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So, World of Warcraft.
It rocks, thanks for asking. I've been running around with my Gnomish Rogue Gyro McSprocketwire, either collecting items from corpses or just plain butchering various representatives of the multifarious menagerie of misfit miscreants (God, that felt good to say) that make up antagonists in the game. That is when I'm not mining copper ore to use in the creation of various entertaining clockwork steampunk-type devices. Mechanical squirrels. Oh yes.
Aside from that, the impending doom of the end of year 2 is upon me. Two out of the three exams I've been given look like they're going to be fairly taxing, and having to turn up in what is my equivalent to your "middle of the night" isn't going to help my train of concentration either.
Aside from that, I need to sort out the sticky process of moving my shit from Foresters' to the new Jim-Cave at Marsh Lane. I may have to coerce Lawrence the elder into bringing the jeep over because chances are I'll take the path of least resistance and just cart my shit home while leaving a box of comics or the like at the new place as some sort of mark of territory.
I dunno if I've mentioned this before, but I purchased pans a while back and have begun to use them in the concotions of truly epic amounts of spaghetti bolognese. While I'm not yet 100% on ratios and amounts and consistently generate enough food to comfortably feed 2 and a half people, on the other hand, having eaten that much I generally don't need to feed again for a day or two. As I speak, there's a small mountain of spaghetti sitting in my stomach, softly massaging the lining and reassuring me that I'll never have to eat again.
The other night I went to go see .
As a fan of the book I'd been looking forward to seeing it on the big screen and I'm sad to say that I found it disappointing. Don't get me wrong, it was funny enough to make me crease up in a tiny ball at points, but it was just missing something.
I always felt it was a very British sort of story. Why the Christ they decided to yank it up, I will never know. Zaphod Beeblebrox was so very irritating that I wanted to break the fourth wall from the outside and jam the Heart of Gold up his ass and pull it out one of his mouths. He was acting in a box, and you really could have removed him from the movie and not had to alter the dialogue in any way at all.
Ford Prefect was a bizarre casting choice as well. Now, I'm not a hollywood caster (you can tell by the lack of needle tracks and regular nosebleeds), so I can barely imagine what kind of lapse in judgement would lead to casting some washed-up rapper when there were so many other, better possibilities. Okay, I'll admit that he did a very serviceable job, but I couldn't help but mentally replace him with David Hyde-Pierce before marvelling at what a no-brainer that was. Ford Prefect is a very British character with a very British sense of logic and personality, and the really strong yankee accent just does not fit. At least with "Niles" the accent is so up-market and dare I say it, posh, that the square-peg round-hole effect is somewhat reduced.
Of course my opinion might be somewhat coloured by the fact that I love David Hyde-Pierce and want to have his babies.
As much as I want to dislike the movie for poor casting choices and the seemingly complete omitting of Ford's dazzling use of logic, the makers did redeem themselves somewhat. Stephen Fry as the Narrator is the ONLY choice when you want to relay the subtleties and ironies of British humour, and Alan Rickman as the voice of Marvin was a stroke of goddamn motherfucking GENIUS.
Despite its flaws, it was clearly crafted with a real love for the original book. It would've been all-too-easy to dip the concept screaming and crying into the big hollywood glitz and SFX cauldron, but the director obviously really wanted to show a faithful interpretation, and for all its flaws, you can definitely feel that desire communicate itself.
It's hard to imagine what Mr. Adams would have had to say about the finished product if he was still with us, or even better, if his zombie had been sat moaning in the back of the cinema. Personally, I give it roundabout a 6.5 out of 10. Not that you care what I think. I'm not exactly qualified to judge, after all.
The cameo by the original robot Marvin used in the TV series was a nice touch, though.
I want money for clothes. I wonder if I can coerce the 'rents into a cash injection, what with my 21st looming on the horizon and all.
Avenged Sevenfold on the 22nd, kids. Looking forward to it.
It rocks, thanks for asking. I've been running around with my Gnomish Rogue Gyro McSprocketwire, either collecting items from corpses or just plain butchering various representatives of the multifarious menagerie of misfit miscreants (God, that felt good to say) that make up antagonists in the game. That is when I'm not mining copper ore to use in the creation of various entertaining clockwork steampunk-type devices. Mechanical squirrels. Oh yes.
Aside from that, the impending doom of the end of year 2 is upon me. Two out of the three exams I've been given look like they're going to be fairly taxing, and having to turn up in what is my equivalent to your "middle of the night" isn't going to help my train of concentration either.
Aside from that, I need to sort out the sticky process of moving my shit from Foresters' to the new Jim-Cave at Marsh Lane. I may have to coerce Lawrence the elder into bringing the jeep over because chances are I'll take the path of least resistance and just cart my shit home while leaving a box of comics or the like at the new place as some sort of mark of territory.
I dunno if I've mentioned this before, but I purchased pans a while back and have begun to use them in the concotions of truly epic amounts of spaghetti bolognese. While I'm not yet 100% on ratios and amounts and consistently generate enough food to comfortably feed 2 and a half people, on the other hand, having eaten that much I generally don't need to feed again for a day or two. As I speak, there's a small mountain of spaghetti sitting in my stomach, softly massaging the lining and reassuring me that I'll never have to eat again.
The other night I went to go see .
As a fan of the book I'd been looking forward to seeing it on the big screen and I'm sad to say that I found it disappointing. Don't get me wrong, it was funny enough to make me crease up in a tiny ball at points, but it was just missing something.
I always felt it was a very British sort of story. Why the Christ they decided to yank it up, I will never know. Zaphod Beeblebrox was so very irritating that I wanted to break the fourth wall from the outside and jam the Heart of Gold up his ass and pull it out one of his mouths. He was acting in a box, and you really could have removed him from the movie and not had to alter the dialogue in any way at all.
Ford Prefect was a bizarre casting choice as well. Now, I'm not a hollywood caster (you can tell by the lack of needle tracks and regular nosebleeds), so I can barely imagine what kind of lapse in judgement would lead to casting some washed-up rapper when there were so many other, better possibilities. Okay, I'll admit that he did a very serviceable job, but I couldn't help but mentally replace him with David Hyde-Pierce before marvelling at what a no-brainer that was. Ford Prefect is a very British character with a very British sense of logic and personality, and the really strong yankee accent just does not fit. At least with "Niles" the accent is so up-market and dare I say it, posh, that the square-peg round-hole effect is somewhat reduced.
Of course my opinion might be somewhat coloured by the fact that I love David Hyde-Pierce and want to have his babies.
As much as I want to dislike the movie for poor casting choices and the seemingly complete omitting of Ford's dazzling use of logic, the makers did redeem themselves somewhat. Stephen Fry as the Narrator is the ONLY choice when you want to relay the subtleties and ironies of British humour, and Alan Rickman as the voice of Marvin was a stroke of goddamn motherfucking GENIUS.
Despite its flaws, it was clearly crafted with a real love for the original book. It would've been all-too-easy to dip the concept screaming and crying into the big hollywood glitz and SFX cauldron, but the director obviously really wanted to show a faithful interpretation, and for all its flaws, you can definitely feel that desire communicate itself.
It's hard to imagine what Mr. Adams would have had to say about the finished product if he was still with us, or even better, if his zombie had been sat moaning in the back of the cinema. Personally, I give it roundabout a 6.5 out of 10. Not that you care what I think. I'm not exactly qualified to judge, after all.
The cameo by the original robot Marvin used in the TV series was a nice touch, though.
I want money for clothes. I wonder if I can coerce the 'rents into a cash injection, what with my 21st looming on the horizon and all.
Avenged Sevenfold on the 22nd, kids. Looking forward to it.