I went to see the new Muppet movie yesterday.
It was EPIC!!
Or better yet, described thusly...
Most Sensational!
Inspirational!
Celebrational!
Muppetational!!
I grew up watching the original Muppet Show, and the few incarnations from between then and now. If you ever liked the Muppets, at any point in time, you will absolutely love this film. The well-written musical numbers, the cameos, the several mature sub-plots, and overall positive (but not maudlin) feel of this film, make it an absolute joy to watch.
You'll laugh, get teary-eyed, and laugh, and get teary-eyed some more. There needs to be more quality films like this put out into the world. It really captures the spirit of Jim Henson, and what the Muppets are about.
If you haven't carted your sweet patootie out to see it yet, you're seriously missing out. But if my word isn't enough to sway you, Rotten Tomatoes gave it 98%. That's over a hundred reviews from all over, averaged together. That many reviews can't be wrong.
Hopefully, Disney won't ruin it by riding it into the ground.
*crosses fingers*
Monday, November 28, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
Burt FUCKING Reynolds!!
Hello Blog.
I've been playing Saints Row the Third for the last few days, and that's what the title of this post refers to.
More accurately, it's a literal line of dialogue from the game, and an example of how sheer awesomeness can blindside you when it's unexpected.
Burt Reynolds actually voices his in-game counterpart, and the reveal of him was totally a surprise, and done in such a way as to imply coolness galore. I think any time something unexpectedly awesome happens, I shall forevermore say "Burt FUCKING Reynolds!!".
Long-story-short, I'm really enjoying the game.
<: ) In non-Burt related news: I've joined up to a paid online dating site, Match.com. I'm not posting a link - mainly because it's about as non-exciting as my other forays in online dating. 'Nuff said. I've been hearing some talk about an upcoming Superman movie, titled "Superman: Man of Steel". To be directed by Zack Snyder (who did Sucker Punch, Watchmen, Dawn of the Dead, and 300), and executive produced by Christopher Nolan (director of Batman Begins, The Dark Knight, and Memento). Not sure how I feel about this, especially because Superman is something of an idol of mine, and has been since I was practically a fetus.
While at work the other day, I thought of a personal checklist of things that should happen in a Superman film, as follows:
-No explanation of his origins. EVERYONE knows who Superman is.
-Put him up against a credible threat. And not a threat that Supes has fought a buhjillion times.
-Showcase aspects that show how Superman is "super" - both in his awesome powers, and in his life and mindset.
-Other superhero cameos! Establish that Superman is in a larger world, one potentially filled with other heroes, like the Justice League.
Personally, if I told the story, I'd start the film with Superman going through his routine as Clark Kent. He might be down at the Daily Planet, trying to think of some kind of story to print, when he hears something with his super hearing. Peeping around to make sure no one's watching, he uses his super-speed to quickly hammer out a story based on what he's about to do, and rushes off into a series of brief vignettes showcasing him triumphing over various members of his rogues gallery.
I'd even toss in a few moments hinting at the founding of the Justice League. Maybe lifting parts of a space station into orbit, with glimpses of a few soon-to-be-members using their powers to help in the background.
Maybe there could even be a moment where we see Supes just flying around, when he spots a scuffle in a back alley. Cut to a black clad man in a cape, pummeling a group of obvious thugs - and there's a reveal that it's Batman, kicking some ass. Just as things look safe, a thug looks like he's got the drop on 'ole Bats. As the thug is about to strike/stab/shoot/hug(?) Batman - we see a brief zap of Superman's heat vision that temporarily stuns the criminal, alerting Batman, who then incapacitates him. Batman then turns, flashing a dirty look to Superman (implying familiarity), as Superman glides majestically off into the sky, with a happy salute and smile.
That's got to be enough for perhaps the first 20 minutes, and now we can settle in for the main plot.
In my take, I'd like to see Superman helping S.T.A.R. Labs with research on some kind of extradimensional power source. Something goes awry, and there's a quasi-dimensional "hiccup" in the experiment - and the results cause ripples of time-displacement around the surrounding area, which Supes must contend with. Maybe Supes gets another brief actiony montage dealing with the holes in our reality that are drawing forth some minor dangers. Dinosaurs, aliens, nazis, evil grannies, whatever. And after Superman is done fixing things, we get a reveal of something he missed. A figure, that in silhouette, seems exactly like Superman. And for a good chunk of the story, we'd only get tiny reveals of who this is, implying that it might be another Kryptonian - possibly an evil copy of Superman.
And it is, and it isn't.
I'd choose Ultraman, who is something of an alternate timeline/dimensional counterpart of Superman, and comparable in terms of power. At which point, I'd expect at least 1 more massive action setpiece, where Superman and Ultraman face off, and level, an area of Metropolis. I'm talking skyscrapers falling, hitting each other with buses and cars. An all-out super-brawl.
I see a moment where some bystanders witness 1 of the combatants bounce off a building and crash into the pavement. As they rush to help, it would be implied that it's Superman, but it isn't. As he rises from the asphalt crater, Ultraman cooks them with his heat vision. At least we insinuate that he does that. A close up of the bystanders backing away, with Ultraman's eyes starting to release energy.
I don't have any idea how it should end, exactly, but I do think it needs a twist. I think it might be cool to have it seem that Superman wins. Maybe he makes some kind of deal with Lex Luthor, acquiring a chunk of Kryptonite to use on Ultraman. But in an epilogue, we could show that Superman did not win, and exposing Ultraman to the kryptonite gave him the power to mimic Superman's appearance.
Credits.
Guaranteed need for sequel. It could involve an injured Superman teaming up with the heroes who will become the Justice League.
Could shoot both stories back-to-back.
BAM!
I've been playing Saints Row the Third for the last few days, and that's what the title of this post refers to.
More accurately, it's a literal line of dialogue from the game, and an example of how sheer awesomeness can blindside you when it's unexpected.
Burt Reynolds actually voices his in-game counterpart, and the reveal of him was totally a surprise, and done in such a way as to imply coolness galore. I think any time something unexpectedly awesome happens, I shall forevermore say "Burt FUCKING Reynolds!!".
Long-story-short, I'm really enjoying the game.
<: ) In non-Burt related news: I've joined up to a paid online dating site, Match.com. I'm not posting a link - mainly because it's about as non-exciting as my other forays in online dating. 'Nuff said. I've been hearing some talk about an upcoming Superman movie, titled "Superman: Man of Steel". To be directed by Zack Snyder (who did Sucker Punch, Watchmen, Dawn of the Dead, and 300), and executive produced by Christopher Nolan (director of Batman Begins, The Dark Knight, and Memento). Not sure how I feel about this, especially because Superman is something of an idol of mine, and has been since I was practically a fetus.
While at work the other day, I thought of a personal checklist of things that should happen in a Superman film, as follows:
-No explanation of his origins. EVERYONE knows who Superman is.
-Put him up against a credible threat. And not a threat that Supes has fought a buhjillion times.
-Showcase aspects that show how Superman is "super" - both in his awesome powers, and in his life and mindset.
-Other superhero cameos! Establish that Superman is in a larger world, one potentially filled with other heroes, like the Justice League.
Personally, if I told the story, I'd start the film with Superman going through his routine as Clark Kent. He might be down at the Daily Planet, trying to think of some kind of story to print, when he hears something with his super hearing. Peeping around to make sure no one's watching, he uses his super-speed to quickly hammer out a story based on what he's about to do, and rushes off into a series of brief vignettes showcasing him triumphing over various members of his rogues gallery.
I'd even toss in a few moments hinting at the founding of the Justice League. Maybe lifting parts of a space station into orbit, with glimpses of a few soon-to-be-members using their powers to help in the background.
Maybe there could even be a moment where we see Supes just flying around, when he spots a scuffle in a back alley. Cut to a black clad man in a cape, pummeling a group of obvious thugs - and there's a reveal that it's Batman, kicking some ass. Just as things look safe, a thug looks like he's got the drop on 'ole Bats. As the thug is about to strike/stab/shoot/hug(?) Batman - we see a brief zap of Superman's heat vision that temporarily stuns the criminal, alerting Batman, who then incapacitates him. Batman then turns, flashing a dirty look to Superman (implying familiarity), as Superman glides majestically off into the sky, with a happy salute and smile.
That's got to be enough for perhaps the first 20 minutes, and now we can settle in for the main plot.
In my take, I'd like to see Superman helping S.T.A.R. Labs with research on some kind of extradimensional power source. Something goes awry, and there's a quasi-dimensional "hiccup" in the experiment - and the results cause ripples of time-displacement around the surrounding area, which Supes must contend with. Maybe Supes gets another brief actiony montage dealing with the holes in our reality that are drawing forth some minor dangers. Dinosaurs, aliens, nazis, evil grannies, whatever. And after Superman is done fixing things, we get a reveal of something he missed. A figure, that in silhouette, seems exactly like Superman. And for a good chunk of the story, we'd only get tiny reveals of who this is, implying that it might be another Kryptonian - possibly an evil copy of Superman.
And it is, and it isn't.
I'd choose Ultraman, who is something of an alternate timeline/dimensional counterpart of Superman, and comparable in terms of power. At which point, I'd expect at least 1 more massive action setpiece, where Superman and Ultraman face off, and level, an area of Metropolis. I'm talking skyscrapers falling, hitting each other with buses and cars. An all-out super-brawl.
I see a moment where some bystanders witness 1 of the combatants bounce off a building and crash into the pavement. As they rush to help, it would be implied that it's Superman, but it isn't. As he rises from the asphalt crater, Ultraman cooks them with his heat vision. At least we insinuate that he does that. A close up of the bystanders backing away, with Ultraman's eyes starting to release energy.
I don't have any idea how it should end, exactly, but I do think it needs a twist. I think it might be cool to have it seem that Superman wins. Maybe he makes some kind of deal with Lex Luthor, acquiring a chunk of Kryptonite to use on Ultraman. But in an epilogue, we could show that Superman did not win, and exposing Ultraman to the kryptonite gave him the power to mimic Superman's appearance.
Credits.
Guaranteed need for sequel. It could involve an injured Superman teaming up with the heroes who will become the Justice League.
Could shoot both stories back-to-back.
BAM!
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Waxing...off?
Hello again blog.
As usual, not much excitement happening. I've finally gotten my riches from Blue Cross, and the situation with the girl I was seeing indeed went south.
She didn't even bother to return an e-mail I sent her (which wasn't antagonistic, it was actually a reply to prior e-mail sent to me). Maybe she saw the blog-ish entries on my dating profile - ones where I implied the wasting of my time, and being led on (2 things I hate). Maybe not. I simply think she was too much of a coward to simply tell me she wasn't interested, and liked my attention (it probably boosted her self-esteem). In any case, I'm not surprised. It's kind of par for the course.
I used to think that all the "good ones" were taken. Now, I'm thinking that there were never any "good ones" to begin with.
Which brings me to my next...erm..."issue".
I've been wrestling with some feelings I'd rather not be. I've reached the point where I'm starting to feel absolutely bitter. Consistently so. Normally, I go through little periods of it, and eventually it passes. Now, I'm feeling it all the time. It's the kind of bitterness that makes me want to kick people's teeth in whenever I see them smiling, or happy. It's like the twist of an invisible knife in my heart when I see people holding hands, or walking their babies by in strollers. I'd murder the world to feel that amorphous, yet integral, thing. But I'm apparently not allowed to. I don't know why.
It's been very hard to keep the happy face on in front of anyone I know. But I'm known for being the smiling, silly goofball. So I guess this is all just "tears of a clown", or something. Me playing my role helps others get through their day. Or not. I don't even know anymore.
I've been hearing these 2 songs over the intercom at work. They've been poking at me for the last few weeks, and this afternoon, I finally sat down and figured out who did them.
It's nice to hear some actual "good music" (which is subjective, I suppose) out there for a change. Very sick of everything seeming to be Katy Perry, or Lady Gaga (both, whom I despise with the burning passion of a 1000 suns). Justin Hines is exceptional. Inspirational, even. In any case, I find both songs very moving.
Take a look.
The Band Perry - If I Die Young
Justin Hines - Tell Me I'm Wrong
As usual, not much excitement happening. I've finally gotten my riches from Blue Cross, and the situation with the girl I was seeing indeed went south.
She didn't even bother to return an e-mail I sent her (which wasn't antagonistic, it was actually a reply to prior e-mail sent to me). Maybe she saw the blog-ish entries on my dating profile - ones where I implied the wasting of my time, and being led on (2 things I hate). Maybe not. I simply think she was too much of a coward to simply tell me she wasn't interested, and liked my attention (it probably boosted her self-esteem). In any case, I'm not surprised. It's kind of par for the course.
I used to think that all the "good ones" were taken. Now, I'm thinking that there were never any "good ones" to begin with.
Which brings me to my next...erm..."issue".
I've been wrestling with some feelings I'd rather not be. I've reached the point where I'm starting to feel absolutely bitter. Consistently so. Normally, I go through little periods of it, and eventually it passes. Now, I'm feeling it all the time. It's the kind of bitterness that makes me want to kick people's teeth in whenever I see them smiling, or happy. It's like the twist of an invisible knife in my heart when I see people holding hands, or walking their babies by in strollers. I'd murder the world to feel that amorphous, yet integral, thing. But I'm apparently not allowed to. I don't know why.
It's been very hard to keep the happy face on in front of anyone I know. But I'm known for being the smiling, silly goofball. So I guess this is all just "tears of a clown", or something. Me playing my role helps others get through their day. Or not. I don't even know anymore.
I've been hearing these 2 songs over the intercom at work. They've been poking at me for the last few weeks, and this afternoon, I finally sat down and figured out who did them.
It's nice to hear some actual "good music" (which is subjective, I suppose) out there for a change. Very sick of everything seeming to be Katy Perry, or Lady Gaga (both, whom I despise with the burning passion of a 1000 suns). Justin Hines is exceptional. Inspirational, even. In any case, I find both songs very moving.
Take a look.
The Band Perry - If I Die Young
Justin Hines - Tell Me I'm Wrong
Friday, October 21, 2011
With-ah Teeth-ah!
Hello again, Blog. How's Bloggyness treating you?
Not too much exciting things happening here. Here's the skinny.
-Been quasi-dating a cute, horribly issue-ridden girl. A bulimic, obsessive-compulsive (with excercise, possibly other things), into-the-cutting, girl...who likes to have friends-with-benefits. She also can't be bothered to give me time on her busy schedule. I only seem to get time when people cancel time with her. Also, she blew me off the other night, claiming she was heading home to nap, then texted me that she was out speed-skating. I guess that makes her kind of dumb, too. I don't think this'll last much longer.
-I've been wrestling with Alberta Blue Cross for the last few months. Apparently, the system in place doesn't update your information when it gets entered into it, should you be giving personal information to...say, a dentist office. Meaning that you have to contact them, and change all your personal info on their end.
Seems counter-intuitive. I bring it up because I've been waiting for reimbursement from my coverage, which is apparently going to an address I haven't lived at for almost a decade. All because the system doesn't acknowledge that newer information might be more reliable than what's on file. Now imagine that you've spent over $2000 out-of-pocket, waiting for reimbursement that isn't getting to you. Hulk is mad...and broke, waiting for my 85% coverage to get back to me.
I've called Blue Cross, twice now, to fix things. Hopefully, the riches will get to me in the next week or 2.
-I've been having peculiar dreams, and I think they're prophetic. Stuff I'm dreaming is coming to pass.
-On another weird note, R & J have been kicking around baby names, and for the last few weeks I've had a name stuck in my head.
"Lily".
I was meaning to suggest it, and just the other day, J confided that it's likely the name they're going with.
That might not sound too weird, but combine it with the fact that I also knew J was pregnant before anyone else did (even her), and knew it was going to be a girl...
Very, very odd.
Not too much exciting things happening here. Here's the skinny.
-Been quasi-dating a cute, horribly issue-ridden girl. A bulimic, obsessive-compulsive (with excercise, possibly other things), into-the-cutting, girl...who likes to have friends-with-benefits. She also can't be bothered to give me time on her busy schedule. I only seem to get time when people cancel time with her. Also, she blew me off the other night, claiming she was heading home to nap, then texted me that she was out speed-skating. I guess that makes her kind of dumb, too. I don't think this'll last much longer.
-I've been wrestling with Alberta Blue Cross for the last few months. Apparently, the system in place doesn't update your information when it gets entered into it, should you be giving personal information to...say, a dentist office. Meaning that you have to contact them, and change all your personal info on their end.
Seems counter-intuitive. I bring it up because I've been waiting for reimbursement from my coverage, which is apparently going to an address I haven't lived at for almost a decade. All because the system doesn't acknowledge that newer information might be more reliable than what's on file. Now imagine that you've spent over $2000 out-of-pocket, waiting for reimbursement that isn't getting to you. Hulk is mad...and broke, waiting for my 85% coverage to get back to me.
I've called Blue Cross, twice now, to fix things. Hopefully, the riches will get to me in the next week or 2.
-I've been having peculiar dreams, and I think they're prophetic. Stuff I'm dreaming is coming to pass.
-On another weird note, R & J have been kicking around baby names, and for the last few weeks I've had a name stuck in my head.
"Lily".
I was meaning to suggest it, and just the other day, J confided that it's likely the name they're going with.
That might not sound too weird, but combine it with the fact that I also knew J was pregnant before anyone else did (even her), and knew it was going to be a girl...
Very, very odd.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Reports of my demise, are greatly exagerrated...sort of.
Hello blog, I've been ignoring you. Given the fact that alot of my blog is basically bitching, I felt the need to take a break, and refrain from it. In my own defense, in real life, I don't complain a lot. So poor blog has gotten the brunt of it. I never kept a diary, and I think this blog is basically where I've been dumping all my emo BS.
What's new? Hrm. A few things have happened in recent months. Here's a point-by-point recap:
-My roomies are expecting their first child. J is just getting into her 2nd trimester.
-R, J's husband, quit his job and went to Quebec to train for 10 weeks for a government position in Border Services. He just got back. J practically attached to him like a weird, pregnant barnacle. In a cute way.
-I nursed a co-worker through an unpleasant break-up. When things got ugly, I rose to the occasion and pulled some amazing stuff out of my ass, just to try and save the day. Yay, me.
I'd be more excited about it, but it ultimately didn't pan out like I'd hoped. She ended up moving back out to Newfoundland, and though she promised to keep in touch, she hasn't.
-I've been whiling away my time playing Star Trek Online, and Dead Island.
In Star Trek Online, I've got 3 characters from each class (science, engineering, and tactical) up to Vice Admiral (the highest rank in STO, currently). I even joined a Fleet, which is like a Guild in other MMOs.
I've been enjoying Dead Island, but the flimsyness of the melee weapons really annoys me. You can earn abilities as you level that bolster the resilience of weapons. Even so, they seem to break way too damn easily. If I'm bashing a zombified human with a steel pipe, it's not going to break after bashing in a dozen zombie skulls. Fact.
-I was at the dentist earlier this last week getting some work done. The dentist kept bopping me in the head with her boobs repeatedly. I was totally unsure of how to, or even if I should, try and raise the issue. I had a mouthful of equipment each time it happened, so I couldn't talk. To say "please miss, could you please stop hitting me with your boobs?" seems wrong somehow. Like antithetical to my very being. If I bump into that dentist again, I'll consider bringing it up, in a playfully joking way. She was very cute.
-I just found this awesome version of Star Fox doing a spoof of David Bowie's Space Oddity. I have no words to describe how awesome it is.
Go take a look right here.
Toodles!
What's new? Hrm. A few things have happened in recent months. Here's a point-by-point recap:
-My roomies are expecting their first child. J is just getting into her 2nd trimester.
-R, J's husband, quit his job and went to Quebec to train for 10 weeks for a government position in Border Services. He just got back. J practically attached to him like a weird, pregnant barnacle. In a cute way.
-I nursed a co-worker through an unpleasant break-up. When things got ugly, I rose to the occasion and pulled some amazing stuff out of my ass, just to try and save the day. Yay, me.
I'd be more excited about it, but it ultimately didn't pan out like I'd hoped. She ended up moving back out to Newfoundland, and though she promised to keep in touch, she hasn't.
-I've been whiling away my time playing Star Trek Online, and Dead Island.
In Star Trek Online, I've got 3 characters from each class (science, engineering, and tactical) up to Vice Admiral (the highest rank in STO, currently). I even joined a Fleet, which is like a Guild in other MMOs.
I've been enjoying Dead Island, but the flimsyness of the melee weapons really annoys me. You can earn abilities as you level that bolster the resilience of weapons. Even so, they seem to break way too damn easily. If I'm bashing a zombified human with a steel pipe, it's not going to break after bashing in a dozen zombie skulls. Fact.
-I was at the dentist earlier this last week getting some work done. The dentist kept bopping me in the head with her boobs repeatedly. I was totally unsure of how to, or even if I should, try and raise the issue. I had a mouthful of equipment each time it happened, so I couldn't talk. To say "please miss, could you please stop hitting me with your boobs?" seems wrong somehow. Like antithetical to my very being. If I bump into that dentist again, I'll consider bringing it up, in a playfully joking way. She was very cute.
-I just found this awesome version of Star Fox doing a spoof of David Bowie's Space Oddity. I have no words to describe how awesome it is.
Go take a look right here.
Toodles!
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
"I am done with man..."
Recently my interests of late have been about monsters. Both in film and literature.
Nightbreed, Dracula, the Wolfman, Frankenstein, etc.
I've always had a fascination with monsters. I've typically felt more a kinship with them than I do with "normal" people. That realization didn't dawn on me until late last night, during my viewing of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. I'll explain the trigger in a bit.
Growing up, I've always been weird. I've never fit in, never felt like I belong, or been accepted. I don't have ties to family or friends, and until recently, thought I had something close to it. But like everything, it never lasts. And when it falls apart, it does so in spectacular fashion. And I'm left with nothing. Again.
I always thought that if I did good things, treated people with respect and dignity, that somehow I'd earn...something. Some kind of recognition. A gold star signifying "good job". I figured that someone might notice. But I don't think anyone is watching me. Nor do I think anyone even cares. I've been down this road before, more than a few times. Struggling with the need for confirmation.
I never thought I was a praise-seeker, per se, I just want a reason. A reason for why I've had to deal with the abuse I've taken, and still take, as one of many invisible people out in the world. I need a reason to continue to be here. A reason to stay. And I search for it. I search for it in people's faces. But the gaze of people just glides over. No one registers me. I'm not on the radar. Not special enough to be singled out.
I feel sick with this need for someone to actually see me. To really, truly see me. I dream, and hope, and pray for some kind of...connection. But after many years, and alot of mileage, I realize it's a "long wait for a train don't come".
I feel like I've broken myself. Trying to squish my square-peg-self into a round-peg hole. Trying to play nice with the "normal" folks, only to get kicked for my trouble.
Anyhoo.
Back to the point about monsters I was going to make. In the film I was watching (Mary Shelley's Frankenstein), there was a moment when the Creation, had finally tracked down his creator, and met with him on the "sea of ice". The Creation (played by Robert De Niro), had a moment of dialogue that resonated exactly with how I feel.
"I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all".
"I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine. And rage the likes of which you would not believe".
"If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other".
I'm not sure at what point I became this...thing. All twisted up inside from being marginalized, ignored, and alienated. I don't feel like a person anymore. More like a movie monster than a functional person.
But if no one will acknowledge the man, then I will give them the monster...
Nightbreed, Dracula, the Wolfman, Frankenstein, etc.
I've always had a fascination with monsters. I've typically felt more a kinship with them than I do with "normal" people. That realization didn't dawn on me until late last night, during my viewing of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. I'll explain the trigger in a bit.
Growing up, I've always been weird. I've never fit in, never felt like I belong, or been accepted. I don't have ties to family or friends, and until recently, thought I had something close to it. But like everything, it never lasts. And when it falls apart, it does so in spectacular fashion. And I'm left with nothing. Again.
I always thought that if I did good things, treated people with respect and dignity, that somehow I'd earn...something. Some kind of recognition. A gold star signifying "good job". I figured that someone might notice. But I don't think anyone is watching me. Nor do I think anyone even cares. I've been down this road before, more than a few times. Struggling with the need for confirmation.
I never thought I was a praise-seeker, per se, I just want a reason. A reason for why I've had to deal with the abuse I've taken, and still take, as one of many invisible people out in the world. I need a reason to continue to be here. A reason to stay. And I search for it. I search for it in people's faces. But the gaze of people just glides over. No one registers me. I'm not on the radar. Not special enough to be singled out.
I feel sick with this need for someone to actually see me. To really, truly see me. I dream, and hope, and pray for some kind of...connection. But after many years, and alot of mileage, I realize it's a "long wait for a train don't come".
I feel like I've broken myself. Trying to squish my square-peg-self into a round-peg hole. Trying to play nice with the "normal" folks, only to get kicked for my trouble.
Anyhoo.
Back to the point about monsters I was going to make. In the film I was watching (Mary Shelley's Frankenstein), there was a moment when the Creation, had finally tracked down his creator, and met with him on the "sea of ice". The Creation (played by Robert De Niro), had a moment of dialogue that resonated exactly with how I feel.
"I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all".
"I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine. And rage the likes of which you would not believe".
"If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other".
I'm not sure at what point I became this...thing. All twisted up inside from being marginalized, ignored, and alienated. I don't feel like a person anymore. More like a movie monster than a functional person.
But if no one will acknowledge the man, then I will give them the monster...
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Dream or nightmares...
Yesterday, I only got about 1 hour of sleep before work. Biked to, and from, work...then collapsed into bed when I got home.
I slept for about 4 hours and had a very peculiar dream. The kind of dream that is so vivid and real, that when you wake up, you don't recognize where you are. I'll even go 1 better, I didn't immediately recognize who I was, either. I stretched out as I awoke, and felt crammed into a different container, then had a brief spaz. Funny thing is, this isn't the first time I've had dreams like this. I've had them frequently enough, that I sometimes wonder which side is the "reality" (note the quotation marks).
I don't remember the exact details of the dream, I just remember that I wasn't my waking self. I was someone else, somewhere else, doing something else. And it felt more real to me than things feel now.
I slept for about 4 hours and had a very peculiar dream. The kind of dream that is so vivid and real, that when you wake up, you don't recognize where you are. I'll even go 1 better, I didn't immediately recognize who I was, either. I stretched out as I awoke, and felt crammed into a different container, then had a brief spaz. Funny thing is, this isn't the first time I've had dreams like this. I've had them frequently enough, that I sometimes wonder which side is the "reality" (note the quotation marks).
I don't remember the exact details of the dream, I just remember that I wasn't my waking self. I was someone else, somewhere else, doing something else. And it felt more real to me than things feel now.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Blergh...
I sometimes get into these prolongued moods where I just don't want to talk or deal with anyone. I've never been a really social person, but neither am I the type who has it in their heart to end everyone I lay eyes on, either. But in the last 2 months I've become fairly disillusioned. It's like the phases of the moon, really. Something comes along to make me feel good, then other things come along to bring me down. That's life, I suppose.
Disillusionment checklist:
#1 - My roomies suddenly stopped speaking with me. Normally this isn't a big deal, but when they flat-out start avoiding me, or deliberatley ignoring me, I start to take it personal. After about 2 weeks of this, it was finally brought to my attention that they feel taken advantage of. Long-story-short, they take credit for a majority of the changes I've gone through in the time I've known them. And feel that they've put too much time into me, and need to put that effort in elsewhere. It's true, they have, but the problem is the time that's been put into me was unsolicited. Meaning that I didn't overtly go "hey, do this for me". And they expect me to do backflips, or prostrate myself before them. Since the big discussion about this, things have gone right back to me being ignored, with them literally pretending I don't exist. It's pissing me right off. I'm actually tempted to move, when they go on vacation in the next few days. This silent treatment is so ridiculously immature.
#2 - OKCupid is just as disappointing as Plentyoffish. I still patrol for matches that don't actually "match". And the people who I get along with, just slowly disappear. Making me have to chase them for attention. I don't like that. I don't expect to be chased all the time, but a little counter-chasing is good. It at least proves that you're interested. But as it stands, nothing ever seems to go anywhere. The only person I've met that treats me with an unusual amount of respect and consideration, is a girl moving back here from Japan, whom I haven't even met yet.
#3 - My lightsaber appears to be broken. No idea how or why, as I don't handle it all that much. But I went to turn it on a few weeks back, and there was intense feedback coming through the speaker. It'll cost me $56 to replace the speaker, the LED (which was boring me, being silvery-white), and for the labor. It's not horribly expensive, $35 is for the labor alone. I find it kind of dubious that I couldn't get the 'sabersmith to look at my 'saber until right now, conveniently past the warranty time of 90 days.
Disillusionment checklist:
#1 - My roomies suddenly stopped speaking with me. Normally this isn't a big deal, but when they flat-out start avoiding me, or deliberatley ignoring me, I start to take it personal. After about 2 weeks of this, it was finally brought to my attention that they feel taken advantage of. Long-story-short, they take credit for a majority of the changes I've gone through in the time I've known them. And feel that they've put too much time into me, and need to put that effort in elsewhere. It's true, they have, but the problem is the time that's been put into me was unsolicited. Meaning that I didn't overtly go "hey, do this for me". And they expect me to do backflips, or prostrate myself before them. Since the big discussion about this, things have gone right back to me being ignored, with them literally pretending I don't exist. It's pissing me right off. I'm actually tempted to move, when they go on vacation in the next few days. This silent treatment is so ridiculously immature.
#2 - OKCupid is just as disappointing as Plentyoffish. I still patrol for matches that don't actually "match". And the people who I get along with, just slowly disappear. Making me have to chase them for attention. I don't like that. I don't expect to be chased all the time, but a little counter-chasing is good. It at least proves that you're interested. But as it stands, nothing ever seems to go anywhere. The only person I've met that treats me with an unusual amount of respect and consideration, is a girl moving back here from Japan, whom I haven't even met yet.
#3 - My lightsaber appears to be broken. No idea how or why, as I don't handle it all that much. But I went to turn it on a few weeks back, and there was intense feedback coming through the speaker. It'll cost me $56 to replace the speaker, the LED (which was boring me, being silvery-white), and for the labor. It's not horribly expensive, $35 is for the labor alone. I find it kind of dubious that I couldn't get the 'sabersmith to look at my 'saber until right now, conveniently past the warranty time of 90 days.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Quoting Reznor...
I came across an old quote from Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails, circa 1994.
"I don't know why I want to do these things, other than my desire to escape from Small Town, U.S.A., to dismiss the boundaries, to explore. It isn't a bad place where I grew up, but there was nothing going on but the cornfields. My life experience came from watching movies, watching TV and reading books and looking at magazines. And when your fucking culture comes from watching TV every day, you're bombarded with images of things that seem cool, places that seem interesting, people who have jobs and careers and opportunities. None of that happened where I was. You're almost taught to realize it's not for you."
I can really connect with this statement. I grew up the exact same way, isolated, with my experiences drawn from books, television, music, and movies. It makes me wonder what aspects of my life are really mine, and what's just cloned/borrowed from others.
"I don't know why I want to do these things, other than my desire to escape from Small Town, U.S.A., to dismiss the boundaries, to explore. It isn't a bad place where I grew up, but there was nothing going on but the cornfields. My life experience came from watching movies, watching TV and reading books and looking at magazines. And when your fucking culture comes from watching TV every day, you're bombarded with images of things that seem cool, places that seem interesting, people who have jobs and careers and opportunities. None of that happened where I was. You're almost taught to realize it's not for you."
I can really connect with this statement. I grew up the exact same way, isolated, with my experiences drawn from books, television, music, and movies. It makes me wonder what aspects of my life are really mine, and what's just cloned/borrowed from others.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Dragonfly...
Not moody anymore. I'm feeling kind of peculiar, though. I'v been going through my music and re-listening to older stuff. Found this little gem from a few years ago. For some reason it appeals to my sense of whimsy.
\:)
Universal Hall Pass - Dragonfly
Jump in, it's only fire.
The pilot's set to broil, my nimble cook.
It's useless, flying kites...
It only works if the wind is right.
And I've got a question for my dragonfly:
How to navigate through a perilous tide,
Without a safe or sound device...
Save only I?
Save, save only I?
So sayeth the law of shadow.
No night is so long to stop day from following.
So long as I reach the air and finally feel my colours change.
Jump in, the wisdom's with the pearls.
The little shiny eyes the oysters took.
Deception, dragonfly.
The underage plan to drink the night.
It's not some wonderful feeling like something just in the way.
Call up the 30 winds 'til your Persian rug flies.
Without a sage for sound advice...
Who's there?
Save only I?
Save, save only I?
So sayeth the law of shadow.
No night is so long to stop day from following.
So long as I reach the air and finally feel my colours change.
Oh, I'm willing...my dragonfly.
No need to slice the dark, it's just as good...I've found.
So jump in while the flame is bright.
And if you jump when the wind is right.
Think of this not as fire, but lights of coming dawn...
Coming dawn...
Coming dawn...
Fall up into the wind, if she offers a ride.
With no one else to turn the tide...
Save only I?
Save, save only I?
So sayeth the law of shadow.
No night is so long to stop day from following.
So long as I reach the air and finally feel my colours change.
So sayeth the law of shadow.
No night is so long to stop day from following.
So long as I reach the air and finally feel my colours change.
\:)
Universal Hall Pass - Dragonfly
Jump in, it's only fire.
The pilot's set to broil, my nimble cook.
It's useless, flying kites...
It only works if the wind is right.
And I've got a question for my dragonfly:
How to navigate through a perilous tide,
Without a safe or sound device...
Save only I?
Save, save only I?
So sayeth the law of shadow.
No night is so long to stop day from following.
So long as I reach the air and finally feel my colours change.
Jump in, the wisdom's with the pearls.
The little shiny eyes the oysters took.
Deception, dragonfly.
The underage plan to drink the night.
It's not some wonderful feeling like something just in the way.
Call up the 30 winds 'til your Persian rug flies.
Without a sage for sound advice...
Who's there?
Save only I?
Save, save only I?
So sayeth the law of shadow.
No night is so long to stop day from following.
So long as I reach the air and finally feel my colours change.
Oh, I'm willing...my dragonfly.
No need to slice the dark, it's just as good...I've found.
So jump in while the flame is bright.
And if you jump when the wind is right.
Think of this not as fire, but lights of coming dawn...
Coming dawn...
Coming dawn...
Fall up into the wind, if she offers a ride.
With no one else to turn the tide...
Save only I?
Save, save only I?
So sayeth the law of shadow.
No night is so long to stop day from following.
So long as I reach the air and finally feel my colours change.
So sayeth the law of shadow.
No night is so long to stop day from following.
So long as I reach the air and finally feel my colours change.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Crash and burn...
I'm feeling moody, and for some reason this particular song resonates with me right now.
Sheryl Crow - Crash and Burn
I watched the sun come up on Portland
I waved goodbye to all my friends
I packed my car and headed to L.A.
I gave away all my loose ends
Somebody said you gotta get away
To wanna go back home again
I left my universe, standin' there
Holdin' the hand of my best friend
And it's laughter that I feel when I think of you
It's one more dusty rose about to turn
I'll see you when I reach New Mexico
If I'm in the mood to crash and burn
I wrote a letter that I never mailed
I rehearsed a dialogue in my head
In case you ever wanted to track me down
I'll take my cell phone to bed
And it's laughter that I hear when I close my eyes
And it's one more punchline I forgot to learn
I call you up when my bottle's dry
I'm on my way to crash and burn
Antigone laid across the road
And let a mack truck leave her there for dead
Just because her lover split the scene
Love might be great, but why lose your head?
Well, it's laughter that comes up when I cry for you
And my heart may break again, before it learns
And I might be stupid enough to want to fall again
'Cause I've gotten used to the crash and burn
I say, I've gotten used to the crash and burn
Crash and burn
Crash
Crash
Crash
Crash and burn
Sheryl Crow - Crash and Burn
I watched the sun come up on Portland
I waved goodbye to all my friends
I packed my car and headed to L.A.
I gave away all my loose ends
Somebody said you gotta get away
To wanna go back home again
I left my universe, standin' there
Holdin' the hand of my best friend
And it's laughter that I feel when I think of you
It's one more dusty rose about to turn
I'll see you when I reach New Mexico
If I'm in the mood to crash and burn
I wrote a letter that I never mailed
I rehearsed a dialogue in my head
In case you ever wanted to track me down
I'll take my cell phone to bed
And it's laughter that I hear when I close my eyes
And it's one more punchline I forgot to learn
I call you up when my bottle's dry
I'm on my way to crash and burn
Antigone laid across the road
And let a mack truck leave her there for dead
Just because her lover split the scene
Love might be great, but why lose your head?
Well, it's laughter that comes up when I cry for you
And my heart may break again, before it learns
And I might be stupid enough to want to fall again
'Cause I've gotten used to the crash and burn
I say, I've gotten used to the crash and burn
Crash and burn
Crash
Crash
Crash
Crash and burn
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Not-so-OK, Cupid...
I've recently joined another dating site, OKcupid.com. Someone recommended it to me, so I thought I'd take the plunge. Plenty of Fish is just too...uneventful.
I've researched paid sites, such as eharmony, and found a number of rather disturbing things in the online dating scene. Things like "ghost profiles" (fake profiles, or defunct profiles being used to give the sense that people are viewing your profile), dubious match-making (supposedly you're a match, yet you find that there's absolutely nothing in common), or shoving a ton of "matches" at you right after you unsubscribe (to lure you back). I'm fairly certain POF is using a few of the tactics I've heard about, but that's neither here nor there.
I really like the layout of OKCupid. I also like the options, and the user-generated questions and content. Apparently alot of POFers do too. I've seen about a dozen people I've recognized from POF, there. Semi-ironically, a number of them were matched to me on POF, but according to OKCupid, weren't good matches. Then again, the matching is done moreso by an ever-changing database that cross-references itself, based on how many questions you answered, how the questions were answered, and then comparing the answers to the database population.
So far, I've had about the same success as I had on POF. I send out a buhjillion messages and get about 1-2 responses that really don't go anywhere. I chatted with 1 woman, who seemed really enthusiastic, only to have her stop speaking to me. I could actually see that she was still online, and waited for an hour to see if she'd respond. It's been days, I've seen her online, and she still hasn't bothered to respond, even though we were in mid-conversation at the time.
Bleh.
Same 'ole, same 'ole.
I've researched paid sites, such as eharmony, and found a number of rather disturbing things in the online dating scene. Things like "ghost profiles" (fake profiles, or defunct profiles being used to give the sense that people are viewing your profile), dubious match-making (supposedly you're a match, yet you find that there's absolutely nothing in common), or shoving a ton of "matches" at you right after you unsubscribe (to lure you back). I'm fairly certain POF is using a few of the tactics I've heard about, but that's neither here nor there.
I really like the layout of OKCupid. I also like the options, and the user-generated questions and content. Apparently alot of POFers do too. I've seen about a dozen people I've recognized from POF, there. Semi-ironically, a number of them were matched to me on POF, but according to OKCupid, weren't good matches. Then again, the matching is done moreso by an ever-changing database that cross-references itself, based on how many questions you answered, how the questions were answered, and then comparing the answers to the database population.
So far, I've had about the same success as I had on POF. I send out a buhjillion messages and get about 1-2 responses that really don't go anywhere. I chatted with 1 woman, who seemed really enthusiastic, only to have her stop speaking to me. I could actually see that she was still online, and waited for an hour to see if she'd respond. It's been days, I've seen her online, and she still hasn't bothered to respond, even though we were in mid-conversation at the time.
Bleh.
Same 'ole, same 'ole.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
And so, Sunday comes...
"And so, Sunday comes...not much better than it was..."
Yes, that's a Moist quote.
I feel kind of blah today, which is kind of like how I felt yesterday, and the days before that. It's Spring, shouldn't I feel...effervescent or something?!
Maybe it's just exhaustion talking.
Yesterday, I fell asleep at 7PM, woke up at midnight, rolled over and went back to sleep. Or at least tried. I basically tossed and turned until about 7AM, then got up for work.
I did have a peculiar dream, though. I was deep underwater, swimming down, and realized I had gone down too deep...and was running out of air. In the dream, I panicked and tried to surface but couldn't seem to get there. I remember watching my last bubbles of air floating in front of me, and realized I was about to drown. Lungs burning, I reflexively took a breath, expecting to feel water rush into them, and then horrible suffocation.
Oddly, it felt like water, but soothed my lungs like air. I remember how weird and surprising it felt to take several experimental breaths, and not be drowning. At which point I think that's when I woke up.
How's that for a wet dream?
*chuckles*
Yes, that's a Moist quote.
I feel kind of blah today, which is kind of like how I felt yesterday, and the days before that. It's Spring, shouldn't I feel...effervescent or something?!
Maybe it's just exhaustion talking.
Yesterday, I fell asleep at 7PM, woke up at midnight, rolled over and went back to sleep. Or at least tried. I basically tossed and turned until about 7AM, then got up for work.
I did have a peculiar dream, though. I was deep underwater, swimming down, and realized I had gone down too deep...and was running out of air. In the dream, I panicked and tried to surface but couldn't seem to get there. I remember watching my last bubbles of air floating in front of me, and realized I was about to drown. Lungs burning, I reflexively took a breath, expecting to feel water rush into them, and then horrible suffocation.
Oddly, it felt like water, but soothed my lungs like air. I remember how weird and surprising it felt to take several experimental breaths, and not be drowning. At which point I think that's when I woke up.
How's that for a wet dream?
*chuckles*
Monday, March 21, 2011
Bummed
Blergh...
SO, it looks like Andromeda and I are done.
Even after trying to patch things up, I still got my daily dose of passive-aggressiveness with her finally telling me 1 day "that I wasn't putting in enough effort". There was no warning whatsoever. Just BAM!
*sigh*
It's really tiring to deal with someone who keeps making you the bad guy, and themselves the victim. I admit, I haven't been all sunshine and rainbows, lately, but I was trying.
I think that after awhile, you just get numb to the games being played. I'm not even sure she knows how bad it is, or that she even does it (though I have told her), but she kept coming at it from the stance that it was all me, and that she was doing all the work.
Apply that to everything, and that's how bad it was getting.
So, after work one day, I made arrangements to collect my stuff, I stumbled to her place, gathered up said stuff, and said good-bye.
Been feeling really bummed the last few days, in the wake of this. Mainly because after all the psychological abuse she was subjecting me to, the intense passive-aggressiveness, double-standards, and needyness...I miss her.
Even though I know that I didn't deserve alot of what came my way, right now, a part of me feels like I did...
SO, it looks like Andromeda and I are done.
Even after trying to patch things up, I still got my daily dose of passive-aggressiveness with her finally telling me 1 day "that I wasn't putting in enough effort". There was no warning whatsoever. Just BAM!
*sigh*
It's really tiring to deal with someone who keeps making you the bad guy, and themselves the victim. I admit, I haven't been all sunshine and rainbows, lately, but I was trying.
I think that after awhile, you just get numb to the games being played. I'm not even sure she knows how bad it is, or that she even does it (though I have told her), but she kept coming at it from the stance that it was all me, and that she was doing all the work.
Apply that to everything, and that's how bad it was getting.
So, after work one day, I made arrangements to collect my stuff, I stumbled to her place, gathered up said stuff, and said good-bye.
Been feeling really bummed the last few days, in the wake of this. Mainly because after all the psychological abuse she was subjecting me to, the intense passive-aggressiveness, double-standards, and needyness...I miss her.
Even though I know that I didn't deserve alot of what came my way, right now, a part of me feels like I did...
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Smellobrate!
I have a new word for today.
"Smellobrate"
It's for use when something smells so good, you want to celebrate!
And now...on with some recent events.
My hours at work have been cut...again. I'd joke about it, but when it coincides with a troublesome roomie causing more trouble, it's not really funny-time.
Basically, said roomie has decided to move out at the end of next month. I'd jump for joy (because I hate him with the burning passion of a 1000 suns) if it weren't for the fact that it hoses me, and my remaining roomies, out of around $225 a month. Money I don't really have at the moment, given the work hours being cut.
So in-short, Hulk mad. Hulk really mad. But it's better than what we thought was going to happen, where the rest of us could've been stuck in a lease, and forced to waste $2000 over the course of the next 9 months. OR suffer a breach of contract, and potentially be sued for even more.
Been taking a break from Andromeda. About this time last week, she pulled a relationship no-no, and judged me. She called me "petty". I was venting about the workplace issues, and roommate issues (as seen above)...to which she judged.
Personally, I don't think it's petty to be mad at someone who screws me over to make their situation better. I think it's justified. Apparently, Andromeda thinks otherwise. And after some intermittent fighting, I've decided to simply not deal with her for the time being.
In her absence, I've been ruminating over alot of the problems I've been having with her. Namely, the fact that she's an emotional hostage-taker. One of her texts to me during our arguing phase is textbook emotional hostage-taking.
And I quote:
"If you loved me like you say you do, you'd..."
Funny thing is, It wasn't until then that I realized that she does it often. In fact, she did it right from the get-go, dropping the L-bomb ("I love you"), very early in our relationship, which made me uncomfortable. Over time, I eventually caved and reciprocated it back to her, mainly because she got pissy when I didn't. Still, that part is partially my fault, as I did acquiesce. And now, I suspect that there's going to be some fun conversation time come Sunday, when I tell her that our relationship isn't working out for me.
Now that'll be a chucklefest...
"Smellobrate"
It's for use when something smells so good, you want to celebrate!
And now...on with some recent events.
My hours at work have been cut...again. I'd joke about it, but when it coincides with a troublesome roomie causing more trouble, it's not really funny-time.
Basically, said roomie has decided to move out at the end of next month. I'd jump for joy (because I hate him with the burning passion of a 1000 suns) if it weren't for the fact that it hoses me, and my remaining roomies, out of around $225 a month. Money I don't really have at the moment, given the work hours being cut.
So in-short, Hulk mad. Hulk really mad. But it's better than what we thought was going to happen, where the rest of us could've been stuck in a lease, and forced to waste $2000 over the course of the next 9 months. OR suffer a breach of contract, and potentially be sued for even more.
Been taking a break from Andromeda. About this time last week, she pulled a relationship no-no, and judged me. She called me "petty". I was venting about the workplace issues, and roommate issues (as seen above)...to which she judged.
Personally, I don't think it's petty to be mad at someone who screws me over to make their situation better. I think it's justified. Apparently, Andromeda thinks otherwise. And after some intermittent fighting, I've decided to simply not deal with her for the time being.
In her absence, I've been ruminating over alot of the problems I've been having with her. Namely, the fact that she's an emotional hostage-taker. One of her texts to me during our arguing phase is textbook emotional hostage-taking.
And I quote:
"If you loved me like you say you do, you'd..."
Funny thing is, It wasn't until then that I realized that she does it often. In fact, she did it right from the get-go, dropping the L-bomb ("I love you"), very early in our relationship, which made me uncomfortable. Over time, I eventually caved and reciprocated it back to her, mainly because she got pissy when I didn't. Still, that part is partially my fault, as I did acquiesce. And now, I suspect that there's going to be some fun conversation time come Sunday, when I tell her that our relationship isn't working out for me.
Now that'll be a chucklefest...
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Ass-backwards...
Funny story. At work today, I found myself with a constant wedgie. One that I had to pick roughly every few minutes.
After a few hours, I quickly groped around and discovered that somehow, I had put on my underpants on backwards.
Seriously.
To put this into perspective...I don't dress in the dark, so I can't even use that as an excuse. I've been pretty out of it the last few days, though. Haven't been sleeping well, and I think I might be coming down with something too.
Also, it was my birthday on the 17th, so I'm now basking in my own decreptitude at the ripe old age of 34.
I did manage to grab Star Wars: The Clone Wars, season 2, and watched all of it over the course of this last week. Still a pretty good show.
I've also started collecting a board(-ish) game called Heroscape. It's basically a dumbed-down, tabletop RPG game with pre-painted miniatures. I've probably spent $400 buying figures and expansions for it. Bad news is, apparently the owners of it, Wizards of the Coast (current owners of the Dungeons & Dragons RPG) dropped it back in November, leaving the game without a distributor. So now everything is essentially out-of-print. What that means is...without any continuing production, prices for existing/remaining content in shops will go through the roof and the rarer stuff that I don't have will become even more expensive.
Case-in-point...A small jungle expansion with 4 spider miniatures, a smattering of tiles, and a copse of trees was going for $200+ on E-bay. That's about 5X what the set was originally worth.
But not to worry. I think I'm going to break out some arty skills and custom-make my own tiles, trees, and whatever-the-Hell else I want.
SHAZAM!
After a few hours, I quickly groped around and discovered that somehow, I had put on my underpants on backwards.
Seriously.
To put this into perspective...I don't dress in the dark, so I can't even use that as an excuse. I've been pretty out of it the last few days, though. Haven't been sleeping well, and I think I might be coming down with something too.
Also, it was my birthday on the 17th, so I'm now basking in my own decreptitude at the ripe old age of 34.
I did manage to grab Star Wars: The Clone Wars, season 2, and watched all of it over the course of this last week. Still a pretty good show.
I've also started collecting a board(-ish) game called Heroscape. It's basically a dumbed-down, tabletop RPG game with pre-painted miniatures. I've probably spent $400 buying figures and expansions for it. Bad news is, apparently the owners of it, Wizards of the Coast (current owners of the Dungeons & Dragons RPG) dropped it back in November, leaving the game without a distributor. So now everything is essentially out-of-print. What that means is...without any continuing production, prices for existing/remaining content in shops will go through the roof and the rarer stuff that I don't have will become even more expensive.
Case-in-point...A small jungle expansion with 4 spider miniatures, a smattering of tiles, and a copse of trees was going for $200+ on E-bay. That's about 5X what the set was originally worth.
But not to worry. I think I'm going to break out some arty skills and custom-make my own tiles, trees, and whatever-the-Hell else I want.
SHAZAM!
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Busy, busy bee...
Blergh, been so busy lately. Double-blergh because I have a migraine. Thankfuly the pain, dizzyness, hurling, and lack of coordination have all but worn off. I'm even braving food for the first time in a couple days. Yay me!
It's funny how I ignore my poor blog, rob it of alot of the stuff going on in my days, yet when something comes along and kicks my ass...that's when I finally set aside some time for it. I've got to stop doing that. Maybe that'll be my belated New Years resolution.
Recent events:
I've been spending alot of time with Andromeda, and finally got my lightsaber (it's pretty sweet). If I can figure out how to post a picture of it, I'll try. Damned new-fangled interwebs!
Also gotten a few new addictions.
Being a Star Wars fan I tend to keep tabs on various Star Warsy things. I've been on the fence regarding the recent Clone Wars CGI animated series. I won't get too far into it, I'm fairly sure I've ranted in a previous entry why my fandom of Star Wars isn't synonymous with fandom of George Lucas.
Anyhoo, I finally caved and picked up the 1st season. And I have to say that I'm impressed. The first few episodes are kind of "meh", but after the first 4-5 episodes the show really starts to find its legs. We get to see some pretty mature concepts get explored. In an odd way, I think the show reminds me of the old Batman: the Animated Series, which found an amazing capacity for being able to entertain children, and adults, AND fans of the source material in 1 fell swoop. Now I'm chomping at the bit to grab season 2.
*slaps veins in arm*
JUST PUT IT IN MY VEIN!!
Erm. Yeah...
My other recent addiction is the new DC Universe Online MMO. While not perfect by any means (alot needs revisioning, if not a total overhaul), but the game itself is ridiculously fun, and feels more like a console button-masher (which it is, ported from PS3 to PC). Overall it's a very dumbed-down MMO, with pretty great voice acting, bringing back alot of established actors who have provided voices from various cartoon series.
Blergh, Up for an hour, now I'm exhausted. Back to bed for me...
It's funny how I ignore my poor blog, rob it of alot of the stuff going on in my days, yet when something comes along and kicks my ass...that's when I finally set aside some time for it. I've got to stop doing that. Maybe that'll be my belated New Years resolution.
Recent events:
I've been spending alot of time with Andromeda, and finally got my lightsaber (it's pretty sweet). If I can figure out how to post a picture of it, I'll try. Damned new-fangled interwebs!
Also gotten a few new addictions.
Being a Star Wars fan I tend to keep tabs on various Star Warsy things. I've been on the fence regarding the recent Clone Wars CGI animated series. I won't get too far into it, I'm fairly sure I've ranted in a previous entry why my fandom of Star Wars isn't synonymous with fandom of George Lucas.
Anyhoo, I finally caved and picked up the 1st season. And I have to say that I'm impressed. The first few episodes are kind of "meh", but after the first 4-5 episodes the show really starts to find its legs. We get to see some pretty mature concepts get explored. In an odd way, I think the show reminds me of the old Batman: the Animated Series, which found an amazing capacity for being able to entertain children, and adults, AND fans of the source material in 1 fell swoop. Now I'm chomping at the bit to grab season 2.
*slaps veins in arm*
JUST PUT IT IN MY VEIN!!
Erm. Yeah...
My other recent addiction is the new DC Universe Online MMO. While not perfect by any means (alot needs revisioning, if not a total overhaul), but the game itself is ridiculously fun, and feels more like a console button-masher (which it is, ported from PS3 to PC). Overall it's a very dumbed-down MMO, with pretty great voice acting, bringing back alot of established actors who have provided voices from various cartoon series.
Blergh, Up for an hour, now I'm exhausted. Back to bed for me...
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Second verse, same as the first...
I've been contemplating what I should post for a few days now.
I was going to do the typical thing and do a New Years post, as many bloggers often do. And as New Year's approached, I felt little urge to post anything at all. I had an idea, and it sort of slipped away on me.
It made me think what's there to post?
What's the saying? "If you've got nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all"?
And I found myself with nothing good to say. Major buzzkill, I know.
Maybe it's the absence of Andromeda. Maybe it's the overall lack of direction I constantly feel. Maybe even the Winter blahs. I just don't understand what there is to celebrate. Yippee, it's another new year.
Another year has come and gone. Much like the previous year, and the year before that. It all just feels...interminable. And I'm not really sure what I can possibly do about it.
There just seems no satisfaction in anything. No challenge. Nothing really worth fighting for. In fact, that's exactly how I feel...I feel like a knight without a cause. A soldier without a proper war. Completely lost in a world I can't relate to.
And with all likelyhood, this new year will probably pan out exactly like the last.
I'll blink and miss it. And wonder what the Hell just happened.
I really need to change this pattern. I can't keep distracting myself from all the problems I have. Can't keep playing the shell game against my own psyche.
Now....go!
I was going to do the typical thing and do a New Years post, as many bloggers often do. And as New Year's approached, I felt little urge to post anything at all. I had an idea, and it sort of slipped away on me.
It made me think what's there to post?
What's the saying? "If you've got nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all"?
And I found myself with nothing good to say. Major buzzkill, I know.
Maybe it's the absence of Andromeda. Maybe it's the overall lack of direction I constantly feel. Maybe even the Winter blahs. I just don't understand what there is to celebrate. Yippee, it's another new year.
Another year has come and gone. Much like the previous year, and the year before that. It all just feels...interminable. And I'm not really sure what I can possibly do about it.
There just seems no satisfaction in anything. No challenge. Nothing really worth fighting for. In fact, that's exactly how I feel...I feel like a knight without a cause. A soldier without a proper war. Completely lost in a world I can't relate to.
And with all likelyhood, this new year will probably pan out exactly like the last.
I'll blink and miss it. And wonder what the Hell just happened.
I really need to change this pattern. I can't keep distracting myself from all the problems I have. Can't keep playing the shell game against my own psyche.
Now....go!
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