It's all the wrong I've done and all the wrong I'll do
I have a day off to enjoy tomorrow. There's a game in the evening, but until then I don't plan on moving at all. My feet ache so much from a weekend in projection. I was running the 8-14 side both days, which comprises almost entirely of Shrek and Eclipse showings. I am jealous of Tony, Lewis and Joe. They all got to start Inception shows and Inception, as mentioned in this journal previously, is something special.
It's bizarre that you wait and wait for films as good as this, and three days after Inception opened, a film of equally high calibre is released. I refer, of course, to Toy Story 3. Now I know some of you probably think you like Pixar films, but I honestly don't see how you could like them as much as I do. It's like when someone tells me Jimmy Eat World are their favourite band. Maybe that's true but you don't get them like I do. Or maybe no-one else gets me like they do. No one else will know my lonely dreams. No one else will know that part of me. And I get the same mix of joy and trepidation with Pixar films that I feel at every new Jimmy Eat World release.
If ever there was a time for Pixar to falter, this would be it. Ratatouille was something original, and maybe the appeal wasn't as broad as some of their previous works, but it was still a great film. Then came Wall-E, a film that goes 40 minutes without dialogue at the start yet still makes you love the protagonist. After that, Up, which I still maintain is the best film ever made. Another original concept, beautifully crafted to be as funny as it is emotional. This winning streak has to end somewhere and where better than with a sequel. More, a second sequel, even. Everyone knows sequels are bad. No-one would blame them if this film was only okay.
But it's not only okay, it's wonderful, so riduculously wonderful. My jaw hurt from grinning so much. I don't want to talk about the plot at all. I don't want to mention some of the fantastic new characters. I don't want to talk about how in love I am with the opening sequence, nor do I want to point out the places where you might not notice it referencing previous Toy Story films. I don't even want to tell you how clever the opening short film is. I don't want to tell you anything that might spoil your discovery of it. I especially don't want to tell you about the monkey and his crazy monkey face.
So I won't.
I guess I got home from work around half nine, quarter to ten. I had a shower and I sat on the sofa and read until I'd finished my book, Daver Egger's What is the What. I am very hungry, because I had no idea what the time was and I didn't want to move until I'd finished it. It is an excellent book, and quite touching toward the end. Though there are many unread books I have owned for quite a while, tomorrow I will start one of the ones my dad bought for me when my family came to visit last weekend.
You see, we went shopping. My sister works as a graphical textiles something or other. She told me and I have forgotten. Also, it is half midnight and through the course of today I have forgotten about half the words I should know. The company she works for sells a lot of it's work through the chain QD, which operate mainly in east England. Norwich has one so this was my mum's first chance to see some of my sister's products actually being sold. She was so proud; the perfect cliché of a mother, it was lovely. Then she took my sister to other shops. Neither my father nor me are much for shopping, so we retreated to Waterstones for an hour. I saw books I wanted but I am poor, so I need to use crafty and subtle manipulations to get my way.
"Dad, do you want to buy me some books? You know mum'll be spending loads of money on Eleanor."
Aha! My plan worked. I have Un Lun Dun by China Miéville and Handling The Undead by John Ajvide Lindqvist, author of Let The Right One In. I want to read them both. I want to have read them both already. I think I'll read Handling The Undead first, since I read a Miéville before What Is The What. After two books I have a passion for, I think I'll be ready for Hawthorne's The Scarlet Letter, another one of those books I want to read more to expand my knowledge of books and everything than for the pleasure of reading.
If you comment, in your reply please tell me what the nearest book to you is right now. For me it is Alan Moore's V for Vendetta. It slipped off my pillow and is now resting on my foot.
It is twenty to one, but I don't live by your 9-5 schedule, society, I play fast and loose and live by my own rules. I'm going to fry up some delicious Sweet Chilli Chicken in butter, not oil, and have it on a bed of rice. And while that's happening, I'm going to watch Teen Wolf because it was released on August 23rd 1985, and so was I.
It's bizarre that you wait and wait for films as good as this, and three days after Inception opened, a film of equally high calibre is released. I refer, of course, to Toy Story 3. Now I know some of you probably think you like Pixar films, but I honestly don't see how you could like them as much as I do. It's like when someone tells me Jimmy Eat World are their favourite band. Maybe that's true but you don't get them like I do. Or maybe no-one else gets me like they do. No one else will know my lonely dreams. No one else will know that part of me. And I get the same mix of joy and trepidation with Pixar films that I feel at every new Jimmy Eat World release.
If ever there was a time for Pixar to falter, this would be it. Ratatouille was something original, and maybe the appeal wasn't as broad as some of their previous works, but it was still a great film. Then came Wall-E, a film that goes 40 minutes without dialogue at the start yet still makes you love the protagonist. After that, Up, which I still maintain is the best film ever made. Another original concept, beautifully crafted to be as funny as it is emotional. This winning streak has to end somewhere and where better than with a sequel. More, a second sequel, even. Everyone knows sequels are bad. No-one would blame them if this film was only okay.
But it's not only okay, it's wonderful, so riduculously wonderful. My jaw hurt from grinning so much. I don't want to talk about the plot at all. I don't want to mention some of the fantastic new characters. I don't want to talk about how in love I am with the opening sequence, nor do I want to point out the places where you might not notice it referencing previous Toy Story films. I don't even want to tell you how clever the opening short film is. I don't want to tell you anything that might spoil your discovery of it. I especially don't want to tell you about the monkey and his crazy monkey face.
So I won't.
I guess I got home from work around half nine, quarter to ten. I had a shower and I sat on the sofa and read until I'd finished my book, Daver Egger's What is the What. I am very hungry, because I had no idea what the time was and I didn't want to move until I'd finished it. It is an excellent book, and quite touching toward the end. Though there are many unread books I have owned for quite a while, tomorrow I will start one of the ones my dad bought for me when my family came to visit last weekend.
You see, we went shopping. My sister works as a graphical textiles something or other. She told me and I have forgotten. Also, it is half midnight and through the course of today I have forgotten about half the words I should know. The company she works for sells a lot of it's work through the chain QD, which operate mainly in east England. Norwich has one so this was my mum's first chance to see some of my sister's products actually being sold. She was so proud; the perfect cliché of a mother, it was lovely. Then she took my sister to other shops. Neither my father nor me are much for shopping, so we retreated to Waterstones for an hour. I saw books I wanted but I am poor, so I need to use crafty and subtle manipulations to get my way.
"Dad, do you want to buy me some books? You know mum'll be spending loads of money on Eleanor."
Aha! My plan worked. I have Un Lun Dun by China Miéville and Handling The Undead by John Ajvide Lindqvist, author of Let The Right One In. I want to read them both. I want to have read them both already. I think I'll read Handling The Undead first, since I read a Miéville before What Is The What. After two books I have a passion for, I think I'll be ready for Hawthorne's The Scarlet Letter, another one of those books I want to read more to expand my knowledge of books and everything than for the pleasure of reading.
If you comment, in your reply please tell me what the nearest book to you is right now. For me it is Alan Moore's V for Vendetta. It slipped off my pillow and is now resting on my foot.
It is twenty to one, but I don't live by your 9-5 schedule, society, I play fast and loose and live by my own rules. I'm going to fry up some delicious Sweet Chilli Chicken in butter, not oil, and have it on a bed of rice. And while that's happening, I'm going to watch Teen Wolf because it was released on August 23rd 1985, and so was I.