I Spam the Fandom Because I Can
Must hurry up and get to bed, but to make this GIP less GIP-y, I bring some news and fandom spam (the best of its kind).
Firstly, I finally resolved to go back and do Honours next year. What finally convinced me?
After one of the best church services in a long time, I ran into one of my favourite lecturers at the church lunch, found out he's still teaching and happy to supervise me next year, yay! I've started following that up, but can only do so much while the Honours Convenor is away. I feel better now that I'm no longer swinging back and forth on this decision. I'm going to ask around my office and see if they have any related topics they could use further research on from, say, an Honours student. It helps that I'm in the *perfect* section for collecting data for... any thesis.
So, you know what this means, yes? lyore has to follow up all *her* study inquiries, too. I'd been stalling my progress on the back of hers for weeks.
Secondly, and counter to all I was promised, the uni system seems to have locked me out. I wonder if it's wiped all record of me from the system, too? [really hopes not] And would you believe that I only noticed when I tried joining the ANU ALUM network on Facebook and couldn't validate my email? I blame the Facebook! I never Force Choked anyone before I found it!
Over the weekend I managed to sleep in and still go to the computer fair with lyore while necromage lay comatose in bed. After wandering around in the city and impressively coming out of JB Hifi empty-handed (I'd bought a tower of DVDs the night before), we came back to the house and sat down to watch the Supernatural season 2 finale.
This aired a few months ago, but we'd both been slack about following up the end of the season and knew we'd never get around to it on our own. With the new season of most series coming back soon (HEROES! YAY!), we deemed it high time to finish the season.
We sat. We snarked. Well, I snarked while lyore hid from the demon-y bits under the pretence of snoozing, and we were soon joined by necromage, reborn with the advent of pistachios. I had a fit of joy when I saw the figment of John Winchester materialising from the Devil's Gate to save his boys. THIS IS WHY I FIRST LOVED THIS SHOW. I ♥ the family, however dysfunctional and tortured, their Daddy will climb out of hell to save his boys. I nearly cried. I didn't have much opinion about John Winchester in life when he was on a demon-hunting sabbatical romancing Izzy Stevens in Seattle under the alias of Denny Duquette, but in death? John leaves his mark. And I cheer the man. Whoo!
I spent the rest of the weekend singing myself hoarse with the Choir Gang and knocking over that tower of DVDs. Among those I managed to watch were The Prestige and Equilibrium.
Let's start with The Prestige.
Having been spoiled by numerous people, I watched this movie with a pre-emptive first-viewer perspective. I think this 'edge' accounted for a lot of my dread in anticipation; I didn't come away feeling like I'd enjoyed the movie. Knowing what was to come in vague detail, the journey was the important part and I do think it was well done. I zoned out at the notion of two Christian Bales for a while. :DDDDDDD
When I came to there were nigh a hundred Hugh Jackman's! :D Alas, all dead, save one. I was quite surprised at his reaction to seeing his double (I'd love to dive into the psychology or philosophy of this, but I'm too tired atm). I think it's pretty logical upon reflection, but... I remembered at some point in high school having a fantasy of my double walking around high school. She would give me a bad name with a mountain of Terrible Deeds, I'd come in and kick her ass for making me look bad, but at the end of the day we conspired, oho ho ho. The moral of this story is that you have nobody to blame but yourself at the day's end, but I think I was willing to share my life and consciousness with another physical me.
In the end, so was Christian Bale's character. Although, I think he proved that life would much sucketh.
The moral of The Prestige:
a) Revenge is a Bitter Mistress, and
b) There Can Be Only One.
Let's continue with Equilibrium, coincidentally enough, also starring the Bale of Bats. No, seriously, it was unintended. He just keeps chosing roles in movies I want to see.
This movie was surprisingly enjoyable. The more I reflect on certain parts the more I like it.
Gun Katas. Although the Father's avatar of their society couldn't pronounce it to save his life, those katas when combined with a Matrix Trench are so very, very sweet.
Remember, children: violence is not the answer. That way lies a vicious cycle of emo-suppressants and bloody revolution to supplant the regime that championed resistance of bloody violence in the first place, but when you get down to it? This film suffered a breakdown in logic when the prologue ended and revealed its champions of justice bearing on the warehouse in less than placid fashion, guns at the ready and yelling with some might describe as... agitation? Battle readiness? Could that be anger flowing in ye veins? I think they dose their policemen with something different before raids.
And just to compound matters, the logic of this movie flailed like a drunk leech at the end while Bale distracted us with his Sunset Smile. I forgive him.
Mage and I spent most of the time playing 'Spot the Sense Offender' and shouting "ILLEGAL!" at the television everytime someone snarled or quirked their mouth.
Christian Bale was fantastic as a man re-discovering the tears that nature brings with its humbling majesty, fear at the raw power of his new emotions, wonder, joy, relief, and of course, pain. He plays both blank cleric and broken man so well. I love that his condemning act was saving a puppy. While he wrestled with the emotional dilemma of abandoning a contraband puppy, I just laughed as Mage was urging him to run over it and get back to the city of uniform cleanliness and manly gun katas.
I have less to say about Emily Watson, except she never looked so lovely as I saw her here and I wonder why I haven't seen more films with her? She was great! You stab that cleric! He killed Boromir!
Did I forget to mention that Boromir (known in some circles as the regular Sean Bean) was in his movie? He takes an early leave, but leaves him impression on the whole movie. Do I really have to say anything about this man? He doesn't have to speak a word himself and the camera still falls helplessly at his feet in adoration. All hail Boromir!
Seriously, go see Equilibrium. Fan and commiserate with me. Authorities say it wipes the floor with Ultraviolet and they do not lie (I really wonder why the director bothered with that failure after this reasonable piece?).
And now for something completely different -- Countdown! Excellent Doctor Who Season 3 macros. I want my Angel and Phonebox shirt now, plz.
And on the ending note to this post WHICH WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT, I bought a little wooden man. He contorts himself to my request and teaches me how to draw. I've been having a lot of fun drawing in my half-empty sketchbook from high school. I got a bit too confident tonight and tried drawing my Mom's profile. I couldn't finish because my hand was shaking with laughter. I explained to my Mom that the witch in my book was not actually how I saw her, but my pacer's betrayal of mine eye.
I'm currently experimenting with the basic building blocks of a person to ingrain how limbs naturally move and settle. Tonight I started turning him around in my drawings. Sometime this week he will become 3-D. Hopefully next week I can start putting flesh on him.
Three cheers for the man flesh. Whoop, whoop, whoop!
ETA :: Last spam of the night, I swear. The Dame Shirley Bassey sings a spy-themed cover of P!nk's "Get This Party Started" in a masque reminiscent of James Bond opening titles (I luvs teh masque). The Dame has class. She has a voice to put you to shame. And I wouldn't mind looking half as healthy as her when I'm seventy as well (yes, seventy).
Firstly, I finally resolved to go back and do Honours next year. What finally convinced me?
After one of the best church services in a long time, I ran into one of my favourite lecturers at the church lunch, found out he's still teaching and happy to supervise me next year, yay! I've started following that up, but can only do so much while the Honours Convenor is away. I feel better now that I'm no longer swinging back and forth on this decision. I'm going to ask around my office and see if they have any related topics they could use further research on from, say, an Honours student. It helps that I'm in the *perfect* section for collecting data for... any thesis.
So, you know what this means, yes? lyore has to follow up all *her* study inquiries, too. I'd been stalling my progress on the back of hers for weeks.
Secondly, and counter to all I was promised, the uni system seems to have locked me out. I wonder if it's wiped all record of me from the system, too? [really hopes not] And would you believe that I only noticed when I tried joining the ANU ALUM network on Facebook and couldn't validate my email? I blame the Facebook! I never Force Choked anyone before I found it!
Over the weekend I managed to sleep in and still go to the computer fair with lyore while necromage lay comatose in bed. After wandering around in the city and impressively coming out of JB Hifi empty-handed (I'd bought a tower of DVDs the night before), we came back to the house and sat down to watch the Supernatural season 2 finale.
This aired a few months ago, but we'd both been slack about following up the end of the season and knew we'd never get around to it on our own. With the new season of most series coming back soon (HEROES! YAY!), we deemed it high time to finish the season.
We sat. We snarked. Well, I snarked while lyore hid from the demon-y bits under the pretence of snoozing, and we were soon joined by necromage, reborn with the advent of pistachios. I had a fit of joy when I saw the figment of John Winchester materialising from the Devil's Gate to save his boys. THIS IS WHY I FIRST LOVED THIS SHOW. I ♥ the family, however dysfunctional and tortured, their Daddy will climb out of hell to save his boys. I nearly cried. I didn't have much opinion about John Winchester in life when he was on a demon-hunting sabbatical romancing Izzy Stevens in Seattle under the alias of Denny Duquette, but in death? John leaves his mark. And I cheer the man. Whoo!
I spent the rest of the weekend singing myself hoarse with the Choir Gang and knocking over that tower of DVDs. Among those I managed to watch were The Prestige and Equilibrium.
Let's start with The Prestige.
Having been spoiled by numerous people, I watched this movie with a pre-emptive first-viewer perspective. I think this 'edge' accounted for a lot of my dread in anticipation; I didn't come away feeling like I'd enjoyed the movie. Knowing what was to come in vague detail, the journey was the important part and I do think it was well done. I zoned out at the notion of two Christian Bales for a while. :DDDDDDD
When I came to there were nigh a hundred Hugh Jackman's! :D Alas, all dead, save one. I was quite surprised at his reaction to seeing his double (I'd love to dive into the psychology or philosophy of this, but I'm too tired atm). I think it's pretty logical upon reflection, but... I remembered at some point in high school having a fantasy of my double walking around high school. She would give me a bad name with a mountain of Terrible Deeds, I'd come in and kick her ass for making me look bad, but at the end of the day we conspired, oho ho ho. The moral of this story is that you have nobody to blame but yourself at the day's end, but I think I was willing to share my life and consciousness with another physical me.
In the end, so was Christian Bale's character. Although, I think he proved that life would much sucketh.
The moral of The Prestige:
a) Revenge is a Bitter Mistress, and
b) There Can Be Only One.
Let's continue with Equilibrium, coincidentally enough, also starring the Bale of Bats. No, seriously, it was unintended. He just keeps chosing roles in movies I want to see.
This movie was surprisingly enjoyable. The more I reflect on certain parts the more I like it.
Gun Katas. Although the Father's avatar of their society couldn't pronounce it to save his life, those katas when combined with a Matrix Trench are so very, very sweet.
Remember, children: violence is not the answer. That way lies a vicious cycle of emo-suppressants and bloody revolution to supplant the regime that championed resistance of bloody violence in the first place, but when you get down to it? This film suffered a breakdown in logic when the prologue ended and revealed its champions of justice bearing on the warehouse in less than placid fashion, guns at the ready and yelling with some might describe as... agitation? Battle readiness? Could that be anger flowing in ye veins? I think they dose their policemen with something different before raids.
And just to compound matters, the logic of this movie flailed like a drunk leech at the end while Bale distracted us with his Sunset Smile. I forgive him.
Mage and I spent most of the time playing 'Spot the Sense Offender' and shouting "ILLEGAL!" at the television everytime someone snarled or quirked their mouth.
Christian Bale was fantastic as a man re-discovering the tears that nature brings with its humbling majesty, fear at the raw power of his new emotions, wonder, joy, relief, and of course, pain. He plays both blank cleric and broken man so well. I love that his condemning act was saving a puppy. While he wrestled with the emotional dilemma of abandoning a contraband puppy, I just laughed as Mage was urging him to run over it and get back to the city of uniform cleanliness and manly gun katas.
I have less to say about Emily Watson, except she never looked so lovely as I saw her here and I wonder why I haven't seen more films with her? She was great! You stab that cleric! He killed Boromir!
Did I forget to mention that Boromir (known in some circles as the regular Sean Bean) was in his movie? He takes an early leave, but leaves him impression on the whole movie. Do I really have to say anything about this man? He doesn't have to speak a word himself and the camera still falls helplessly at his feet in adoration. All hail Boromir!
Seriously, go see Equilibrium. Fan and commiserate with me. Authorities say it wipes the floor with Ultraviolet and they do not lie (I really wonder why the director bothered with that failure after this reasonable piece?).
And now for something completely different -- Countdown! Excellent Doctor Who Season 3 macros. I want my Angel and Phonebox shirt now, plz.
And on the ending note to this post WHICH WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT, I bought a little wooden man. He contorts himself to my request and teaches me how to draw. I've been having a lot of fun drawing in my half-empty sketchbook from high school. I got a bit too confident tonight and tried drawing my Mom's profile. I couldn't finish because my hand was shaking with laughter. I explained to my Mom that the witch in my book was not actually how I saw her, but my pacer's betrayal of mine eye.
I'm currently experimenting with the basic building blocks of a person to ingrain how limbs naturally move and settle. Tonight I started turning him around in my drawings. Sometime this week he will become 3-D. Hopefully next week I can start putting flesh on him.
Three cheers for the man flesh. Whoop, whoop, whoop!
ETA :: Last spam of the night, I swear. The Dame Shirley Bassey sings a spy-themed cover of P!nk's "Get This Party Started" in a masque reminiscent of James Bond opening titles (I luvs teh masque). The Dame has class. She has a voice to put you to shame. And I wouldn't mind looking half as healthy as her when I'm seventy as well (yes, seventy).
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