35 posts tagged “fangirl”
Squee!
In related news, I saw Iron Man this weekend and it rocked my face off.
It's so refreshing to see self-deprecation in a politician. Especially one who isn't using it as a campaign ploy; John Edwards isn't running for POTUS anymore and he's said he won't accept the VP spot if it's offered to him. I know he probably didn't write the jokes, but he delivered the hell out of them last night on The Colbert Report.
I expect the second season of the television series will be coming out on DVD any day now, and I definately am going to be buying it, so I thought I'd read the 2nd book first. Although I'm not sure how closely the series is following the book's storyline, it might be completely different. I kind of hope it is, because the mutilations in the book are so gruesome, just reading about them made me shudder; seeing them rendered in living color would probably give me nightmares for weeks.
There's one pretty big plot hole that's never, IMO, adequately explained; but in spite of that I enjoyed it. Lindsay's prose continues to improve as the series unfolds, and Dexter is even more of a loveably murderous scamp. His (spoiler!) accidental engagement to Rita and the revelation that her children may share a lot in common with Dexter have me looking forward to the next book.
It was entirely hand-drawn with felt markers!
It's not playing anywhere in town, but it's at the Berkeley Landmark Shattuck, which is like a block from the Downtown Berkeley BART station. Man, I haven't been to Berkeley in years. I think I'll take a day off work next week and make a day of it.
Are you excited for tonight's return of Lost? Too bad there's only 8 episodes in the can. Stupid writer's strike. (Note: I fully support the WGA, while reserving the right to be disgruntled that their strike is causing televisis interruptus.)
I kind of soured on the show during season 3, because I started to suspect the show's creators had no intention of ever answering the majority of the mysteries that had been raised. But a couple of weeks ago I came across this post on BoingBoing: J.J. Abrams TED talk: "Mystery in a box".
Abrams started his talk by showing a wrapped box he's owned for decades. It's a "mystery package" he bought from Lou Tannen's Magic store in New York. It has a big question mark on it. He's never opened the box and never will open it because he says the mystery of what's inside the box is more interesting than anything that might be in the box. "It represents infinite possibility; it represents hope; it represents potential... mystery is the catalyst for imagination... maybe there are times where mystery is more important than knowledge."
So no, we're probably never going to find out what that 4-toed statue leg was about, or why Libby was in the same mental institution as Hurley, or if Walt can command birds and control the weather and stuff. And you know what? I don't care. My brother says "Even if we never get any answers, I'll still have enjoyed the ride". I would agree with that, with the added statement that the show's abundant man candy makes up for a lot of unanswered questions. Hell, most of The Prisoner doesn't make a damn bit of sense to me (especially that freaked-out final episode), but I still want the DVD set.
So if you're only watching the show because you expect everything to eventually be tied up into a neat little bow, you should probably bail out now.
I finally got around to watching Bender's Big Score last night. I bought it on Monday but just didn't have any time to watch it this week. It was surprisingly good. I mean, I knew it would be funny, but it was also really well-written, with all kinds of seemingly random things coming neatly together in the end. Although, maybe I shouldn't be surprised at that, since the pilot set up events that didn't come to fruition until the 4th season. Groening and Cohen and the rest of the writers obviously planned long-term for this show.
Awesome continuity, too. The God Galaxy! Seymour! The Globetrotters! The NYC-blasting spaceships seen outside Fry's cryogenic tube in the pilot turning out to be Bender being chased by angry Swedes after stealing the Nobel Peace Prize! Al Gore! That last wasn't awesome continuity though, just awesome.
Saturday: First was the procurement of a Visa gift card. Those assclowns at LJ still haven't processed my money order, even though I mailed it a week and a half ago, and it was only going like 20 miles. Note to self: From now on only pay for paid account service with a Visa. Anyway, whenever they stop swilling vodka and eating potatoes long enough to do some work, I'll have a whole year's paid service.
I bought a $25 card. 6 months of paid service + 6 months of 100 extra userpics = $21, so I bought a tiny jukebox that plays Tibetan Buddhist chants with the leftover $4. I remembered seeing it on BoingBoing last week and couldn't believe it was only $4. I suppose this violates my 6-month "No crap" moratorium, but what the hell. It's only $4 and it's small enough to fit on a keyring.
Then I went to Borders, because over the course of 2007 I racked up a lot of Rewards Dollahs (or whatever the hell they're called) and they needed to be spent before the end of this month. I'm currently reading Mary, Queen of Scots, and the Murder of Lord Darnley, but I'm getting a little burned out on British royal history so soon after reading Queen Isabella. So I picked up some fiction that's been on my list for a while: Nightwood, The Remains of the Day, and Snow Crash.
I also got a lovely journal with a hardwood cover, and some nice pens, a couple of Pilot Varsities and Pilot G-2 Minis. Pilots are the bomb. There's nothing like a really good pen, it's one of life's simple pleasures.
I took this photo while I was waiting for my bus to go home.
Sunday: Nothing special, just the typical boring laundry, cooking, and cleaning. However, I did see and document this typical example of Newarkian fuckuppery. I swear to dog, it's like they rounded up every illiterate hillbilly in the Bay Area and herded them all into Newark, instead of shipping them to Arkansas where they clearly belong.
Monday: Cloverfield, baby! It was AWE. SOME. I actually gasped aloud at a few points. There isn't really anything new to do with the monster genre--it's pretty much flee, escape, hide; lather, rinse, repeat--but it was pretty damn scary and effective. I like that they used unknowns (I didn't know any of them anyway), because it made it seem like you really were watching a home movie. It's funny, but being able to see NYC get torn to pieces on screen without wincing is a return to normalcy of sorts: For the first few years after 9-11 I'd never have been able to watch that without getting ill, and I suspect I wouldn't be the only one.
I also saw the Iron Man trailer. While it doesn't look different or unique, in the context of comic book movies, I still really want to see it because I heart Robert Downey Jr.
Then afterwards I swung by Rasputin's and picked up Hary Potter and the Order of the Phoenix and Bender's Big Score.
I haven't done any needlework since I got home from Louisiana. I've felt totally cruddy and just not inspired. I still feel cruddy, but I miss it, so yesterday I started a small embroidery project. I still have Christmas presents to finish, but I wasn't in the mood to work on something I HAD to do. So I used some of my transfers to start an embroidered bandana.
I keep hearing snarky comments to the effect of "Why now?". Why not? There are plenty of people interested in another X-Files movie, believe me. It ain't going to lose money.
Interestingly, the news is that the movie is is not going to involve the alien conspiracy mytharc, and possibly won't have aliens at all, but will instead be more like one of the "Monster of the Week" episodes. This is good news to me, I always enjoyed the MofW eps the most. The mytharc was kind of boring and totally baffling; even after watching the old episodes over and over again in sydication I still don't really understand it.
In semi-related fangirl news, I found a recipe for Lost fish biscuits!
YAAAAAY!
The creators of MST3K have a new endeavour, Cinematic Titanic. They're going to be releasing DVDs and they've already started shipping the first one, The Oozing Skull. Hilariously, there may be delays of future efforts, because the copyright holders of the intended films claim to be worried about piracy. Uh, guys? The whole point is that these movies are so monstrously terrible that no one would want to watch them unless someone was mocking it the entire time. These movies would (rightly) be lost forever in the cinematic dungheap if Joel and Co. hadn't dragged them out for our amusement, you should be grateful.
...dear lord, I miss The Daily Show with Jon Stewart.