I'm never actually letting my guard down... Sometimes I think I'm just shivering because I'm cold, but everything in me is just wound so tightly.... I'd just like to be able to let go once in a while.
So... spent the last two hours watching disk 6 of Ceres. My Anime addiction strikes again. Heh... and THIS ONE'S Esowolf's fault for once... I don't know, for some reason I'm really drawn to this story. Maybe it's the idea that Ceres was imprisoned in this world against her will... I think some part of me identifies with that.... Or maybe it's just the dragon who's trapped here... I'm never quite sure. It's hard to tell sometimes when we're the same person and when we're acting as separate consciousnesses sharing this body....
Maybe I'm just crazy... Oh wait... that was established long ago...
Spent the rest of the time flipping stations. Caught Sabastian Bach hosting a show on VH1... Damn, he's still gorgeous. I still remember having a mad crush on him when I was twelve.
::Yawn:: maybe I should go back to bed....
Wow... last night was... wow... Esowolf, Mommy and I went to see Gaelic Storm in Santa Monica last night. Can I tell you? I LOVE this band. They are just awsome. I tell you, there's nothing like watching a bunch of guys (and one girl) play the way these guys do. It's just fun to watch and great to dance to. Not to mention these guys are funny as hell.
Of course it's to my great disappointment that we were only able to stay for the first set last night. And for the stupidest reason too... O'Brien's had a bunch (5 total) opening for the Storm... Sadly... these guys were proof that you shouldn't drink too much Guinness before going on stage. None of these guys were funny. They could only stay on the subject of sex and they were VERY raunchy about it too. It was so bad, I attempted to down a pint of Harp just to see if being intoxicated would make things better... It didn't work... I ended up tipsy, still not amused, and wishing someone would start throwing things at the comics (although that might have been a BAD thing considering that the band had their instruments set up on stage already.
So... the comics started late... Gaelic Storm started late... and their first set ended at 11:30... Esowolf, Mommy and I having to be at work the next morning... well, staying much longer wouldn't have been a good thing.
But at least I got to SEE the Storm play again. I got to remind myself of how cute Steve, Patrick and Stephen are... and Steve stepped on my foot... All in a good night's work...
It seems though that my reward for being out so late was a half day at work!! Okay so it wasn't a reward for going out and partying all night... The new guys in charge of the CS department decided that each of the leads would get to rotate 1/2 days on Friday and I was first. No problem... I finished up with my German project (long story... DON'T ask), signed off on most of my refund requests and left to take care of important missions such as paying my Macy's bill, which was due today and buying tickets for Lord of the Rings tonight...
You know? Tonight makes the third time I've seen this movie... I should probably work on my review this weekend...
BTW: And this is a first for me.... I'm starting my first
ever boycot of a movie. Err... first ever public boycot that
is. I've only ever truly boycotted two movies in my life: Disney's
Hercules and Batman and Robin... I finally saw Batman and Robin for
free and I can't believe I wasted two hours of my time watching that
shit. I still refuse to see Hercules.
Enter movie number 3!
A few friends of mine went to see a screening for "Queen of the
Damned" last week.......... It doesn't look good folks. It doesn't
look good at all. With reviews like "The next time you make a
movie adaptation of a book, TRY READING THE BOOK!!!",
I'm afraid to say that Hollywood has gone and destroyed one of my
all-time favorite books.
Here's what I know:
1. They've somehow managed to combine both Vampire Lestat and
Queen of the Damned into one movie.
2. The entire movie takes place the night of Lestat's concert... which
aside from some flashbacks is the only part of Lestat they
kept.
3. No Louis.
4. No Armand.
5. No Gabrielle.
6. Marius is barely in the movie.
7. No Magnus.
8. Nikki is barely in the movie and he doesn't play the violin....
Lestat does!?!?!?
9. They've combined the twins into one character.
10. Enkil is in the movie long enough to die.
11. No Jesse.
12. No Daniel....
There was more, but I've begun to block all the horrid details from
my mind... Whoever came up with this script has managed to distroy
or cut out all of my favorite characters, along with my favorite book
of the Vampire Chronicles. To that end, I tossed together a little
sign...
What a waste of an hour!!! If I ever needed to know why I don't watch Special Unit 2... last night was a damn good reason. Why did I watch last night, you ask? The trailers said that they were going to wake up a dragon who's been sleeping outside of Chicago. Dragon story line... I'm a dragon... it looked like it might be interesting.
If only...
FIRST of all... the show's description of dragons (eastern, western, native America, etc.) was that they were big dangerous and liked to destroy things. HUH?!?!?! Now I'll admit that sacking the occasional city or castle can be fun, but really! Next, apparently the dragon in the ep last night is what caused the great fire of Chicago and the only way to appease it then and in the show was to bury an Indian princess alive in a sacred burial ground. Now THERE's one I've never heard before. Don't the dragon stories usually involve the princess being held captive by the dragon? Why would a dragon want do bury one alive? There's no fun in that!!!
And finally, to add insult to injury, how does the dragon die (yes, they were obviously trying to kill this vicious, destructive monster who can only set fires and reek havoc)? He's killed by a shovel that is accidentally tossed into his mouth!! A SHOVEL!!! The dragon swallowed a SHOVEL and died!!!!!!!
I wasted an hour watching this last night!! I could have been bashing my way through the Meribian sewers in Lunar SSSC!!!
Wow... was that some serious PMSing or what? Yes.... I got an unexpected visit from my favorite aunt last night, which explains why I've been turning into a basket case of late. Fun, huh?
I hate when that happens. PMS = unnecessary stressing for this black dragon. And I mean I stress about everything from work to money to what I'm eating for dinner. Believe me, it's not fun...
So, in the end, I'm still poor, there's still weirdness at work that I can't really talk about, I still don't know exactly what I want to do with my life... but at least I'm not stressing too much about it... tonight, anyway. Of course the arrival of my new Atlanta Cutlery catalog doesn't help me with issue number 1. ::GASP!:: The Scorpion King's sword is for sale on the back! I hate being poor...
