Labels: intergalactic large furry creatures (and droids) of mystery
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or if it was, they didn't say it anywhere.
and you know google likes to smear its logo feces across the landscape.
and if it was previously "powered by google," i wonder why it says so now, when before it didn't.
the problem is, google is getting to be everywhere. and i can't help it, i'm just another enabler, because it really is that easy to "google it" and find whatever the hell you're looking for. piece of cake.
this proliferation of google is a little worrying (at least to me) because i don't think it's at all possible to have a monopoly on the internet.
but it seems like google is putting in a bid, anyways.
they're pretty shrewd, and i'd like to know exactly how far they're planning to take this.
and what they'll do next.
kind and beneficent amassers of free information vs. evil puppetmasters of doom?
two days in a row at the dentist, about an hour apart, same song on the radio, heard in the pause between the drilling and the filling: rihanna's umbrella. same part of the song, too. odd.
and because i have to, now: "you can stand under my umbrella ella ella ay ay ay under my umbrella ella ella ay ay ay."
annoying song, but the chorus has high stuck-in-head-ability quotient nonetheless.
for your gums: first they do the numbing gel that tastes like watermelon on a little swab, then they stick the needle in partway, inject a little, and stick it in farther, rocking it back and forth.
this is always the best part.
but they tell you not to look at the needle. because you might get scared.
i have watched:
three korean dramas (witch yoo hee, sweet spy--can i just say how hawt dennis oh is?!, my name is kim sam soon)
the original star wars trilogy (common themes: people/things getting their hand/arm chopped off because that's what lightsabers do, people falling down/into deep holes-the sarlaac also counts here-oh, and no matter what anyone else up to and including george lucas says, han so shot first)
episode one (i shouldn't have, but queen amidala does the strong female thing)
mr. & mrs. smith (the original hitchcock-directed one, not that piece of shit with wotshername)
the barkleys of broadway
a hentai which delights in the title of midnight sleazy train (original japanese title, not engrish)
eddie izzard's dress to kill
the robin hood 2006 tv series
green wing series 2 and the christmas special
all of black books
kal ho naa ho
walk the line
a matter of life or death
the holiday (in a fit of girlish abberation)
most of the densha otoko drama
part of mohabbatein (friend them and the rest will come)
...i'm sure there was more, but you can only remember eight things at a time (or words to that effect).
it has been pointed out that this is true (sad, true and sad, sad because it's true), and i would be inclined to agree with that assessment:
potter puppet pals go freestyle, then go away forever:
lambada was called "the forbidden dance" for a reason. scandalousness! but that kid can freaking dance:
m.i.a.'s official vid for boyz came out, and wow is it seizure-inducing:
but still colorful.
ELO, how do i love thee? let me count the ways...
of interest to noone but myself, a video that was made for a 1983 japanese anime convention called daicon IV using ELO's twilight:
and since it was apparently an influential amv (or con, possibly), the densha otoko drama team decided the show's opening credits should be a tribute:
and then you run, because it's easier than staying
and you wonder why it should be this way
but you never cared enough to find out
and so it goes
happy now?
"i am concerned with the answers, not the questions; though you may argue that the two are inextricably linked, and one cannot exist without the other. and perhaps this is so. but i will tell you again, it is the answers and only the answers that concern me."
Labels: intergalactic large furry creatures (and droids) of mystery, it's a bird it's a plane it's heroes, stardust WOT WOT, studio freaking 60 on the freaking sunset strip
that was a complete and utter non-ending. garrgh.
and now i have to wait! until the fall! for you guys to get your shit together!
because i have nothing else to look forward to! battlestar galactica won't be on until sometime next spring because they weren't entirely expecting to get renewed after being moved to sunday nights, and i know that torchwood won't be on until early 2008 at best.
and you know i'm not watching that bionic woman crap.
nbc, you are dead to me for killing off studio 60. sure i'll watch heroes, but i'm not giving you any more ratings than absolutely necessary.
look who returned for narratorial duties! i can't say i'm thrilled, but i guess they figure the episode wouldn't be complete without those beautiful british vowels bookending it.
huge set-up for series 2 when molly went, "there's someone i can't find. i don't want to! because he is EEBIL" dun dun DUUN! apparently sylar is not as bad as it gets.
i'm really not so sure about nathan, but peter petrelli is so not dead. boy's a survivor. he'll float back down to earth in tiny particles and re-form if that's what it takes. that much hope and idealism don't die easy.
unless he killed his brother, which would be bad.
speaking of which, what the SHIT was up with nathan this ep? i know he's been vacillating all season (it's in his frakking character to do so), but i think his moms brainwashed him or something. cos that was TEH CREEPINESS right there with her fire engine red manicure o' doom. at least he came to his senses in the end.
i know i didn't see the thing coming last week with micah and the voting machines (which would be a GREAT name for a band, btw--they'd do acoustic indie rock songs about the fallacy of believing in bureaucratic governmental voting systems), but i really didn't expect that all they really had to do was fly peter up into the atmosphere and have him detonate safely, no doubt raining particles of radioactive material all over manhattan.
loved the superkids! eying one another. molly just gave micah this great admiring look, like, hey, you've got cool powers! it's like teen titans except good. tot!titans, really.
and wosshisname didn't die, after bleeding sluggishly from a gut shot for donkey's years. oh well, happy little super!family and all.
parkman can't die. he's our hero.
so happy to see sylar escape into the sewers. le yay! he's so emo he deserves to live and go slicy-slicy with more peoples' heads.
the format got a little weird there at the end. what is this "volume one" and "volume two" shit? i didn't see that one at all.
and hiro ending up in feudal japan? seriously, that was such a huge WTF?! moment that i was just like, guh? they'd been building to this OMGNEWYORKGOEXPLODY thing all season, then they dispatch it in fairly short order with the deus ex machina of nathan's mad flying skillz, and all of a sudden WE'S IN 16TH-CENTURY JAPAN? stop the world, i wanna get off.
well, i'll have to wait for the rest of "generations" until the fall, so i guess the hiro thing is meant to be considered as a direct lead-in to series two, the preview to hold you off until fall.
the only thing that i really missed about this ep was chris eccleston, who i was desperately hoping would turn up, in a sort of you-idiot-you-didn't-learn-control-properly-but-i'm-gonna-fix-it-since-i'm-your-mentor kind of way. i doubt that he'll be back on the show, so i might as well just wait for his role in the dark is rising, which is slated to come out in october.
in other news, i was so excited when i saw that the stardust website is finally up. they don't have a whole bunch yet, but the graphics are great and the ost sounds incredible. i know this already is my must-see movie of the summer, but this lovely site is severely testing my patience. grr.
at least the trailer they have there manages to do it justice. some of the teasers i saw really bit. my understanding is that, if it's anything like neil gaiman's wonderful book, it'll be a sort of victorian-esque fantasy/adventure/supernatural/romantic comedy with sinister magic, ghosts, sky pirates (gotta love sky pirates) and a happy ending. everyone i talk to looks a little leery when i try to explain it to them, and inside their heads i can see them thinking "oh god it's yet another fantasy movie just like eragon or ella enchanted that tries too hard to ride lotr's coattails and gave me a reason to hate the shittiness inherent in a poorly realized fantasy film."
i may have gotten some of the words wrong there, but that's more or less what they're thinking when i talk to them. although i do point out that the two aforementioned shitty movies were excellent books, which in a way made the poor quality of the screenplay all the more painful to witness.
but i digress.
it turns out that all i need to do to persuade these people that stardust is a movie worth seeing is to mention that robert deniro is in it. why this is so i have no idea, but apparently mentioning his name inspires absolute confidence.
and then, just for exercise, at that point i also mention the other people in it. claire danes! peter o'toole! ricky gervais! sienna miller! rupert everett! david kelly (ok, you might not know him by name, but if you saw him you'd know. he's been playing that little mischevious irish gentleman in films and tv shows for years)! and of course michelle pfeiffer as the wicked witch, and ian mckellen as the narrator.
*is dying from anticipation*
and in other other news, robot chicken is doing a 30-minute star wars special to be premiered on adult swim on june 17th, apparently with george lucas' full approval. lucasfilm even helped with some sound fx. we are intrigued.
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i just think that's funny.
is it sad when you don't know the answers to the little ad banners on various pages? you know, the multiple-choice ones where you choose the correct answer to win a free** flat-screen tv or an ipod or a house in l.a.? they always ask really easy questions from the mass media (WHOSE LIPS ARE THESE? *picture of big smooshy-pillow angelina's lips in horrifying closeup*), usually involving whichever pop culture icon is big that week.
do i really need to know some basketball player's height? i think he was a basketball player. why do they think i'd know that? is this common knowledge now? i was in nashville for five days, yes, and a large portion of that time was spent watching t.v., but that was just because a new hope was on, and i hadn't seen it at all that week.
i get that anna nicole smith is dead.
i understand (as much as anyone can, really) the astronaut love triangle (but not the bit with the diaper, although admittedly that does make sense from a certain logical standpoint, in the same way that i'd never become a cannibal, but i can see the point of it, especially if my plane crashed in a remote mountain pass at the back of beyond).
am i making too much out of this? i should really be working on my presentation.
and that reminds me-i found a rather interesting essay/article/what have you on star wars. more specifically, if we take episodes I-III as star wars canon (which i kinda guess we have to, even though george lucas is officially dead to me), we can reinterpret, or at least better understand, the events of a new hope. i like the theory that R2 and chewie are super secret agents!
oh, google earth owns. although, rather sadly, my house is rather blurry, and mary wash can't be seen properly at all.
aand ginger rogers and jimmeh stewart are on the t.v. TOGETHER.
what is it about jimmy stewart? the man was never what you'd call hot, but he definitely had it.
**the free part is of course bullshit.
