Holiday weekends *rock*.
I couldn't sleep, so I spent the weekend making friends with my cable TV. Oh, how I love my cable TV!
I watched so many movies, I think I lost track of them all.
For instance, I finally got to see Blade: Trinity, and although I thought it was kind of dumb, I really like Dominic Purcell in it. I watched very closely, and it looked like he did his own stunts, too, which impressed me further. However, Jessica Biel is a waste of space, and Ryan Reynolds wasn't much better.
I admit that my background in karate does tend to mean that I am highly critical of fight scenes in most action movies, but it really gets my goat to see such sloppy technique. I spent most of the movie shouting at it.
Men are usually able to power through the techniques enough so that their errors don't seem as egregious, or maybe aren't as visible, but I *hate* watching most of these actresses fling their arms all over the place and perform kicks as if they're at the ballet barre.
Let me tell you something: if you don't keep your hands in a guard position in front of your body when you're attacking, whether punching or kicking? You're going to get pounded, and I don't care how fancy your moves are. Remember "The Karate Kid"? "Best block is not to be there."
All an opponent has to do is watch for your attack, sidestep, and wham! punch you in the head and down you go.
*disdainful snort*
I also watched The Fast and The Furious, which was lame, and its even lamer sequel, 2 Fast 2 Furious. If I had to listen to Paul Walker say "bro" one. more. time, I was going to leap through the screen and rip his lungs out.
However, I caught Constantine, which I enjoyed immensely, although I didn't really get all of it, and The Fog remake, which was fun in that silly kind of way that watching Tom Welling movies often are. I figured out the plot fairly quickly and then settled in to enjoy the special effects. That guy, who played the weatherman named Dan who had the hots for Selma Blair's character? Wasn't that Dr. Parrish from SGA?
On Sunday, I celebrated Easter by going to lunch with my parents. We talked a lot about geneaology and traded stories, mostly about Dad's side of the family. There's a lot I don't know, probably in part because traditionally it seems that girls are both more interested and more informed about family histories, and also just because my father can't stand to listen to his mother talk.
Hell, *I* can't stand to listen to her, either.
Anyway, it was a pretty nice day, and we were halfway there, so Mom and I took Yuengling down the shore to the beach. The dog's attitude seemed to be largely summed up by WTF? Ground she couldn't walk on, water she couldn't drink, birds she couldn't chase. She was kind of pissed.
I took pictures, though, and once I figure out how to hook up my digital camera, I shall post them.
All things considered, it was a pretty decent day.
I watched so many movies, I think I lost track of them all.
For instance, I finally got to see Blade: Trinity, and although I thought it was kind of dumb, I really like Dominic Purcell in it. I watched very closely, and it looked like he did his own stunts, too, which impressed me further. However, Jessica Biel is a waste of space, and Ryan Reynolds wasn't much better.
I admit that my background in karate does tend to mean that I am highly critical of fight scenes in most action movies, but it really gets my goat to see such sloppy technique. I spent most of the movie shouting at it.
Men are usually able to power through the techniques enough so that their errors don't seem as egregious, or maybe aren't as visible, but I *hate* watching most of these actresses fling their arms all over the place and perform kicks as if they're at the ballet barre.
Let me tell you something: if you don't keep your hands in a guard position in front of your body when you're attacking, whether punching or kicking? You're going to get pounded, and I don't care how fancy your moves are. Remember "The Karate Kid"? "Best block is not to be there."
All an opponent has to do is watch for your attack, sidestep, and wham! punch you in the head and down you go.
*disdainful snort*
I also watched The Fast and The Furious, which was lame, and its even lamer sequel, 2 Fast 2 Furious. If I had to listen to Paul Walker say "bro" one. more. time, I was going to leap through the screen and rip his lungs out.
However, I caught Constantine, which I enjoyed immensely, although I didn't really get all of it, and The Fog remake, which was fun in that silly kind of way that watching Tom Welling movies often are. I figured out the plot fairly quickly and then settled in to enjoy the special effects. That guy, who played the weatherman named Dan who had the hots for Selma Blair's character? Wasn't that Dr. Parrish from SGA?
On Sunday, I celebrated Easter by going to lunch with my parents. We talked a lot about geneaology and traded stories, mostly about Dad's side of the family. There's a lot I don't know, probably in part because traditionally it seems that girls are both more interested and more informed about family histories, and also just because my father can't stand to listen to his mother talk.
Hell, *I* can't stand to listen to her, either.
Anyway, it was a pretty nice day, and we were halfway there, so Mom and I took Yuengling down the shore to the beach. The dog's attitude seemed to be largely summed up by WTF? Ground she couldn't walk on, water she couldn't drink, birds she couldn't chase. She was kind of pissed.
I took pictures, though, and once I figure out how to hook up my digital camera, I shall post them.
All things considered, it was a pretty decent day.