I can't believe I have 5+ science books and no periodic table. And I swear I have copy of the Iliad in a box somewhere.
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So, we just got back from seeing Stardust. I was disheartened to see it was only playing on one screen in our theater and that many more people were lined up for Rush Hour 3. That being said, by the time the movie started we had a full crowd, except seats here and there.
Yes, there will be comparisons to The Princess Bride, though this film is a bit more serious. It's an incredibly well-done fantasy movie. And Robert DeNiro is FABulous.
You may have already read the graphic novel or the book. It's been so long since I've read them that I don't remember specific details, but the movie captures the original source(s) very well.
I'm definitely going to see this one again on the big screen. I hope any of you who are interested will do the same.
Yes, there will be comparisons to The Princess Bride, though this film is a bit more serious. It's an incredibly well-done fantasy movie. And Robert DeNiro is FABulous.
You may have already read the graphic novel or the book. It's been so long since I've read them that I don't remember specific details, but the movie captures the original source(s) very well.
I'm definitely going to see this one again on the big screen. I hope any of you who are interested will do the same.
Last night, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brigideire and I went to the San Joaquin County Fair in Stockton to see “Weird Al” Yankovic in concert. There was no opener (and with the length of the concert, none was needed) and some small technical glitches here and there, but it sounded good, and was a great show. The first problem was some issues with the video projectors, which caused them to start late-a little after 8:30.
So... On to the ( set list: )
brigideire and I went to the San Joaquin County Fair in Stockton to see “Weird Al” Yankovic in concert. There was no opener (and with the length of the concert, none was needed) and some small technical glitches here and there, but it sounded good, and was a great show. The first problem was some issues with the video projectors, which caused them to start late-a little after 8:30.So... On to the ( set list: )
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The Alchemist
He read a Song
Of a king long gone
Who spoke of love and loss
After his mining
And all his refining
He's left with only dross
CHORUS:
He examines this base existence
He pores over books and things he's been told
Where can he find this transformation
To turn himself to gold
He asks ladies fair
If they can compare
What others have done wrong or right
He listens to men
Claim they'll do it again
Please give them just one more night
REPEAT CHORUS
Is it only confusion
An agreed illusion
That seems to bind the elements
The harder he tries
It seems like more lies
His work makes less and less sense
FINAL CHORUS
For a moment I saw what I gave you
Reflected in your eyes and shining so bright
But now you see it for what it was
Gold turned to lead in fading light
No Alchemist I
No Alchemist I
He read a Song
Of a king long gone
Who spoke of love and loss
After his mining
And all his refining
He's left with only dross
CHORUS:
He examines this base existence
He pores over books and things he's been told
Where can he find this transformation
To turn himself to gold
He asks ladies fair
If they can compare
What others have done wrong or right
He listens to men
Claim they'll do it again
Please give them just one more night
REPEAT CHORUS
Is it only confusion
An agreed illusion
That seems to bind the elements
The harder he tries
It seems like more lies
His work makes less and less sense
FINAL CHORUS
For a moment I saw what I gave you
Reflected in your eyes and shining so bright
But now you see it for what it was
Gold turned to lead in fading light
No Alchemist I
No Alchemist I
Hot Fuzz - a new comedy by the team that brought you Shaun of the Dead
I got to see an advance showing of Hot Fuzz tonight with![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
brigideire. First, I will try to get away with giving less spoilers than some of the previews and TV spots do. They are trying to show the funniest bits of the film, but there is an actual plot thing going on as well, and it's fun to watch it unfold. So my first advice is to try to avoid the trailers. Second, I know a lot of people are going to compare this to Shaun of the Dead because it's made by the same people, so instead of avoiding that, I'm going to address it directly. If you're thinking "Well, I liked Shaun, but will I really like a cop movie, even as a comedy?" the answer is "Hell yeah!"
This movie is a comedy first, at least as good as Shaun. The movie isn't the visual joke-fest of American films such as Airplane!, but visual humor... er... excuse me... humour is used effectively. The timing is sharp and and the only complaint is the usual one of the audience laughing over the line after a joke. The plot isn't deep, but is enough to sustain the movie's 2 hour running time. Also expect some blood. Um... Actually, expect lots of blood at appropriate places. Not Kill Bill amounts, but enough to add to some shocking murders. ...Which frankly, got some laughs as well as groans from the audience.
Timothy Dalton makes a nice sleazy grocery store owner, and other performances were spot on, too. References to other cop films abound, but they aren't necessary to follow the plot or the humour.
If you hated Shaun of the Dead (and I'm not sure why you'd be reading my LJ if you do, though I suppose it's conceivable), then you can miss this one. Otherwise, get your ass into the theater and prepare to laugh it off.
I got to see an advance showing of Hot Fuzz tonight with
brigideire. First, I will try to get away with giving less spoilers than some of the previews and TV spots do. They are trying to show the funniest bits of the film, but there is an actual plot thing going on as well, and it's fun to watch it unfold. So my first advice is to try to avoid the trailers. Second, I know a lot of people are going to compare this to Shaun of the Dead because it's made by the same people, so instead of avoiding that, I'm going to address it directly. If you're thinking "Well, I liked Shaun, but will I really like a cop movie, even as a comedy?" the answer is "Hell yeah!"This movie is a comedy first, at least as good as Shaun. The movie isn't the visual joke-fest of American films such as Airplane!, but visual humor... er... excuse me... humour is used effectively. The timing is sharp and and the only complaint is the usual one of the audience laughing over the line after a joke. The plot isn't deep, but is enough to sustain the movie's 2 hour running time. Also expect some blood. Um... Actually, expect lots of blood at appropriate places. Not Kill Bill amounts, but enough to add to some shocking murders. ...Which frankly, got some laughs as well as groans from the audience.
Timothy Dalton makes a nice sleazy grocery store owner, and other performances were spot on, too. References to other cop films abound, but they aren't necessary to follow the plot or the humour.
If you hated Shaun of the Dead (and I'm not sure why you'd be reading my LJ if you do, though I suppose it's conceivable), then you can miss this one. Otherwise, get your ass into the theater and prepare to laugh it off.
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Yes, I followed the herd on this one.
What does your drawing say about YOU?
The personality isn't based on your drawing so much as questions *about* your drawing. And with only three answers per question the results are so general as to be laughable.
The results of your analysis say:
The last one in particular is interesting. I didn't put any real indicators in my sky as it was a line drawing from inside the mountains. I thought of the sun reflecting off the aspen. The mental picture to me has sun filtered through cirrus clouds, mountains and trees. Not exactly covered by their "Sun, stars, rain" choices.
What does your drawing say about YOU?
The personality isn't based on your drawing so much as questions *about* your drawing. And with only three answers per question the results are so general as to be laughable.
The results of your analysis say:
- You are driven and ambitious and tend to make radical moves to reach your goals.
- You have a peaceful mind, viewing the world with calm and serenity. To you, life is not about struggle and strife but about existence and co-existence.
- You like following the rules and being objective. You are precise and meticulous, and like to evaluate decisions before making them.
- You have a sunny, cheerful disposition.
The last one in particular is interesting. I didn't put any real indicators in my sky as it was a line drawing from inside the mountains. I thought of the sun reflecting off the aspen. The mental picture to me has sun filtered through cirrus clouds, mountains and trees. Not exactly covered by their "Sun, stars, rain" choices.
Just Stumbled Upon a site that has a bunch of funny short polls on it called BuzzDash which has sparked interesting and amusing discussion. Questions like "Which is the best finger?" and "What is the worst tool to be using when you mess up and hurt yourself?"
Enjoy.
Enjoy.
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1. Have your music library ready.
2. Choose one (1) song from your music library whose title starts with the first letter (or number) of your username.
3. Repeat this process with each successive letter (or number) in your username until you run out of letters (or numbers).
( 4. Post your results )
2. Choose one (1) song from your music library whose title starts with the first letter (or number) of your username.
3. Repeat this process with each successive letter (or number) in your username until you run out of letters (or numbers).
( 4. Post your results )
The service station was diagonal on the corner lot. It looked like a relic that would be more at home on Route 66 than in the middle of an urban area. Newly painted in white with blue trim and lettering, if it had a neon sign it had long since been removed. The pumps had been removed, but the island was still there. We pulled into the driveway and I looked down the sidewalk median at weeds and unkempt lawns in front of small houses. The sun was heading down in the west, reflecting across the downtown skyscrapers below the highlands.
We stepped out of the car and looked at the station. It had a big pull through bay and an office in the back. We went across the front to look at the other side of it. Out of the corner my eye, I saw a couple short black outlines walking down the street toward the car. When we turned to look at the gas station, the car was out of sight. I couldn't tell if the shadowy figures had continued walking down the street or stopped at the car.
Out of suspicion, I activated the remote to lock the car. I couldn't tell in the dusk city light if it had worked so I hit the unlock and lock again. I thought I heard exclamations, looked at Kathleen and motioned for her to wait. I went toward the corner of the building, but then caught a bit of movement peek through the bays. I thought about heading straight for them, but instead walked to the near corner of the building, and waited behind where one of the bay doors was. I peeked through the hinges and saw them running through, thinking I was coming around the outside of the building.
I stepped up to match speed, and caught the first one coming out through the doors. The inertia brought me back close to where Kathleen was standing. The result was not the midget-sized shadow I'd seen lurking, but a 5"-ish woman. Her companion stopped behind her. He was shorter than me, perhaps 5' 10". Both were a rich shade of brown.
"Run, master," the woman said.
"Wait," I said. "I just want to know if you did anything to our car." I let the woman go to stand across from me next to her "master".
His voice emerged with an elegant British accent. "We'd paid for some work on our car earlier, but it wasn't done correctly. We think it may have been done to your car instead," said the man.
I looked at Kathleen, then back at him. "So, you found our car, then followed us here from our house, to... what? Un-fix our car? We did have some work done on it today."
"No, no. We just wanted to see that it was indeed done to your car. Then we would take ours back tomorrow."
"Well, certainly we can check our car, and if you had to pay for some of our work, we can help straighten it out at the repair place tomorrow. My girlfriend has an appointment, but we can make arrangements to get it there as soon possible in the morning. We wouldn't want you get ripped off."
"Thank you."
I nodded. Then asked, "Oh, which place did you say you got your car repaired at?" I looked from the gentleman to his lady friend. Her eyes were captivating. Gold, set in perfect light brown skin. I missed his answer somehow, but it seemed to match with where we'd been. Certainly Kathleen didn't say anything about it not matching.
[The man was carrying two more people in his arms, perhaps a foot tall, and skinny. One entreated him not to trust me at some point, but as part of the glamor from the girl, or because it was in a dream, it didn't stick in my mind that there was anything unusual about them.]
We made our way back to the car, a bit punchy coming down from the adrenaline rush of catching and confronting people. We got in the car. Maybe we started making out. I don't quite remember. I woke to...
Realizing I was dreaming in bed. What a cool story that would make. I got up and headed down the hall. It was a mid-length office hallway, and I turned into a door most of the way down. This room was divided with a couple smaller offices on the left, and a reception/work area on the right. I chose the far office, turned in, and I was in the office at the gas station. What better place to write this story, I thought, than where it happened. I started sorting through stacks of 45s, trying to decide what I wanted to listen to. The Biggest Stack of Records in Minesota, I thought. Then I looked out the window to where the car was parked, still in the NE corner.
There was a round hole under it, about 5 feet across, oozing a light that seemed bright yellow and sickly green at the same time. That man, and his djinni... They didn't care about our car at all. They were trying to protect that portal we'd parked on top of. And now it's open and something uncomprehendingly and otherworldly evil is coming out of.
Cut to:
A small room with a couple of long tables in it. On it are scattered small torn pieces of cloth, and similarly small torn pieces of skin. Enter two demons, one in a work suit, the other in nice plain clothes.
The suited one asks, "Did we figure out which of these bits has the soul fragment? Which one is talking?"
"Not yet," hisses the other. "We're still working on it, though."
"If we don't figure out where the other end of that portal was or what kind of Elder was unleashed, there's going to be Hell to pay. Satan's still got a vested interest in this plane."
We stepped out of the car and looked at the station. It had a big pull through bay and an office in the back. We went across the front to look at the other side of it. Out of the corner my eye, I saw a couple short black outlines walking down the street toward the car. When we turned to look at the gas station, the car was out of sight. I couldn't tell if the shadowy figures had continued walking down the street or stopped at the car.
Out of suspicion, I activated the remote to lock the car. I couldn't tell in the dusk city light if it had worked so I hit the unlock and lock again. I thought I heard exclamations, looked at Kathleen and motioned for her to wait. I went toward the corner of the building, but then caught a bit of movement peek through the bays. I thought about heading straight for them, but instead walked to the near corner of the building, and waited behind where one of the bay doors was. I peeked through the hinges and saw them running through, thinking I was coming around the outside of the building.
I stepped up to match speed, and caught the first one coming out through the doors. The inertia brought me back close to where Kathleen was standing. The result was not the midget-sized shadow I'd seen lurking, but a 5"-ish woman. Her companion stopped behind her. He was shorter than me, perhaps 5' 10". Both were a rich shade of brown.
"Run, master," the woman said.
"Wait," I said. "I just want to know if you did anything to our car." I let the woman go to stand across from me next to her "master".
His voice emerged with an elegant British accent. "We'd paid for some work on our car earlier, but it wasn't done correctly. We think it may have been done to your car instead," said the man.
I looked at Kathleen, then back at him. "So, you found our car, then followed us here from our house, to... what? Un-fix our car? We did have some work done on it today."
"No, no. We just wanted to see that it was indeed done to your car. Then we would take ours back tomorrow."
"Well, certainly we can check our car, and if you had to pay for some of our work, we can help straighten it out at the repair place tomorrow. My girlfriend has an appointment, but we can make arrangements to get it there as soon possible in the morning. We wouldn't want you get ripped off."
"Thank you."
I nodded. Then asked, "Oh, which place did you say you got your car repaired at?" I looked from the gentleman to his lady friend. Her eyes were captivating. Gold, set in perfect light brown skin. I missed his answer somehow, but it seemed to match with where we'd been. Certainly Kathleen didn't say anything about it not matching.
[The man was carrying two more people in his arms, perhaps a foot tall, and skinny. One entreated him not to trust me at some point, but as part of the glamor from the girl, or because it was in a dream, it didn't stick in my mind that there was anything unusual about them.]
We made our way back to the car, a bit punchy coming down from the adrenaline rush of catching and confronting people. We got in the car. Maybe we started making out. I don't quite remember. I woke to...
Realizing I was dreaming in bed. What a cool story that would make. I got up and headed down the hall. It was a mid-length office hallway, and I turned into a door most of the way down. This room was divided with a couple smaller offices on the left, and a reception/work area on the right. I chose the far office, turned in, and I was in the office at the gas station. What better place to write this story, I thought, than where it happened. I started sorting through stacks of 45s, trying to decide what I wanted to listen to. The Biggest Stack of Records in Minesota, I thought. Then I looked out the window to where the car was parked, still in the NE corner.
There was a round hole under it, about 5 feet across, oozing a light that seemed bright yellow and sickly green at the same time. That man, and his djinni... They didn't care about our car at all. They were trying to protect that portal we'd parked on top of. And now it's open and something uncomprehendingly and otherworldly evil is coming out of.
Cut to:
A small room with a couple of long tables in it. On it are scattered small torn pieces of cloth, and similarly small torn pieces of skin. Enter two demons, one in a work suit, the other in nice plain clothes.
The suited one asks, "Did we figure out which of these bits has the soul fragment? Which one is talking?"
"Not yet," hisses the other. "We're still working on it, though."
"If we don't figure out where the other end of that portal was or what kind of Elder was unleashed, there's going to be Hell to pay. Satan's still got a vested interest in this plane."
brigideire took me out last night to see Stephen Lynch. I've enjoyed his albums and his Comedy Central special. He is great to see live. Lots of great ad-libs. For those who are interested, here's his ( set list )Stephen is very good at ad libbing live. He threatened to learn all 25 minutes of Freebird and play it for us if someone shouts it out next time, so the audience will beat the crap out of that person in the parking lot.
There were a couple well-known songs he missed, such as Lullaby and Hermaphrodite, but it was a very good show.
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Since a few other people I know have gotten one of these and they don't ask for any identifiable information...
Get your own valentinr
Get your own valentinr
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Came up with a poetry idea, partly based on stuff going on with me and partly based on a line I read in David Brin's Earth. The first version is closer to the feelings.
HEALING GAIA
If I felt I could have offered you more
I would have stayed
Technology to repair the ozone
And replenish dwindling resources
Now I head out on a long trajectory
Taking as much of the population as I can with me
Hoping you will heal
But even my leaving causes scars
I look back to check
And you still look consumed
Broken
Hurt
Angry
I wonder if you see red
And assume Dopler shift
Leaving faster than I am
And straight away from you
I will continue my gentle arc
And watch
And pray
That you don't tear yourself apart
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On the way home I was able to do a re-write leaning a little more to the metaphorical side.
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Gaia fluctuates
Mankind adds pressure
Pushing this way and that
Breaking holes in her spirit
Taking more than they give
Poisoning her, weakening her
Once in awhile, she pleads for help
She grumbles unsatisfied in the ocean
Nudging waves against comfortable men
Drops heavy tear drops in New Orleans
But we write it off, call it acts of God
So we planned ark ships
Enough to take away two-fifths
Of the population
It takes still more resources
Weakens her more and causes
Little deaths in our souls as well
Finally, we lift away, causing still more scars
And burning up more of her breath
Leaving more chemicals and smoke
Sad to be leaving
But hopeful that she will heal
And perhaps be treated better in the future
As we look back we see her consumed
Broken
Hurt
Angry
We wonder if she sees red through smoke
And assumes we are accelerating
Leaving as fast as we can
We will continue our gentle arc
And watch
And pray
That she doesn't tear herself apart
Leaving for good is hard enough
Leaving in futility would be devastating
HEALING GAIA
If I felt I could have offered you more
I would have stayed
Technology to repair the ozone
And replenish dwindling resources
Now I head out on a long trajectory
Taking as much of the population as I can with me
Hoping you will heal
But even my leaving causes scars
I look back to check
And you still look consumed
Broken
Hurt
Angry
I wonder if you see red
And assume Dopler shift
Leaving faster than I am
And straight away from you
I will continue my gentle arc
And watch
And pray
That you don't tear yourself apart
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On the way home I was able to do a re-write leaning a little more to the metaphorical side.
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Gaia fluctuates
Mankind adds pressure
Pushing this way and that
Breaking holes in her spirit
Taking more than they give
Poisoning her, weakening her
Once in awhile, she pleads for help
She grumbles unsatisfied in the ocean
Nudging waves against comfortable men
Drops heavy tear drops in New Orleans
But we write it off, call it acts of God
So we planned ark ships
Enough to take away two-fifths
Of the population
It takes still more resources
Weakens her more and causes
Little deaths in our souls as well
Finally, we lift away, causing still more scars
And burning up more of her breath
Leaving more chemicals and smoke
Sad to be leaving
But hopeful that she will heal
And perhaps be treated better in the future
As we look back we see her consumed
Broken
Hurt
Angry
We wonder if she sees red through smoke
And assumes we are accelerating
Leaving as fast as we can
We will continue our gentle arc
And watch
And pray
That she doesn't tear herself apart
Leaving for good is hard enough
Leaving in futility would be devastating
Here is a review/set list for the Blue Oyster Cult concert attended by brigideire, weirdodragoncat, and myself. This is actually the text of an e-mail that I sent to Hot Rails to Hull, a BOC site that has an astonishing number of set lists. I ran across them earlier in the week, and dropped a line saying I was going to the show. He asked if I could include info about the first group, so I took more notes about them than I might have. I composed this after we got home from the show between 12:30 and 1:00 am, so it my taper off a bit at the end.
( Oh, no! There goes Tokyo! )
brigideire, weirdodragoncat, and myself. This is actually the text of an e-mail that I sent to Hot Rails to Hull, a BOC site that has an astonishing number of set lists. I ran across them earlier in the week, and dropped a line saying I was going to the show. He asked if I could include info about the first group, so I took more notes about them than I might have. I composed this after we got home from the show between 12:30 and 1:00 am, so it my taper off a bit at the end.( Oh, no! There goes Tokyo! )
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I'd like to know why some of the interests like "fantasy" and "jokes" have more nudity than "sex".
( My Interests Collage! )
( My Interests Collage! )
Create your own! Originally Written By ga_woo, Hosted and ReWritten by darkman424
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In a bit of competitive motivation, I've created a new video. This one is for Jonathan Coulton's Skullcrusher Mountain. So check out my new video and while you're there watch Spiff's video for the same song.
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