So I'm misreading
Hilson as Hitler. I'm pointing this out because I am sick and think it should be mentioned that my head feels like scrambled eggs right now, which lesser people might take as a hint not to post, especially not in english but NO I WILL POST. Did I mention I also busted my shoulder this week? I busted my shoulder this week.
Summary of life during August and the begining of September:
- stuff!
- end of my internship
- more stuff!
- that time I felt horrible and was really sick.
- envying the only person I know who got to have real holidays.
But now it's all over and I've only got a few administrative things to sort out, so it's time to party. OH WAIT college starts at the end of the week. Don't misunderstand me, it'll be nice to see some of the people I haven't seen since June but C. won't be here this year, the other C. left for Asia as I mentioned, M. isn't doing the same Master and the list goes on and on. AND I BUSTED MY SHOULDER AND IT HURTS WHEN I BREATHE. So things could be better.
Because I want to keep complaining:
- Pride and Prejudice and Zombies sucked. Oh, god. I was so happy to get it and I postponed reading it because I had so many other books to finish but OH LORD WHY. It was just sad to see something which could have been so amazing be so pathetically bad. I mean, there's some bad pulp out there but you have to be a special kind of idiot to screw up Jane Austen and zombies.
- Re:Inglorious Basterds: I think the guys over at the Slashfilm podcast have a great point ie this is actually Tarantino looking back at his hyperviolence and deconstructing it by playing with the audience's expectations. Or he really screwed up, but it's a good movie anyway. The only thing that made me really sad was the way french was used in the movie - Tarantino, the guy known for the Royale with Cheese speech, gave us the most incredibly flat french lines. I watched La bonne année a few days after Inglorious and it made it all the more obvious (where did good dialogues go?). When I went to see Inglorious the first time, the theater was full and I ended up sitting next to a very nice elderly gentleman. At the end of the movie, he turned to me and explained that "you know, it didn't end like that in real life" and went on about WWII. Then we talked about Nazis leaving for South America. Tarantino's movies: bridging the generation gap with violence.
- Bad thing or good thing? I started watching Supernatural and I've sort of fallen in love with it. I mean, it's different from my creepy love/hate affair with House - the one that makes me scream at my computer screen when an episode is bad or I think something shouldn't be canon or something happens that makes me want to post in capslock about how the show is dead to me or alternatively SO AMAZING I HAVE STARS IN MY EYES*. No, my love for Supernatural is very different: whatever happens, I like it. There's nothing I expect from the show except pretty shots of Sam and Dean looking sad and scenes of disturbingly funny gore. And I love the female characters (even though they tend to die fast), so it's all good.
*I would like to say that my love for House disappeared when the show turned to soap opera in the 5th season but I just can't, it'd be a lie. I mean, if it had disappeared, I wouldn't feel the need to rant about bad choices, or decide to ignore some parts of canon, or feel pumped for the 6th season but I do even though I know the show is probably going to suck this year.
People, I'm telling you: sleeping with a busted shoulder is not easy. Just saying.