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Atonement

I’m still sad from watching the movie, but I must say I do not credit the director nor the screenplay for creating the sorrow. It was a fractured, unengaging interpretation, with too many pans and too much character reflection. However, the thought that two people were torn apart by war, never seeing one another again, never having a chance at happiness: this is a real thing, and that’s what made me sad.

And okay, the ending was good. So, it was alright. I much prefer A Very Long Engagement, though. Far superior telling and cinematography, if you’re in the mood for a sad war romance.

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KUNG FU PANDA ROCKS

The movie was very cute, absolutely gorgeous, and a lot of fun. See it! Now!

And also, be aware there are more bug movies coming out. Who thought that would be a good idea? How many more stupid bug movies are they going to make before they realize that animated bugs? DO NOT MAKE A GOOD MOVIE. See Bee Movie, and Antz.

Instead of driving today, we walked to lunch, the movies, some light shopping, and back to the apartment for a nap. We’re about to drive to the grocery store for some supplies (I don’t trust hoofing milk home) and then home to make dinner, then I have a bevy of things I can do for the rest of the evening. It’s always exciting to have more fun stuff to do than you can do in a single night. And we’re gonna pick up some booze!

Ahh, what a good day it was. :)

in Games, Movies, Music

Weekend report

My brother gave me his old Xbox with some games – among them, Fatal Frame II. This game scares the crap out of me. I wasn’t able to finish it last time I played, since I got too creeped out and then my brother took the console.

We watched The Orphanage this weekend. It was an excellent creepy movie – best in years. I did have some reservations about the ending of the movie, but it is, for the most part, a good, good scary movie to watch.

Went to visit Curt’s folks, who weren’t home, and my folks, who were. I think I need to chill out about the wedding. I mean, it’ll be fine one way or another, even if things don’t work out as simply or easily as I want. Whatever. Whatever: I’ll chill out and go with the flow. It’ll save me from growing another fifty gray hairs in my head.

Curt’s sick again. I hope this doesn’t last for another three weeks like my cold did. That would be poo.

in Movies, Music, RANT

Grobanitis

The other day, Ai asked us what the deal with Josh Groban is – why is he so popular, why is he selling so many CDs? I used to be a Groban fan. I used to think he was cute. I now think he is tainted. Tainted with his weird, Oprah-blessed success. So now, whenever I look at the kid, I think, “That guy’s gotta be the biggest asshole ever.”

I wonder if he’s a skirtchaser. I wonder, are there little Joshie Grobanitos out there?

This assessment may not be entirely fair, but there’s a much better chance of it being right on than off! Poo, man. Why does money make people assholes so often?

in Life of Giang, Movies, Music

Goddamnit

Freakin’ Annie made me cry like three times this weekend. Stupid movie. * grump, grump *

So, the search for the desk was unfruitful. All the tables were either too rickety are just too freakin’ big. I guess I will have to make do with the silly little card desk for a little while longer.

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IExploitKitties.Com

BAHAAH, mah kitties are so cute!




The girthy women upstairs are jumping up and down again. They are generally quiet, but something about this time of night makes them frisky. Maybe they are hunting something, like night panthers.

I bought a hand vac today, and then promptly had a fight with Curt over it. The instruction manual said it had to be plugged in for at LEAST 20 hours before use, and didn’t that balmy redhead I live with up and try to unplug it after three hours! LUNACY! MADNESS! SHENANIGANS!

Shortly afterwards, I realized that sometimes I am insane around – you know – that time of – you know! We are friends again.

I also had soda (rare craving), cleaned the apartment, messed it back up, and then iTunes-ed some Guitar Hero II songs, “Veteran of the Psychic Wars” by Blue Oyster Cult, Lily Allen’s album, and ALMOST bought the title song of St. Elmo’s Fire.

It’s 1:19. I have no desire to go to bed.

1:34 now. Hrm.

1:37. The women upstairs are still making noise. Don’t they know I need it quiet to blog!

1:39. I am useful: I’ve just looked up the lyrics to “Sex Farm” by Spinal Tap.

1:46. I don’t want to alarm anyone, but I think I smell cat poo.

1:48. Large rumbling from upstairs. Maybe they are planning a repeat of the time the daughter woke everyone up at 3:28 in the morning screaming at her boyfriend to get the hell out of the apartment and the police had to come to keep her from beating his face in.

1:51. How do I know if it’s love? I can’t tell you, but it lasts forever! Na na na na…!

1:59. Did I ever tell you guys Curt owns Phil Collins’ Greatest Hits? BAHAHA.

2:28. Oh, the allure of minutiae! Alas, to bed.

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Good, clean fun!

Ever wonder what it would be like if Walt Disney made a movie about whores? NO LONGER. Dangerous Beauty: watch it!

Catherine McCormack is absolutely stunning. You remember her – the actress who played Murrrrrron in Braveheart, only she can talk in this movie! Rufus Sewell does a good rakish Italian-rich-guy character – one of the rare occasions those great big buggy eyes of his actually work for him. Costumes! Oh, edible, edible and yummy for the eyes. Accents? SO MANY DIFFERENT KINDS, like they just don’t care.

There are also boobs.

Sexy. I approve of this film. I endorse it, even for (read: because of) all of it’s silly, sappy, silly, silliness.

in Games, Life of Giang, Movies, Music

Show And Tell

We finished Rome this weekend. So amazing, so beautiful, so gritty, so full of boobs. It really was a great series – highly recommended. I can’t think of the last time I enjoyed a female character as much as Polly Walker’s Atia. And Pullo! Oh, Pullo…! ;)

Behold, I am geek: here is my new darling, flying the proud colors of the Horde.

And, as threatened: behold the jousting adventure at Blizzcon!

Bon Voyage to Sheena!

Various trips to San Diego with Curt and Curt kins.

I’ve also managed to finish uploading my photos to Flickr!

That’s all for now. See choo later.

in Life of Giang, Movies, Music

Buckets Full of AHA!

I’ve just figured out what’s wrong with this low-sodium canned soup: there is not enough salt in it.

A couple of nights ago, I dreamt that I got an email from Dell telling me BumbleCurt had been shipped, and woke up elated!…only to realize that it was a sad little lie I had told myself while I’d been asleep, much like how I used to dream about having Barbie dolls when I was a little girl because we were too poor to afford them.

I checked the status page (as I normally do every morning, and every hour thereafter, with five or seven times in between like an unstoppable hurricane of WANT) and this morning, at long last, the order status said SHIPPED. I pounced on the sleeping Curt and punched him a couple of times to show him the extent of my joy! It is tantamount to how, after years of dreaming of Barbies, my mother finally squirelled away enough money to buy me an imitation Barbie – with clothes and shoes and HANGERS FOR HER CLOTHES and EVERYTHING! – and how much I loved it with all of my grasping, wanting little heart.

Of course, the two events diverge there. There came a day that the little-girl me decided to give dolly a bath by pulling her limbs off and leaving her dismembered body pieces floating in the bathroom sink because I felt she needed to be clean inside and out. My mom got kind of angry and weirded out by that. Luckily, she has nothing to do with the purchase of the Dell. It’s all mine to love and bathe as I see fit! HA!

ANYWAY: now I have but to obsess over the progress of the shipping. As I type, BumbleCurt is currently in Clinton Field, OH and has been there for 2 hours and 3 minutes. /obsess obsess

I haven’t touched Goblet of Fire for a few days. School, and work. Also, because, as you may be aware, PMS hits me violently at times and after the last movie I actually – this is completely true, may god rest my merry gentlemen – burst into tears sobbing because I wanted to be Harry Potter riding the hippogriff and realized that it wasn’t ever going to happen, NOT EVER. You should’ve seen the wild-eyed look Curt tried not to give me while he was consoling me. I think this actually beats out the time I burst into tears watching that bank commercial a few months ago.

Gee, I feel a little nuts now that that’s down in type. I cannot give you any of the time back for spending the last few minutes reading my crazy ramblings; however, if you would like to lodge a formal complaint, just knock on the wall to the left side of your head and a friendly customer service representative will be right with you to take down your specific gripe.

Unless, of course, you’re a muggle. Then you get nothing.