Sunday, February 23, 2003

"I think I've been a bad, bad kitty."

Hmm, watched X-Men on Fox for the sequel clips. Which was good, since they chopped out half of the movie. *eyes boggle* Edited for time and content? Content I can understand, but time...uhh...maybe they took that TOO literally. I didn't watch any of the Grammy's, because I've never watched them anyway. Most of the stuff I regularly listen to, music-wise, is not 'Grammy' material. I'd crap my pants if Coil played live on the show, which is never going to happen...so blah.
Really, I'm here to post a few links to animations on The Other Side (main page link can be found in the side menu), that always make me giggle and feel better when I've got the flu. Mittens is my hero. >:D The second one probably isn't for stuffy or uptight people. So, if you've got a broomstick up you-know-where or you're a Puritan, don't trouble your fragile psyche by watching it. The stuff on there is for mature audiences, so keep thy tongue in thy cheek...and that's the cheek part of thy face, you cheeky monkey-beings, you.
Mittens.
Mittens II.
Conform. Consume. Obey. Hey, there's no kitties, but Mr. Snaffleburger rawks. I've been meaning to get a t-shirt with Mr. Snuffleburger on it, from the site. >:D

posted by Min on 2/23/2003 010:55:31 AM

"I like to drive with my knees, otherwise, how can I put on my lipstick and talk on the phone?"

Ahh, that might explain the accident of January 2002, no? Anyhoo, this is just a minor blip, to say I've updated some of the links along the side of this blog journal. Now the songs on my playlist will have lyric links. Those Tori Amos mixes I mention there, are directly linked to the download page of I Hate Elevator Music. This is a glorious site I found sometime in '99/'00 and I just dug through my cds to listen to these little gems again. Brilliant stuff ('Winter' and 'Raspberry Swirl' are my all-time faves), I highly recommend a visit. >;) And if anyone who visits feels like leaving a comment, there's a little guestbook deal set up, to do so. Nothing major. My brother was kind enough to share his influenza with me...so I'm too out of it to even so much as think right now. I'm up at three a.m., blasted on cold meds. Urgh.
To top it off, blogger is down on my end (which seems to be a trend as of late). So I'm pulling this post off through the tripod editor. I figured since I was fiddling around, I might as well post something. Oh yes, I finally managed to get back on Animemech! Of course it was a proxy server problem on my end. It was a matter of sitting there and repeatedly trying to sign on, until it worked. Quite strange, but I was happy that it worked. Unfortunately, I can't (and likely won't) remember what I was going to post on there...which is just loverly and peachy. Double urgh.
Watched a lot of footage of that fire in R.I. and the trampling in Chicago (?). I dunno. I guess I've always been a bit too cautious or paranoid...having been through nightclub brawls/mace spraying/concerts gone wrong...that I've always made it a point to look for a couple alternate exits when I first get there. Then again, the nightclubs I once frequented, I was shown where the employee exits were and (as was the case in that nightclub trampling) the alternate exits were never locked up or blocked off. So, that might constitute a unfair advantage, I also got in two of the clubs, never waiting in line and for free. Once upon a time, it paid off to know the right people, I guess.
Still, it only takes one time. The best bet is never to head for the door you came in from. Because you're gonna get stomped on by five hundred other freaked out people, heading for the exact same door. I've hung out in some pretty seedy little concert venues. When a dorky friend gets her nose flattened, eyes blackened, and a foot broken in a mosh pit (which actually happened), you need to get out quick and go to the E.R., right? Right. So, to save embarrassment: exit out the back, preferably to a side street or alley. See? It pays off to know where you need to head in a emergency. It also pays off to know how to break in through your friend's apartment windows when she lost her keys in the melee, but that's another story for another time...and this is all incoherent anyway, so I give up. The pyrotechnic thing in that R.I. club was just idiotic, but I'm incapable of pointing fingers. S**t is always going to happen. You have to cover your own hiney, don't trust anyone else to do it for you. Its unfortunate and sad, but true. 'Nuff said and now I'm going to go pass out into a nyquil induced bliss.
posted by Min on 2/23/2003 03:23:48 AM

Tuesday, February 18, 2003

"Did I say deeeeeeeeeelicious?"

I'm such a cheater. I downloaded the Daredevil X2 trailer (or click here for the W.M.P. version). I'm sure more sites will put it up eventually, anyway. Sooo...umm....let me say it is quite excellent, the special effects look wonderful. There's definitely some major butt-kickin' goin on and it looks great, thus far. Its much darker than the first movie, as well. The last scene of the clip really had me laughing my ass off...but I'm not going to give it away, cuz it's just too darn cute. And the "drop the knives" bit? *cracks up* XD

Nightcrawler looks very well done, my dear friend Satan will be mighty pleased. Halle Berry, love the tornados, grrrl...that just rawks. :D And Kelly Hu looks like she's going to make an amazing Lady Deathstrike. That wee little bit of the clip of her facing off against Hugh Jackman (a.k.a. the future AbeVan Helsing in the 2004 movie), looked beyond bueno. She looks quite freaky-styley and also quite quick and spritely. I must see the movie....I...must see...the movie...

News for today: None, I had to rave for a moment. So, move along, nothing to see. Apparently, I'm going to cook some chili. It was requested of me, this morning...I guess they must like it or something.

Post note: Chili was good. Very spicy, used four different kinds of peppers in it, yum. The car is saved, but only because my Dad needs a reliable vehicle to drive and that's fine by me. I'll post more about that, later. And the Van Helsing movie image looks a wee bit like a certain Vamp Hunter that goes by D, no? Oh well, I'll definitely see it when it comes out. I loved both of The Mummy movies and monster movies are very appreciated by moi.
posted by Min on 2/18/2003 11:48:48 AM

Sunday, February 16, 2003

"Suiteki de atama ni anao akararete iru yona kokoromochi deshta."

Which Fallen Angel are You?
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How evil are you?

Uhh, yeah...I use AOHell for the time being, so I guess that does account for something and I seem to have a theme going, hmm? Anyway, we still haven't seen Daredevil yet. We're going sometime this week. Still can't get on Animemech, which is just uber-weird. Hmph. The real purpose of this post (which is not to bitch n' moan, for once) is that I had to post a couple of my latest online finds, since I'm up at the (currently) ungodly hour of midnight. Yep, midnight is a severely late hour for me to be awake. Scary, innit?

Anyhoo, to cut to the proverbial chase, my highly recommended items of the moment:

1.) The lovelyWater ElementandAquair Chimerawinamp skins. I figured since I've apparently lost almost all of the skins in the latest and not-greatest system blip, I should find a couple snazzy ones and go with them. I like the fading volume bar and the little wave on the shuffle button, I guess I'm in the mood for water lately. Purdy.

2.) A most brilliant plug in for mp3's, that I'm currently enamoured with: Pacemaker or Pacemaker (featured on Winamp's site).

It's too much fun, capable of turning songs into the rough equivilent of musical crack, in a instant. I've found my current optimal settings (if one wishes to dance and not keel over while doing so) are as follows:

Tempo: +3%, Pitch: -0.31 oct, Speed: +21%

Just my two cents, since I tweaked it so the vocals weren't affected but the speed and tempo were. I am enjoying the fact that I can now boost certain songs waa~aay out there. Deeeeeeeeelicious, reminds me of ye olde club days!

posted by Min on 2/16/2003 11:53:08 PM

Thursday, February 13, 2003

"There's nothing to do, but believe."

Umm, someone needs to take the Télépopmusik "Breathe" song off my mp3 player, because I can't seem to remove it. Maybe it's just the mood I'm in or that it's great background music. Either way, I'd like to say: "damn you Mitsubishi, for adding addictive music to your commercials...you magnificent automobile-plying bastards."

Seriously, whoever it is that's in charge of the ads, kudos on the music.

Random thought of the moment: Goverment issued duct tape. Hey, if the Pentagon can spent a hundred bucks on one hammer, I think they can damn well shower us cowering citizens with rolls of duct tape. Speaking of which, I was watching the nightly news, and apparently one man has gone so far as to wrap his ENTIRE HOUSE IN PLASTIC WRAP. Umm, okay? More power to him, I guess. I'm going to have to go with what my dad said, "If something's going to happen, then it happens...and it's not like any of us can ever find a roll of duct tape when we really need it."

Truer words have never been spoken. My dad is becoming a mini-sage. I nearly laughed my ass off when he called my brother "uncouth" the other day. Maybe we've been talking too much lately. Anyhoo, our seeing Daredevil has been pushed back to Sunday. I suppose I'll have to remain bored and discontent with the state of the universe, until then...or something like that...

posted by Min on 2/13/2003 11:43:59 PM

Wednesday, February 12, 2003

"I've been numb, I'm revived, can't say I'm not alive. You know I wouldn't want it any other way."

Whoo, got my new DVD on Monday and I'm pleased as punch. Glad I waited to get it. For once, procrastination paid off. See? It can be a good thing, every once in a while.

Mmm, dvd. *cuddles* You got here ahead of schedule and rewarded me with movie-based bliss. Huzzah for the all the extras.

And I know I said I wasn't going to post and that also brings up another good thing: The ability to do a about-face and change one's mind. Last time I checked, it was still a free country and it's my blog, so blah. >:P

Guess what? I'm outta cash, bank account is dry and has tumble-weeds blowing through it. That means that my ability to pay for this ISP will be a problem. However much I have in there will cover a month and a half, so I'll probably have to call in and set it at one of those "low hourly rates" where I get like...I dunno...five hours a month or something. Which is no problem, because this computer isn't running too well and I have a phone line splicer set up to the kitchen, so...hellooooo...my connection isn't worth a crap right now.

Bizarre thing o' the day: My mom paid a lawyer with a counterfit hundred dollar bill, that she got from a bank when she deposited her paycheck. She's out a hundred and the lawyer turned the bill over to the treasury department. Is she in trouble? Mmm, I dunno. The woman is insane already, so I'm sure the slightest nudge could send her plummeting over into some chasm of total yummy-nummy mental chaos.

In other news: I wrote out two chapters of a original story and then deleted it all...MWAHAHA! I'm getting a Shiva complex, I think. Must create and destroy... >:D

Anyhoo, I'm bored, so I think I'll start those two chapters again in a different writing style and see how it goes. I'm not sharing them with anyone else, though...and that's final. Since they will ultimately be destroyed so that I may start something else (or subsequently not finish them on a whim), and I don't want a single copy to be left in existence to come back and haunt me.

So, I'm off but I shall return on Friday night. I must go forth and watch That 70's Show, followed the heady intellectual content that is American Idol.

posted by Min on 2/12/2003 07:41:20 PM

Monday, February 10, 2003

"If I had a normal life I'd quite cheerfully go mad and fall over right now"

Quiz
created by Polly Snodgrass.

WATER OF AIR. You're aloof, depressed and seasoned. You'd make a good psychologist, executioner, black widow, arsenic poisoner, heretic queen or commentator. You're too witty for your own good. Have to get up early in the morny morn to fool you, as you spot lies a mile away. And WOE TO THOSE who dare attempt such a stupid move. You're Jamie Lee Curtis in Halloween, when she cuts Michael's head off. You're Anne Robinson, the host of The Weakest Link!

Goddess of winter, with a cold exterior but deep
down a warm, caring heart.


What element would you rein over? (For Girls)
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Umm, sure, ok? I'm a prime candidate for the Queen of Swords, though. >:D

Anyway, I'm used to the fact that the car is going bye-bye. The lawyers and the IRS were gracious enough to give us a three month buffer in which to hand it over. Unfortunately, if I'm going to lose it anyway, I'm not in the mood to drive the contraption. And I don't trust my own rather dubious driving skills, as it is. I mean, if I dent it up next week or something, then my dad definitely will have to shell out the money for it and I don't want to endanger his financial well-being, so to speak.

So, no car. Whee.

I slept on the floor last night (not even on the mattress), simply because I enjoy sleeping on the floor...and because I've misplaced all the nuts and bolts for my bed. It's together...sort of. *eyes go shifty* But, it was the best night's sleep I've had in ages. Despite the fact that the cats attacked me at three a.m., using me as a vaulting pad in order to wrestle and fist-fight one another. But I did get to dream for the first time in a long time, which was nice. I'm surprised at that and over the fact that I've been zonking out at a decent hour each night (between ten and eleven p.m.). I feel a bit better, being on some sort of a quasi-schedule, actually.

I tried to go onto Animemech this morning, but I was logged out and my password wouldn't work. It says I don't have a account there or something whacked out like that, won't even let me enter in my e-mail addy to get my password because it can't find it. Mucho bizarre. Oh well, I guess it's a rather LARGE sign that I should just stick to myself right now. One of those life's priority things, I suppose. Maybe I was deleted out of the system, because I don't post and have only been able to pop in quickly to see how everyone was doing? Who knows the great mysteries of the universe?

Puu, I was going to post something, though. I guess it doesn't really matter, it wasn't that important and I'll likely forget about it completely. My mind is a sieve, but it's a fully functioning sieve. :D Functioning enough, for me to get some writing done...inbetween me banging my fist against my comp tower, so that the ka-chunking noise will either stop or just get it over with and break down. Egh.

Latest pet peeve: that Levi's commercial with the buffalos and that chick that looks like she does heroin. Is there a point to it...besides the fact that the girl in the commercial looks like a corpse? *vague expression* Anyway, I don't like it. I think it's a banal use of C.G.I. and I wish they would stop showing it so much. It makes me flip the channel, now that I found my remote again...it had been lost in the midst of boxes in storage, for over a year. That commercial makes my face do this: >:\

I'm going to see DareDevil on Friday, my dad's going with me. We're both psyched. Not for the simple reason that my dad and I are fueling our current superhero movie fixations (he's still raving about how great Spiderman was), but I've lately found myself thinking that Colin Farrell is quite the hot little hedonist. >:D I watched him in a interview over the weekend, hitting on the woman from the news program with a ciggie dangling out of his mouth and that delightful accent of his...yum. He struck me as a very non-P.C. individual, which is a breath of fresh air, lately. Quite nice seeing someone behave in a less than civilized manner, even if he was linked to Brittany Spears. *shudders and cringes* C'est la vie, he's a bad boy and bad boys are uber-tasty.

Anyway, happy V.D. (Valentine's Day, which is just as tacky as being struck by a veneral disease, in my book). I'll likely refrain from internet use, until I see the movie and have something worthy of posting up...likely a mini-review or some other mish-mash like that. Caio.

posted by Min on 2/10/2003 09:18:47 AM

Wednesday, February 05, 2003

Hell in a handbasket.

Blogger, you'd best be up and working now, or I'm going to kick your ass. It's been down on my end, for far too long.

Well folks, it's official. I am now stuck in the middle of nowhere and now I have no car. Family financial woes stipulate that the only assets we had left (family vehicles - of which there were two, mine and my father's car) had to be liquidated and they'd only take one of them. And guess who's car was worth more (at a measly estimation of $3,300.00)? You gotcha. It was my vehicle, still listed as being in my father's name - fifty percent ownership. This is testament to my own frugality, that I only put sixty thousand miles on it. So everyone reading? Make sure to drive up to Canada or Mexico and run your cars into the ground, in the possible event of declaring financial destitution. Make sure to scrape it up along a telephone pole or cover it with spray-painted graffiti...which I'm seriously considering before the car is snatched away and I'll leave the commemoration up to your glorious imaginations. As it currently stands, unless we can scrape up a estimated $2,000 which none of us has, the car is as good as gone. Bye-bye, see ya, adios, caio, aloha, been nice knowin ya while ya carted my sorry carcass around...

Did they go after my mom? Nope, she hasn't had to pay for anything, for months and months (including her own bills which started this entire mess). Did they take the car that my dad was hoping they'd take (since we both share the use of my vehicle)? Hells no, it's a year or two older than mine is. So, hey...they want my car? Great. I hope they f**king choke on it, when I personally drive it down all their damned throats, hit reverse, and then do it all over again.

Trust me, after the last couple of years, I had one helluva panic attack when I found this little tidbit out. Literally went Vesuvius, until my chest felt like it was going to explode and my dad said he could see a vein popping out of my forehead. I almost started crying, but I don't EVER allow myself to cry in front of people, so I instantly reverted back to the usual rage and generalized freaking out. I had to stop myself from kicking a hole in the wall, too. *sarcastic snerk* Oh noooo people...it's not like I don't owe a astronomical amount on my school loans. It's not like finding a job with 10,000 + + + other unemployed people in this area of the state isn't nigh impossible, not that my computer makes a nice clunking noise while it tries to run, but now I'm left without a car or without the means to get another one for a very, VERY long time. And yes, that many plus signs are involved in the unemployment rate of this state (we're number one in something besides strip-clubs, finally). So that's a bare eff-ing minimum. The overwhelming joy on my end is just spreadin around, innit?

So, yeah. I'm still gone and things have technically gone from bad to even worse. The Judeo-Christian ethic of going to Hell is kinda hard to fathom, when I'M ALREADY STUCK IN IT.

I just got a chuckle outta that, by the way. I must be seriously far gone, because I just found this out a mere fifteen minutes ago and spent ten of those minutes screaming my bloody head off...and yet that made me snicker for five seconds. My dad is knocking on my door saying that he'll work something out and I shouldn't worry, and I just yelled at him that it's impossible to work out, I am worried, and I don't even want to talk about it right now. I've lost enough sleep over the past year, that I figured this year couldn't get any worse. Well, this is starting off with a bang, already! Can't wait for the rest of 2003, I'm sure it's going to be a real friggin' blast.

I don't want to chit-chat about it. I don't want phone calls or postcard reminders about it. I don't want to hear about it from another living, breathing being on this planet. I think right now, I just want to be left alone. Totally and completely and entirely, on a level that only a hermit scholar in a cave can understand, LEFT THE UNHOLY-BRIMSTONE-SPOUTIN'-DEVIL-RULIN'-PITCHFORK-WIELDING HELL ALONE.

Now that I've got that little insight out of the way...

Umm...actually I just paused when writing this, to hit Amazon and pre-order a director's cut DVD that I never got around to getting before. *eyes get shifty* I might not have a car, but I bummed twenty bucks off my padre for shopping purposes. Now I feel a wee bit better...getting geared up for May 2nd, even if I'm also anxious to see Daredevil, too. Ooooh, and the Hulk, cuz he's cute. Ooooh, and the Matrix movies. Little glimmers of entertainment-derived hope, please keep my sinking boat afloat?

So I'm gonna hole up in my room for the rest of the day, smoke ciggies and drink copious amounts of cawfee, and bang my head off my desk a few times. I'll live, because I figure by now, I'm inde-f**king-structable. You know, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, righty-o? So, I'm stronger, whoopie. I think I'll try to write something, get creative for once in a extremely long time, just to get sucked into someone else's angsty life, besides mine. >:D

*types away & begins to sing the time-honored chorus of "Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy" over and over again*

Ahh, in a new n' improved recent postscript, I did manage to find one of my poetry books during the moving process? And in it, much to my (currently-shattered) delight, I found the scrawled out copy of a poem which has been plaguing me for the last couple of years. It was because I couldn't remember who wrote it or anything other than a single line of verse. So, for everyone's enjoyment...but mostly for my own purpose of not losing a piece of obscure poetry once more:

The Happiest Heart

John Vance Cheney (1848-1922)

Who drives the horses of the sun
Shall lord it but a day;
Better the lowly deed were done,
And kept the humble way.

The rust will find the sword of fame,
The dust will hide the crown;
Ay, none shall nail so high his name
Time will not tear it down.

The happiest heart that ever beat
Was in some quiet breast
That found the common daylight sweet,
And left to Heaven the rest.

posted by Min on 2/5/2003 12:01:23 PM

Wednesday, January 15, 2003

"If anyone needs me, I'll be....somewhere else." Part deux.

Three a.m. and we're under a fog bank that is so thick, I can't see past the trees that are directly outside. I can't even see the street light and everything is dead quiet. Weird. It's kind of nice, since it looks like it's freezing fog. Weird but pretty in that decidedly "serial killer burying a body in the forest" kind of way. I'm still -temporarily- in the 'dumping grounds' so I can say that and mean it. Or need I tell of the particular Friday night that two seperate people found two seperate set of remains, a mere ten to fifteen minutes from the town. Argh.

Now to answer the real question of the moment: am I moved in? Yes and no. I hooked up my computer again, even though I don't have time to really use it, but I wanted to post just to let people know. Ends up this last weekend's rain put a major damper on our moving capabilities, seeing as how we really only had bed stuff left and toting matresses in a open truck, exposed to the drenching elements, was not going to be an option. Nothing worse, than trying to sleep on a matress that's been through a flood, right? Squishy.

Moving continues, tomorrow and the next day, then over the weekend. I shall still be gone, because I've found that running on nothing but rage has taken a wee bit of a toll on my body. I shant stop, though. I've found I enjoy running on rage, because it is tasty and delicious and I have tasted power and...by gods...I likes it.

*maniacal grin, eyes go shifty*

Yesh, that could be why Bladed is my online son....and why we shall both take over our prospective European countries, to rule with iron fists....or gundanium-lined fuzzy-wuzzy gauntlets, whatever floats our boats.

In the meantime, here is a mini-music list which is divided into two distinct catagories, which is getting me through this moving crap. If I keep listening to this stuff, I could probably pick up a house and throw it onto to a new location. Enjoy!

The big list of musical things that make Min go ZING!

Dance, dance...techno addict:

Utah Saints' "What Can You Do For Me?" - My dad can't stand my listening to this song, but I've been listening to the damned thing for years, so I figure someday he'll simply have to get used to it. Then again, I can't get used to his country music, so perhaps this is my subtle form of revenge, no? Kate Bush's voice is looped around in it, it's catchy, and reminds me of driving on the freeway a couple of summer's ago. The only time I can go faster than sixty-five, is when I something of this caliber on the stereo. Now I keep it in the car, all the time. My dad borrows the car and is treated to it blaring out of the speakers. It is this month's "I have had to pack up all of your crap and now you must suffer the wrath of undermining your psyche in subtle ways!" In otherwords, I have to do all this stuff? He'd better get damned used to me listening to these songs in the car AND as I'm sorting through boxes. Bwahahah...*cough, weeze*...hahaha!!! >:D

Prodigy's "Firestarter (Roof on Fire mix)" - Umm, sure, any of the remixes are good. The Emperion one I managed to snag a few years ago, was nearly eleven minutes of dance-dance bliss. I like this one the best, though. I guess it reminds me of the concert we saw them play at which, after going to a concert in Washington the night before, left me a clean slate and a complete slave to their groovy electronic beats...

Crystal Method - Saw them live, a year or two after Prodigy. Great stuff, I've never heard a Crystal Method song that I've hated, either. The stuff on the "Tweekend" album is pretty dagnabbed good, dagnabbit. Especially "Murder" which has become my all time fave C.M. song, hands down.

Chemical Brothers - Another wee addiction, like that above. When I got ahold of one of their album's years ago, I was hooked. "Setting Sun" and "Where Do I Begin?" really rawked my world. That other "How Does It Feel?" song had me hooked for months and bouncing around in the car at stop lights, with others staring at me like I was deranged. Which I am, so shut up. *sticks out tongue* Anyhoo, my latest listening has gone into their soundtrack works, such as Tomb Raider's "Galaxy Bounce" and "The Replacement Killers" theme. I swear that I'm going to become a professional cat burgler and have only these two songs playing on headphones, while I work. Sure, I won't be quiet...but clawing up curtains isn't exactly quiet, either.....

Voodoo & Serano "Blood Is Pumping (club mix)" - Probably the only techno ditty that makes me really want to go work out. I don't work out. I guess if I didn't have to put stuff away, I'd just sit here and bob my head around to it, then. It has this very "industrial assembly line" sound to it and it does make me type faster...damn, this song f-ing rawks...

DaRude "Sandstorm" - Mmm, songs that make me envision deserts. Ever been in one? It's not fun, I don't recommend it, even if it's technically a 'high desert' setting like I was in. Sure, this desert had snow on the obsidian flow the last week of June, and I still walked away feeling dirty (cuz that's what deserts do) and with a insta-sunburn after slathering myself with sunblock meant for babies. Anyhoo, this song reminds me of that, cuz it's scorching. I likey. I likey a lot.

DJ Aligator Project "Blow My Whistle, Bitch" - From the state of my overall musical taste, I'd say that nothing derogatory can ever offend me. Ever. Forever ever-ever. This song is so damn cute and bouncy, it totally reminds me of the old club-crawl days. I have yet to hear their other song "Suck My Lolipop" but I bet it's just as cute as this song is. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what they want! XD

Approximately ten metric tons of L.O.A. cd's: Songs that make my dad ask, "What did that woman just say?!" and me to respond with, "Whaaaa...I couldn't hear you over the moaning!" I once moved an entire apartment with only one other person (furnishing included), just by listening to L.O.A's "Lust" album and drinking five Red Bulls. I can now officially announce: FAER ME AND MY COUCH HURLING SKILLZ!

KMFDM / N.I.N. / Ministry: Someday I will stop listening to NIN's "Heresy" or "Wish" I think. As well as "Do You Know What You Are?" and "Stigmata" by Ministry. And "Son of a Gun" and "Bargeld" by KMFDM. I'm a woman on a mission. I must have mission music. 'Nuff said.

Front 242 - Ooooo~oooold club stuff. From "Headhunter" to "Neurobashing" and everything inbetween. I still am afflicted by the curse of a particular unnamable Front 242 song, that I can not keep of a copy of, because every single one has managed to break. I went through 5 tapes, every single time, they snapped right in the middle of the song. The 2 cd's suffered through misterious disappearances. I dare not download it onto this computer, now. I am wary to listen to it's deliciousness, for fear that things will go awry whilest moving things. *eyes grow beady* I won't even TYPE the name of the song so I can avoid the wrath of it's bad juju towards me, which is a shame...cuz it's sooooooooooooo good. It just doesn't like me. But I do have fond memories of one song, which I'm going to move into the next catagory, titled...

Pure Evil:

Front 242's "Moldavia" - Umm, yeah. Specific memory of a certain point in time, when this song was playing in the background. Is it evil? I dunno...probably not as evil as....

Aphex Twin's "Come To Daddy" - Good freakin' gods, what the UNHOLY HELL happened here?! Oh, silly me, of course the devil waltzed into a studio and recorded this lovable little ditty. Honestly, I've never heard anything so deliciously evil. It gives me that warm n' cuddly feeling. And the video? Egads, that was brilliant stuff, it suited the song very well. My dad walks through the room and I sing it in a happy demonic Exorcist voice and he looks as though he must cleanse everything with holy water. EVIIIILE! XD

Skinny Puppy's "Chorolone" - *shivers* Never ever, ever listen to this song on repeat, when trying to go to sleep? Even though it seems deceptively calm, relaxing even, it is not meant for slippage into a rem stage. That last time when I woke up from dreaming about the eye-sewn-shut giesha girl who had embedded razor blades poking out of her partially-bald head (through her skin), was enough off a mild geeking-out to last me a lifetime. I never listen to this at night, now. *shudders* Otherwise, daylight hours? It's pretty tasty. Great background music. It's handy too, because it reminds me to inhale & exhale, while hauling boxes around.

Coil - Music to mess with one's mind. Imagine someone suffering from a bipolar, delusional, hallucinogenic schizophrenic psychosis. Imagine all the possible layers of noise inside their brain. Gather a good number of these individuals into a room, hook up speakers so you can listen to the cacophany, and you have Coil music. Are they evil, exactly? Noooo, not exactly. If I recall correctly, the song "Titan Arch" was like movie music...or was it "Dark River"? It's the one with the sad sounding flute music at the end. Anyway, they tend to go from totally mental to completely beautiful. "Love's Secret Domain" could be deemed a evil-sounding ditty, given that the man singing it sounds like he fell off his proverbial rocker and couldn't get up again. The unreleased Hellraiser themes (a set of three songs) are exceptionally pretty, "The Box Theme" sounding much like a slightly broken music box with a ticking bomb inside it. "The Hellbound Heart" reminds me of spider webs and it's only saving grace from me going into a itching fit at that thought, is that it's a really beautiful piece of music. In a completely other direction, "Penetralia II" and "The Auto-asphixiating Heirophant" (there's a version of "Hierophant" replete with the sounds of barnyard animals being played backwards), is pure evil. Dagnabbit, I love this group. Listening to Coil makes me want to write something far beyond creepy, actually...hmm...perhaps I'll try when things are settled down again. In the meantime, it's the perfect backdrop for me to go mental too. *hucks a oak kitchen table out the front door* See? >:D

And that is all for now. I shall sign off and go to bed, so that things may continue, unabated. Caio.


posted by Min on 1/15/2003 04:03:17 AM

Saturday, January 11, 2003

"If anyone needs me, I'll be...somewhere else."

Argh, I'm in moving Hell! Blergh! News item number one: phone lines = nihil. They will cost $70.00 per HOUR to put in. There are only two phone jacks and I won't have access to them, but we're trying to rake up the fundage for them, right now. Earliest time frame I could be online? About Monday, with a LOT of luck. Latest: Friday-ish. It's going to be a real mess for a little bit...

Oh, and I told Phong when I spoke to him to point the direction to this journal if anyone wanted to know the answers to the "guess this lyric" thread on A.M. Here they be:

1.) Chinese Burn - Curve

2.) Happy Phantom - Tori Amos

Damn, I thought those were easy ones. I guess I'll get those pixie cookies, to myself now. XD

BTW, Phong, it was great talking to you again! We do have some of the best conversations, which never fails to surprise me since I'm such a tree-hugging liberal new-age hippy-chick about everything. I wonder how you stand it sometimes, but we've never really had a big old throw-down argument, so that's good. I hope I didn't just jinx that now? o_O; Nevertheless, you'll hear from me soon. After all, I must deduce the means with which you bake pie and our cawfee talks are delightful. Tawlk amongst yourselves...it's just like buttah, dah~lings! LMAO!

My dear bishie son, Bladed, I don't think you come here...but play nice with that rocket launcher I gave you (the one that also has the thing which tells time). And always eat yer puddin! Wait, the puddin is a treat...so now I shall have to send you a puddin pack and you must ration it, until I come back. P.S. - I still don't know who your father is. I think it might be Darth Vader, so don't be surprised if you hear some asthmatic voice hissing "Bladed...I am your fathaaaah!" at you, someday. XD

Cassy-poo, I'm holding all your man-panties hostage. I shall hold a lighter underneath them and film it on webcam to terrify you, until you willingly hand over your tasty artiste skillz. And $12.99. Remember, I'm not cheap. >_> <_< >_>

Anyhoo, with those short messages completed, I must begin with the unhooking of my poor compy...which is currently giving me one of those nice "you do not have enough system resources to run blah-blah-blah program, care to shut down?" messages that is making me cringe. I was extremely happy to find out a couple days ago (which I forgot to mention) that they're putting Beast, Gambit, and even Colossus into the X-Men sequel! Wh00t! Did I only say that I was happy? Okay, the truth: I saw Beast and Gambit in the cast listings and giggled like a lil girl on a permanent sugar-high. XD I bet they'll only have bit parts, since I couldn't rustle up a picture of anyone other than the guy playing Colossus, though. They'd best give me some Gambit, dagnabbit...or I'll whine at Satan like I did for a full week after we watched the movie. I probably will anyway, since they'll put him in there, like, flipping a exploding playing card and running off. That'd be my luck, he'd be there for the blink of an eye and that's it... o.0;;;

Okay, I'm goin, I'm goin. I'll stop with my rambling on about stuff that is out there past Pluto. I shall return though, sometime within the next week? Farewell for now, to all you dears who read this all too brief and incoherent post! Caio, y'all!

posted by Min on 1/11/2003 12:44:11 AM

Thursday, January 09, 2003

Hope I don't run out of gas, bit my sacrilegious ass...ain't nothin out there that scares me.

Moving is a real pain in the posterier, and one would think with as many times as I've been shuffled around, I'd be used to it by now. All right, fine? I am used to it. It doesn't mean I have to like it, though. Moving blows chunky monkies, but as long as I know where the coffee cups and spoons are, everything is A-okay.

However, I always seem to underestimate the amount of time that packing does take. With two days and three nights left, it is crunch-time. No, I'm not talking about that Captain Crunch cereal, either...although that stuff is really good 'n uber-crunchy, when it has all those crunchberries in it? I mean more along the lines of I'm the only person crunching stuff into boxes, as fast as I can lay hands on the items in question. I can't really blame my brother for any of it, seeing as how he's not here all week long and has the task of hauling all the stuff I pack and all the heavy furniture to the new place. That's a trip in itself, anyway. However, my dad really doesn't have any excuse (not even the "I'm old and feeble" b.s. one) for not being able to do anything. To date, he has managed to call up the power people and switch over the account to the new address. Gee, thanks Dad. All my crap is already boxed up, but I still have to pack your stuff. You are a magnificent bastard. Really, I mean it...thaaaaaaaaaaaaaanks. LMAO! XD

Hey! My brother made dinner tonight, for both of us! Mmm, spicy shrimp stir fry, the type that burns the lips as soon as the chopsticks come near 'em. There's something really great about food that causes instant burning, upon contact. I can't get enough of the stuff! Too bad this means I'm going to ask him to fix stir fry all the time. Wierd, too. I didn't know my brother has the propensity for clogs in his arteries? No wonder he's so picky about what he eats, now. Hmmm...I don't take care of myself at all and the last time I got checked, the doctors always tell me "Oh, you're fine" or "get checked up next year" or whatever. All I have now is this awful lean towards catching sniffly colds and slipping vertebre, but that's been going on since high school. I crossed my ribs last week, again! I think it's hilarious, but it does happen to hurt a lil bit. Oh, the many joys of being double jointed, all over. No sexy jokes, either. It's actually a pain in the ass to have one's shoulder pop out of socket...

To get to the real point of this post, I obviously couldn't make it online, on Wednesday night. There's still a lot of stuff that needs to be done and I have to attend to, with only TWO days left. Which really sucks, because that only gives me one night, total, to catch up with the remaining people on my list-o-people-to-chat-with. Laury, Kata, and most definitely Phong...plus I really need to get back to Cass, too...since I left him hanging the other night. Sorry, Cassy-kun! P.S. - ZM, thanks for the post that I haven't responded to yet, in the "I'm sorta back...kinda?" thread! Long live, Prince Eccentro! *makes with throwing the gratuitous red roses* I probably won't be able to post again, until I get unpacked and things sorted out. Lawyer day is coming up on the 22nd, so wish us luck! Otherwise, I won't have a car, anymore....to save on insurance, it's under my dad's name. LOL! No biggie, I really don't like driving, anyway.

BTW, have I ever mentioned, that I hate time constraints? Well, I do. Everyone tends to think I work better with a due date or a limit being placed on things, like I'm some kind of hectic schedule girl. Maybe I do, since it tends to halt any procrastination on my part. Unfortunately, that means that some stuff gets left for the last minute scramble, which is what I'm experiencing now. And that means I don't have an excess of time to myself, at least for this moment in time. For the love of the gods, I can't even play a RPG that has a timer bit on it, without hopelessly fouling it up. Makes one wonder why I have a bare minimum of four clocks in my room, doesn't it? I don't hate time, per se, I am just very, very aware of it.

Anyway, I think that I "came back" too soon, since it was just a momentary blink that I'm actually able to be online. Speaking of which, phone lines at the new abode are still iffy, as far as my access to them, goes? But I'll be calling up the proper phone company in the morning (as soon as I can figure out which one to call) and arranging a time (sometime next week) to have them hooked up or put in place, which ever. Cable is another matter, too. From what I understand, we'll be getting nothing more than twelve channels out in the woods. I'm gonna miss watching The Osbournes, dammit. The only good show on MTV after years of monotony, Ozzie and Sharon rule! Furthermore, it would figure we'd move after the cable company here decided to finally put in Food Network, on January 1st. I actually kept bugging them, to see if they were going to include it, for many months over the past year. Well, at least I got to see two episodes of Iron Chef? I count myself lucky in that capacity, so this cable TV addict's got no room to complain.

Gods and no smoking inside, in there. If the family thought I'd grown horns and fangs before now, that I'm a major nag/beeyatch to begin with, just wait til they see me niccing out. No joke, it's gonna be hell on earth in that tiny abode, for about a month or two. I do love my ciggies, primarily because I think my soul was once accustomed to inhalation of much fire and brimstone, once upon a time. My primary theme song isn't "Born With A Tail" for nothing, dammit! The chorus even makes sense, since I have tossed back more than a few with the reigning King of Hellfire. >:D Too bad there's no lyrics for the song online or I'd link to 'em, but I did include a little tidbit as the title of this post. Leave it to me to be semi-obscure.

You know, it still cracks me up when I call him the devil, because he strikes this Madonna "vogue" pose...bats his eyelashes...and says, "Well, you do know that I was the most beautiful angel..." Then he would run off and drink lots of beer and play RPG's until the break of dawn. Still had nothing on my Tekken (I still hold my "Tekken Goddess" title) or Tomb Raider skillz though. That poor boy...actually trying to do a mid-air backflip while firing uzi's. It was hilarious whenever he fell backwards off a cliff. n_n <---*actual face I made at him, upon his knocking off Laura Croft, yet again* He'd just glare at me and say, "I don't have your timing" and then I'd nod and keep going: n_n at him until he began to growl and pound on the buttons. I'm may not be nearly as evil as he is, but I probably made one great little minion or was at least as annoying to normal, well-adjusted beings as...say...poison ivy or chicken pox? You know, something that lingers and is very itchy. I can only guess, though. I've never had chicken pox, but I had a case of German measles when I was a baby. On the topic of illness, maybe that's what caused the slew of ear infections, that I had until grade 2, which resulted in surgery (eww, gross surgery) that really didn't do my hearing any good. Eh, who knows? According to my doctor, back in 1994, I had less than half of it left, due to all the scar tissue residing in there. I don't think about it, until my hearing completely goes out in both ears, which tends to happen on a daily basis, now. I think it makes things fun and interesting, actually? It's the main reason why I watch closed-captioned television, since I can sit there jabbing fingers in my ears - waiting for my hearing to eventually kick back in - and still be able to know what's going on in a program. I've become a very good lip-reader, too! I guess people now know why I prefer to "talk" online! XD

Wow, I guess I really do type fast! This only took over five minutes or so to pound out on wordpad. I bet there's about a billion type-o's in this post, though. Oh well, hopefully I'm clear enough, since I've really got to go to bed and get up at the butt-crack of dawn. Anyhoo, chatting last night? That was so far out of the question, it couldn't even be called minute speculation. Tonight, might be better? We'll see. As with everything, it's aaaaaaaaaall up in the air. Gotta take it as it comes, eh? Especially since my comp gets unhooked, officially, in the wee hours of Saturday morning. Probably around one a.m., I'll start yanking cables and carting it out into the front room, so we can get out of one hell hole and move into another. Whoooooo, I'm almost outta here and well on my way to forested seclusion! Whatta relief! Now maybe someday, if I'm really lucky, I'll make it to a snowed-in house somewhere in Vermont? n_n

posted by Min on 1/9/2003 01:03:33 AM

Sunday, January 05, 2003

Why? Because I Can-Can-Can.

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take The Garbage Out
(by Tori Amos - live)

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout would not take the garbage out.
She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,
Candy the yams and spice the hams,
And though her Daddy would scream an' shout,
She simply would not take the garbage out.

And so it piled up to the ceilings:
Coffee grounds, potato peelings, brown bananas, rotten peas,
Chunks of sour cottage cheese.
It filled the can, it covered the floor,
It cracked the window an' blocked the door,
With bacon rinds and chicken bones, drippy ends of ice-cream cones,
Prunes pits, peach pits, orange peel, gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,
Pizza crusts and withered greens, soggy beans an' tangerines,
Crusts of black-burned buttered toast, gristly bits of beefy roasts.
The garbage rolled on down the hall.
It raised the roof. It broke the wall.

Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs, globs of gooey bubble-gum,
Cellophane from green baloney, rubbery blubbery macaroni,
Peanut butter, caked and dry, curdled milk and crusts of pie,
Moldy melons, dried-up mustard, eggshells mixed with lemon custard,
Cold French fries and rancid meat, yellow lumps of 'Cream of Wheat'.
At last the garbage reached so high, it finally touched the sky.

Heh... and all the neighbors moved away,
An' none of her friends would come to play,
And finally, Sarah Cynthia Stout said,
"Okay, I'll take the garbage out."
But then, of course, it was too late-
The garbage reached across the state,
From New York to the Golden Gate,
And there, in the garbage she did hate,
Poor Sarah met an awful fate that I cannot right now relate,
Because the hour is much too late.
But children, remember Sarah Stout,
An' always take the yummy garbage out.
I'm Tori Amos, an' I hope that was a good nighty-night. Hmm...

posted by Min on 1/5/2003 10:39:06 PM

Think Superheroes have it tough? Just wait til they hit the big screen.

This is where I think anime has a very good point that can be learned from it. Most of the time, there is simply no such thing as a happy ending. The Japanese are very adept at dismal endings, with a few rare exceptions, the epitimy of which would be the ending of Ninja Scroll or Ghost in the Shell. The main characters may have won in some capacity, but they also lose someone else or a part of themselves, in the process. My hat's off to anime, for that. No question, there. I mean, why else would I watch the end of a series with my dear friend, Satan, and hear him sigh as the credits began to roll, "Ahh, yet again, I can taste the angst..."

Maybe it's just the type of stuff we watched...like that time we reached the end of N.G.E. and sat there staring at each other with blank faces for about ten minutes, before he asked, "What the hell was that?" *shrugs*

In the U.S., I don't think the superheroes fared any better. I mean, you have The Hulk, for instance. Man gets mad, turns into heap big green rampaging monster guy, and therefore must have copious amounts of anger management therapy and meanwhile escape from all those whom he has blessed with a gaping hole in the side of their place of residence and/or employment and/or bashed in skull. The Hulk meant well, in his own way...kinda....sorta...okay, maybe not. He's merely The Hulk, he was an uncontrollable force. And sure, the real point of this already rambling post is supposed to be comic-to-movie adaptations, and The Hulk was only ever that TV show with Bill Bixby that I was addicted to when I was but a wee child. Sue me, I used to devotedly watch Wonder Woman and that cheesy Batman program with outright religious devotion, too. I mean, what little girl from my time-frame of frequent reruns, didn't want to be Cat Woman? She had the best outfit, I tell you! Hell, I even had a Cat Woman sleeping bag for the longest time, complete with her weilding a whip. Oh, and the Isis & Shazam(!) show, too. Damn, I LOVED watching SHAZAM! Why don't they bring that back? I'd watch that cheesy show, even now, if they'd show it again.

Random comment: All right, why can't I write stuff without being sarcastic or going off on tangents, anymore? Moving on...

My real point is this: there's only been a few movies that have really been able to successfully pull off a comic-to-film version, just like there are few movies that can survive a book-to-movie conversion. And I'm talking "first off"movies, not any of the sequels. Which I'll get into in a moment, after I give this long-winded explaination of my usual view-point on this topic:

Whenever I went to see one of these particular brands of movies, I'm one of those anal-retentive people who sit there and EXPECT to hate it or find fault. There's been occassions where Satan would have to physically sit me down and make me watch it, on occassion keeping me from walking out before the end. There's also been the one time that he made me sit through Starship Troopers, actually pushed me back down onto the couch and pinned me down like a pro-wrestler, so I couldn't escape. By the time it was over, all I could do was glare directly at him when he asked me, "So what'd you think?" And I told him, I believe it was, "I hate you for making me watch this film. I didn't like the story before this, and now I can actually say that I have an excuse to go on a holy quest to burn all copies of this movie, in order to save the rest of humanity from watching it." He couldn't understand why I hated it, but this was coming from the guy that knows the Dune movie, line for line...which used to piss me off to the point of throwing things when trying to watch it, cuz I got it in stereo. Yep, one side from the TV, one side out of his big mouth. *shakes head* Now I can't watch Dune without hearing his voice doing that, in my head. And he thought it was bad, when I retaliated by making him watch one week of nothing but original Star Trek/DS9 episodes, followed by all of the movies in chronological order. Side note: We drove our other roommate nuts, because we wouldn't let him touch the main TV without our frantically screaming, "that better have Star Trek playing on it!"

We burned out on Star Trek really quick, after that. I had only to waggle a copy of Wrath of Khan at Satan, and he'd visibly shudder before going back to watching his many tapes of Digimon and that one show on Sci-Fi channel that I can never remember the name of. Ya know, that one with Pilot and John Criton and the muppet that belches a lot? Argh, this is going to bother me, until I can think of the title...

So, back to the point...whatever that might be. Here's a few of my failed examples of a rancid comic-to-flick attempt, one in a classic sense. The Punisher? It was cruel and unusual punishment to watch half of it. Spawn? I liked the comics I had read and what I taped of the animated series, much better. The Dick Tracy movie? Suuuuuuuucked like a kid with a popcicle, sitting on a curb in the South, in the middle of a August heat-wave. My great-grandfather was a collector of comics, comic-strips, and baseball cards; which we used to fight over until great-grandma - in her infinite wisdom - told him to let me have the stuff and then would scare me with her false teeth and fed me those awful fudge-graham-cookies I had to gag down in order to make her happy. Anyhoo, he always let me tag around and rummage through what he had when I was really young, so when the film came out...I wanted to go see it. I dragged my best friend at the time, Debbie, to the movie theater at the nearest mall. We sat, we watched it, somehow I ended up losing a ring in there and that only added to my exasperation of having wasted money and shopping time. Debbie was bored and ticked at me - naturally - for dragging her there, since she was only interested in all things George Michael at the time. I swore if she made me listen to that Sex song one more time back then, I was going to scream, "I DON'T WANT HIS FREAKIN SEX, DAMMIT...AAAARGHHHH, WHY CAN'T HE SHAVE HIS MAN STUBBLE?!" But, you know what? The only one good thing I got out of that movie back then, was a really good brunette replica of Madonna's haircut. One which Satan kept telling me to get, over and over again. And I keep telling him (even now) that I can't because it now reminds me of the Dick Tracy movie and that makes me feel like I need to gang way to the nearest restroom because I'm going to hoofle.

I dunno. Maybe it's just because some sacred peice of childhood memory had been tarnished somehow. I mean, there must be someone out there, that finds a redeemable quality in the Dick Tracy movie, if Satan insists that Starship Troopers was actually a "really, reeeaaaally good movie!" *shudders*

Another, more successful, movie that contained a superhero would have to be the first Superman movie. When I was little, I had a couple old Superman comics and had watched a slew of the old black & white TV show reruns. Even though I was only in grade school when the movie came out, I knew enough of the story all ready. So I asked my Dad to take me to it, in the dinky theater that this town used to have, and I was totally in awe. Not only because my Dad didn't go to a lot of movies at that point in time (unlike he does, now...twice a month), but because it was just a great film. I can still watch it today and it's still a great film. It had it's proverbial comic bases covered, the hero almost lost the girl before saving the day, and for it's time it did well with the special effects. Christopher Reeve was the Man of Steel, c'mon! How could it go wrong?

Then came the sequels.

Sequels raise another problem. The first Superman may be one that I consider a really good movie, because of the great way they covered the history and overall mood and character content of it. But the sequels were pretty inane and I totally lost interest. I think it would have been better off with just the one perfect movie and the production studio not trying to milk a few more dollars out of the public. But, this is just what I think. After all, I have one perfect night as a little girl, chatting away to my Dad in a restaurant afterwards, about how freakin great Superman was and how I wanted to be just like Louis Lane. I was always such a hopelessly short kid, that my feet just dangled back and forth, not even touching the floor. The place we were in had deer heads with glass eyes that stared down at us, from high up on the walls, and I had a slice of peach pie, ala mode, with the ice cream served in a seperate dish because I hated it on top. And I didn't even finish the pie and he didn't care, because I didn't usually chatter all excited and starry-eyed like that. Yep, that's how vivid one night of movie going, was for me. And don't get me started on the time my Mom took me and my younger brother to the exact same theater to see Empire Strikes Back? Whole other story, entirely, since that blew my ass away when I first saw it...yep, I really went home without an ass to hold my legs and tummy together. But this is all in the past. The restaurant is still there, replete with staring deer heads, and I can point out exactly where we were both sitting, when we I had that slice of pie. The brick movie theater's been closed down for years (the back half of it crumbled in a earthquake, long after the fact), but I can still remember it, like I'm sitting in there, right now. Sometimes, I could walk past what's left of the facade of the building and remember dusty old velvet drapes and seats that were like trying to get comfy in a electric chair lined with nails...which one only really noticed when the movie failed to capture and hold my attention.

So, sequels? Yeah, that's something else entirely. That's where things can get messed up. And that's what I'm hoping won't happen to the next two movies, that I'm going to write about. And I'll give another good example of why sequels can wear thin, afterwards.

First off, I used to like Spiderman as a kid. I have always hated spiders, though. That was kind of odd, because I remember watching the Spiderman cartoon on Saturday mornings (remember the one with Iceman and Firestar?) and be simultaneously attracted and filled with revulsion at the same time. So when all the hype started over the Spiderman movie, I reminded myself of Dick Tracy and thought to myself, "Umm, okay, comic movies can either be utterly horrible or decent. So, to play it safe, it's a rental." I tend to get pretty blase over the buzz that gets generated about this or that, and that means that I'll give it one financially cheap shot and then make a decision. Even my Dad went to the theater to see it, and I stayed at home to wait for his verdict. It's either "I fell asleep in the theater" or "Damn, that was a really good movie, you should've gone with me!" Well, Spiderman was one that I ended up having to wait for it to come out on video, to see for my jaded self. I didn't want my Saturday morning memories to become tarnished, too.

And they weren't. It was a good movie. It covered what it was supposed to and gave a good sense of what it meant to be a superhero. Sure, he didn't really get the girl, just saved her hiney multiple times. He knew why he had to walk away from what could be, because he had to deal with himself and what he was capable of doing, for others...even if it was at the expense of someone else, to show him that. All right, I still cringed at the spiders and all references to spiders, but walking through webs tends to cause a freak out on my part. But Tobey Maguire was really quite good in it. He had that deceptively harmless kitten-boy look to him, that made you feel sorry for him, until he finally donned his costume and showed what he was capable of doing. It had pain, it had longing, it had all the special effects that it was worthy of. It had the Green Goblin, who has always rocked the casbah, that evil bastard. And it's open enough for a slew of sequels, with plenty of 'bad guys' to fight. Now, let's just hope they don't go the way of Superman and start getting off track with the story line and have Spidey already getting hitched to Mary Jane at the end of Spiderman 2.

Okay, this next example is where I got really picky. X-Men. When I first heard they were turning this into a film, Satan and I both shook our heads and simply said "Uh uh, don't touch it." This was because we had both watched all of the animated series and I spent hours up in his room, going through boxes of miscellanious 'borrowed' X-Men comics. I still don't know if he gave them back to the guy he borrowed them from, whoops? Anyway, I can still recall listening to his speech regarding just how much Nightcrawler kicks ass. For me, it was Gambit and Beast, with some heavy smattering of Rogue and Wolverine and Magneto and always (ALWAYS) Jubilee. *Thumbs up to Miss Lee* I can remember laying eyes on one of the re-called Rogue action figures, that our friend had in it's unopened package, stuck to his walls...

I didn't want to watch it, even when Satan went out to the theater. I wouldn't go. I told myself, "No way in Hell."

I didn't watch it, even when Satan and our other roommate came back with excited and raving reviews of how much it kicked ass. Silently, I cited the holy sanctity of comics and animation, using it as a shield. I said "Oh, that's nice" and nodded my head and went back to writing fanfiction, which was what I was doing at the time. I didn't see it, until Satan bought the DVD and brought it home and I was bored, so I plopped down in a bean bag chair with my arms firmly crossed over myself and watched like one who was willing to find fault, as per the hyper-critical norm.

Halfway through the movie, I laid fault aside. Hugh Jackman became Wolverine, plain and simple. I had wondered before, how the hell they'd find someone who was able to wield those hefty claws. Jean Luc Picard (HA HA HA) was Xavier, because he just embodied it, physically and emotionally. Especially in his brief scene with the always great Ian McKellen (whom I had seen in Gods and Monsters, a movie I really enjoyed) at the beginning of the film. Cyke was his old stiff self. I even got over the fact that they had made Jean Grey a doctor. It was a hurdle, but I got over it. I got over the way that Rogue and Wolvie met up, in the beginning. One thing that bothered me, though, was Anna Paquin as Rogue. I couldn't get off the age thing, the weepy kid thing, the fact that she occassionally lost her 'Southern drawl', and I was simply too used to the white streak and found myself really missing it. I think I started to say something about that, but was shushed by Satan who grinned like mad and simply told me, "Wait and see!"

So, I waited and I saw and I was impressed. It was obvious that the people who made the movie, had put a lot of thought into it in regards to the characterization, and that's always a nice thing to see. Sure, I really missed Beast, Gambit, and Jubilee only had a bit part that was seen in a out-take. But it worked. As a comic book set onto film, it worked. Now, I'm hoping that the sequel is just as good and I'm actually looking forward to seeing it in the theater, which says a lot for what I thought of it. There's so much they can do with this, with other characters and story-line...so much to Magneto and Xavier's "old friends" rivalry, to Wolverine's 'Weapon X' past and that bizarre "love" triangle concerning Jean...that it will be really interesting which directions they ultimately decide to take it in. And I'm sure Satan will be quite happy that they're putting Nightcrawler into the sequel. I might even get a e-mail about it, after he sees the movie. I expect to write back (if they don't include these characters), "Sure, but where's Gambit, dammit? How's Rogue supposed to get over Wolverine and hook up with her man? And Beast! Where's the big blue guy?" *sobs*

Something tells me that they won't really ever get into the Age of Apocalypse, the Jean Grey/Phoenix thing, Savage Land, or that Siege Perilous "place", but oh well? C'est la vie.

Now, to finish up...because it's really late and I spent too much prime sleeping time pounding this out...my last example of how comic movies can run thin. Batman. My Mom actually went with me to see it and I was totally sucked into the dark and twisted little world that Tim Burton was able to create around it. I thought it was great, really. Even though I can't stomach Michael Keaton on the best of days, I thought he made a really good Batman. I even loved the second movie, because Michelle Pfieffer made a great Cat Woman. I liked that she was just a wee bit off kilter. The third movie, well, okay. It had charm. It didn't have the dark quality that I liked so much, they lightened that up, but it still had some charm. And by the forth movie, that charm and changing of the Batmans had run thin all of a sudden, that I could see why it didn't earn as much at the box office as the other films did. It had lost of some of it's luster and had simply become one of those "token bad guys that won't be seen in the next movies" type of situations and that showed through everything else.

Or maybe it's because they lost Tim Burton, which proves if you've got a good director with a vision, you should hold onto him like a precious jewel and let him keep envisioning what worked in the first place. Although, on a side note, I really have to thank him for the many hours of enjoyment that I obtained, from repeatedly watching "The Nightmare Before Christmas". That was such a great little movie, that I still want to move into Halloween Land, a.s.a.p. >:D

Which only goes to prove, that there's always animation to fall back on. Batman is a prime example, seeing as how the animated series was recieved quite well and spun off into another series. Sure, it isn't anime. But the animated Batman had that nice Art Deco lean to it, and that made it somewhat appealing to watch, whereas watching "Batman & Robin" was just not going to cut the proverbial cake.

So there, I've had my say and I've probably proved nothing, except a waste of time and incoherent thought. But I guess that's why I have a blog journal, for laying down these thoughts before they get lost a day later. Or maybe it's just to prove how much of an insanely stubborn psycho-geek I really am. Or how badly I spell at 5:45 a.m.. Or that this entire entry was probably lost on most people reading it, anyway. I'm off in my own world and enjoying it in that sadistic way I adore so much, so more power to me, ha ha ha!


posted by Min on 1/5/2003 06:17:21 AM

Friday, January 03, 2003

Retrospective

Hmm, I guess I should've done this before. The time for retrospection has probably passed, but there's such a little thing as my not really caring if it has or not. I am a real slacker, anyway...procrastination comes naturally to me. It's unfortunate, but it's the truth.

Here is my list of things I have learned over the past year. Good and bad.

1. Beware the beast that is algebra, it has a repeated tendency to bite and cause massive trauma. I will battle this foe again, sometime in the future. Until then, I shall ignore it's very existance.

2. Honesty (even to the point of harsh bluntness) is always the best policy. If I am exceptionally unhappy about something, then screw it. Everyone is going to know about it and they'll just have to deal. Especially now that my favorite daily gesture to give people that royally piss me off, is this: >_< o|o followed by much colorful language. Yeah, I'm sure everyone knows what >_< o|o means...it's a familiar gesticulation that's usually seen on freeways.

3. I've learned that I am all I need and will ever need. And that as long as I am breathing, everything will work out. It's a lot of personal power, realizing that I can only rely on myself to do things, and not need some sort of emotional backup in the form of other people to fall back on. I've never enjoyed my own freedom more, than I have over the last few months. Even in the face of chaos and adversity, I'm liberated by it and refuse to be fettered by a lot of things. Everything is up in the air, of course, but I don't really care if it levitates forever or comes crashing down. Like I told Kane the other morning, "The house could burn down around me, right now...and I wouldn't bat an eyelash." I'm extremely unaffected now, and extremely happy about it. It might be a horrible thing to say, but it's the damn truth.

4. Smile. The type of smile that bears all your teeth to public view. When I do smile now, it makes everyone around me, nervous. Very, very nervous. Which is okay, since they probably have a reason to be nervous...

5. I did miss my online sons, brother, and everyone else. Bladed & Aesti, if I had money and a transportation beam (I'm workin on it), I would seriously dote like a mom on both of you. Lots of puddin for dessert and video game time as punishment (?). Mikey, my freakay styly lolicon bruddah....we must go out and wander PDX's malls again, when I can get some free time. You & H.P. are the only other people who are capable of making me laugh that hard, with the obvious exception of Satan (best IRL friend and he's evil enough to be the devil, too). There's something major to be said for that, for making me laugh like that, ya know? Very few people can make me laugh that hard, for that long. A lot of people were in my thoughts as well, since I was away for so blasted long. Tia, Khandri, Sporky, Med, Phong, Cass, Shiro, ZM, GB, Arion, Miss Ratty, Aegis, Lone Wolf, Kane, Sil-chan, Darwin, Adia, Kitty, Jezzikins, Laury....SO many others that I was away from. If I've forgotten anyone's name or have not spoke with some of the people on this VERY incomplete list, then I offer my most humble apologies. We will catch up again, soon. Just keep in mind that when I sign on now, that I might be hit with a slew of IM's. To save my computer any problems (if I am in a group chatroom which actually takes up a lot of system resources to run, of which I don't have much of right now), I'll put outside IM's on away status. Sometimes, I'll forget and leave it on away, especially when I've stepped away from the comp. If anyone has anything to say to me, in private, just tell me and I'll turn it off. Otherwise, I'll have to sigh at you and explain that my computer is on the verge of dying. Dying a horribly horrible, painful, prolonged, inevitable death.

6. I know the joy of reading many, many long books, in little pieces every night. It's the best form of escapism, there is. My thanks in this capacity goes out to Anne Rice's latest Vampire Chronicle, that Watership Down book (warrior bunnies, huzzah), a crumbly book of Hindu fables from 1918, The Divine Comedy for the third time, and perusing the Encyclopedia of Death. Yes, I own the Encyclopedia of Death. All I can say is that it's quite enlightening, and everyone should stay away from the kind of "coffee table photo/art books" that I keep in my possession.

7. Screaming at the TV is theraputic. Kicking it repeatedly, however, is NOT and ends up being very expensive to replace. *eyes go shifty* Thank the gods for having extra TV's around the house. That's a good rule: Always have a backup in the event of a unforeseen catastrophy!

8. Rule for family members: If you can't say something nice, don't say it at all. Otherwise, be fully prepared to hear what I think, in return. I've a bad habit, lately, of telling them EXACTLY what I think. I am the little black cloud that rains on whatever idiotic parade they've cooked up at random. *laughs* They just can't get it into their heads that no means no. Especially when I say no. Repeatedly. With all the facial expression of a rabid psychopath holding a knife behind her back. It's too bad my deluded family members go forth on their idiotic journeys and I get to remind them afterwards - as I am shaking my head at their inevitable near-fatal failure - that I said NO beforehand. I mean, the dog has learned that when I say "no" that it's time to back off. You would think beings of a higher sentient order (that being with the ability to reason, etc) would understand a rudimentary word that consists of only two letters...

9. I am not a otaku, I've never had the desire to be one, and recent events have only futher solidified this fact, even more. I've only watched Doomed Megalopolis 1-4, since G Gundam ended. Reason one, I've not had the time to devote to it. Reason two, I guess my life doesn't revolve around it. I have fond recollections of certain highlights of an era, such as Akira, the X movie, Vampire Princess Miyu, first time watching the Tenchi Muyo series, Ninja Scroll, Wicked City, Urotsukidoji, Digimon, R.W., C.B., and N.G.E. These were all well worth watching, as was Gundam W (seems like the A.U. versions were more appealing to me, anyway). I'm so not rabid about it, that I don't (and never really did) see the need to argue about what's better than what and why. Perhaps this can simply be viewed as my being lackadaisical, in such regard. Or perhaps it's because I'm taking a much needed break from anime, for financial and artistic reasons. I've recently been looking into U.S. comics again, a lost hobby I once indulged in, during the 70's and 80's. Not many people know that, though...but I don't tend to be too forthcoming with a lot of personal information, anyway. My first comic book was Scooby Doo and those three crazy Ice Cream Ghosts, followed by some gory number with ghosts and WWII soldiers that were missing half their faces. Mikey, you would be proud....I was perusing that one when I was five (I had it when I lived in Oklahoma) and actually kept it until sometime in grade school. I'd give it to ya, but it was in tatters when my mom -apparently- threw it out. *growls*

10. It's a good thing to look at a piece of artwork and be able to see the elements used in it's creation. Such as the spacial area when used as negative space, compositional aspects that serve to highlight the center of interest, perspective, volume, and color theory that went into it. Over the past few months, I looked through my art history books and considering taking up a paintbrush again. Considering, though? That doesn't mean I'll have the time to do so or the skills neccessary to pull it off.

11. Writing can only be done, when one is not having their name screamed by someone else in the house, every hour, on the hour. I may have become Miss Bitchy-Fix-It, but it also means that all propensity for writing is gone. Which is fine, because there isn't a place on the web that has anything I've written, posted up. That's a lot of weight off my shoulders right now. Actually, since the desire to write had left me a while ago, it's utter and complete bliss. I have new story ideas, but I've not been able to write them. Perhaps, I believe, that is for the best.

12. Never yell out "damned rednecks!" in a redneck, country bar. Furthermore, keep in mind that goth girls in full goth regalia, look completely out of place while yelling said phrase. We couldn't help being there, this town has 6 bars. We don't have restaurants to go to lunch in, we have BARS and one traffic light that *gasp* actually changes colors. What the hell am I doing here......wait, I'm moving! Nevermind! :D

13. Enjoy being superstitious over trivial things, like skipping this number. Never have a logical reason for doing so, which makes it even funner.

14. There is nothing like curling up at night, with one cat curved into the side of my neck, and the other one sprawled out over my arm, both purring. The hell with the fact that 90% of my belongings are still in storage, that paperwork for lawyers is only halfway to completion, that the caller ID is still bogged down with bill collectors calling and that a literal mountain of mail awaits my perusal and issuing of checks. I go to sleep at night, surrounded by furry critters that like to smother me and purr. Which is fine and good, since I've always gotten along better with animals, than people, anyway. I'm considering becoming a vet, although the only thing holding me back (besides the fact that I'm not in school) is the fact that I can't bear being around when animals die. Egh, scratch that, then.

15. Savor quiet and total privacy. Personally, I eat a good heaping dish of the stuff with a silver spoon, served on a tray set with diamonds. There is something to be said for a hushed house, no sounds of a city when the window is wide open, and not having another living, speaking human being asking for this or that. Quiet time is a sacred institution now, a holy relic unto itself. I can ask for nothing more than this, and likely never will. Even after this past Xmas, when asked what I wanted, I answered with "silence." I recieved two days of it, without anyone having to leave the house for me to get it! Honestly, it's the best gift I've ever been given...with the possible exception of:

16. Playstation 2. It is meant to be bowed down and worshiped, for the god that it is. I'd give it a kiss, for saving my sanity earlier this year, with a few hours -here and there- of electric heaven. I've played the Gamecube, the Xbox, SNES, original PSX, and my beloved PS2 still whoops all their asses into the ground, like a bunch of lowly beeyatches. Viva la PS2! I love it so much, I may even marry it. Or at least make it my unofficial non-cuddly boyfriend, until it dies at a ripe old age and must be replaced with a newer model.

On a last note (with reviews) I've been catching up on all the movies I've missed out on, over the years. For instance:

- Citizen Kane wasn't at all as bad as my father made it out to be, I was wrapped up in the cinematography and the last scenes were brilliant. I sat in a dark room and was entranced with it, actually. The story is testimate to what one man was able to obtain and what he lost in doing so. After all, we are all accountable for our own actions/decisions in life, no? A great movie to watch, late at night. I love black and white.

- Touch of Evil was even better, a damn good film/story for it's time...solidifying the fact that I've become quite the Welles fanatic (since I managed to catch one of his other brilliant films, later on). The movie, even for people that can't immediately follow the plot twists as mentioned in the review, was worth the opening and ending scenes alone. I didn't have any problems with following the plot, which means I must have a abstract way of looking at things. Also, I had yet to ever see Marlene Dietrich in a film, and was more than amazed to find out (in a commentary after the movie) that she was called up a VERY short while prior to filming, to come to the shoot and do the scenes she was in. She was quite haunting for not having been at ALL prepared for the part. I was sincerely impressed with this flick and now I really need to go out and get a copy, so I can watch it a few more times.

Welles: "Come on, read my future for me."
Dietrich: "You haven't got any."
Welles: "What do you mean?"
Dietrich: "Your future is all used up."

- Frailty was one movie that completely blindsided me. I don't think I can even relay what this movie was about, without giving it away, really. It goes much more past the point of a mere serial killer premise, like "Seven" or others of the similar genre. It's not so much a gore film, as it is about the perception of good and evil and insanity. This made for an interesting combination and I'm quite glad I rented it out, on a whim. Bill Paxton was brilliant, as seems to be norm. He was quite adept at portraying the single father in the film. Argh, I can't say more! Just get thee to a vid store and rent it.

- Minority Report wasn't one I expected to like, since I'm no Tom Cruise fan, but I was actually pleased with it, overall. When my father asked me what the movie was like, the only way I could respond was "The way the light falls on people's faces, the precognative segments, really is like looking at fragments of a futuristic dream." The comment was lost on him, but he wasn't too keen on watching something set in in the year 2050-something, anyway. It was a good mixture of eye candy and plot (even if the ending was a little contrived, IMO). I adored the freeway bits. At least there wasn't any stop and go traffic. And, hey, Ebert says it's one of the ten best movies of 2002, which I'm actually inclined to agree with (usually I agree with his views on older movies and only sometimes with new releases). Check out the brief scene with the cereal box, it's freakin hilarious! I WANT that cereal now!

- Sullivan's Travels (1941), with Veronica Lake. I'm sure people know of the movie George Clooney starred in, "O Brother, Where Art Thou" right? Well, this old movie is actually about the director who wants to make it into a film (which was used for the basis of the modern film as a nod to this movie). Lake had some well-written lines as "The Girl" (seeing as how she NEVER had a name through the entire FILM). Her facial expressions were priceless, along with their first meeting when the main character - a director - decides to go on a quest into the depths of human suffering, disguised as a hobo. He keeps trying to leave L.A. on his journey and keeps ending up back there. It was satirical comedy for it's time, but quite well done. Now I want hair like Veronica Lake AND the cereal box from Minority Report, demmit.

- The Lion In Winter (1968) with Peter O' Toole (King Henry II), Anthony Hopkins (as Prince Richard), and Katherine Hepburn (as Henry's aging wife being brushed aside for a younger woman). A totally brilliant movie, one that people recommended to me years before, and now I know why. This film has some of the BEST lines, that I am compelled to put in a link to some quotes so that anyone who wants to take a peek, can see for themselves. It's very well written, it stands up despite the passage of time, and all the performances hold up extremely well, too.

Prince John: "Poor John. Who says poor John? Don't everybody sob at once! My God, if I went up in flames there's not a living soul who'd pee on me to put the fire out!"

Prince Richard: "Let's strike a flint and see."

- Amongs other things: Vanilla Sky (not a bad premise, it was a okay warped flick), Lord of the Rings (a little long, but Gandalf rawks, I say!), the last Star Wars movie (why is it that I still hold 'Empire' as the best film of the series? Ahh, because the new movies are BORING me!!!), The Joy Luck Club (for the second time, it's right up there with the book), and a handful of other films that were not really worth the three dollars spent to rent it. Speaking of which....rant, ahoy!

Number one on my list of all-time most hated/loathed/despised flicks would have to be...

*drumroll*

- Queen of the Damned. I realize that there probably isn't another total V.C. fanatic that's reading this (like Satan and I have been since we were in high school), but I can not emphasize that this is the WORST book-to-film adaptation that I have EVER had the displeasure of laying eyes on. It is, truly, THAT bad. The characters (who are supposed to be alluring vampires) looked either like zombies, statues slurring through their lines, or heroin addicts about to keel over from a O.D. The story was slaughtered to the point that Mrs. Rice had nothing to do with it, the studio didn't even want her help. She had been relatively quiet over the matter, though. Maybe they put a gag order on her or something. Lestat was simply awful, and it has nothing to do with the lack of blond locks, either. Even Cruise did a better job in 'Interview' - a higher-quality movie that was far more true to the mood and book that it was derived from. I saw it THREE times in the theater...but felt the meager cost of RENTING QotD was a total waste of fundage. I wanted to return it so quickly, that I didn't even rewind the damn tape when it hit the first line of the credits. I wanted to rip out my eyes with my bare fingers, to take multiple hot showers in a row because I felt unclean, etc. Yes, it was a stinker...and a shame, because QotD is the epitimy, the absolute best book out of the entire V.Chronicles, and some Hollywood jackasses decided to kill it. And I don't mean kill quickly, really...I mean they cut off it's head with a butterknife, slowly and painfully, and then tried to make a film with the rotting carcass. It wasn't a murder, it was a mass suicide. They didn't even USE the central plot of the book (that of the Twin's legend behind the creation of the vampys, of which there was only ONE twin present), and excluded/killed off characters that were pivotal (even in later books). Part of the story was that all of Lestat's former 'comrades' join together, despite any differences they have with each other (such as is the case with Marius & Armand). I'm horrified to find that the movie studio had also purchased the rights to "Tale of the Body Thief" at the same time they got ahold of QotD. I can't imagine what will happen, if that one is ruined...although I'm hoping that Anne will take out a page in the N.Y. Times, to boycot it. And if she doesn't, I hope someone else does, because QotD was really quite rediculous.

In fact, to further clarify to anyone who might have seen this film, Jesse and Lestat have no real links in the novel. They are not romantically linked, end of that. I can imagine there must be some fourteen year olds out there, that are now writing incredibly bad movie-verse Lestat x Jesse fanfiction behind Anne's back (since she frowns down on V.C. fanfic writing, probably because of the recent lack of quality or perhaps because she read the script to this film). The thought makes me shudder and want to offer this little tidbit of insight to them: Lestat does not turn Jesse, ha ha. If you think that, I'd have to repeatedly smack you in the head with my hard-bound copy of the book and tell you just how deluded you are. P.S. - Marius x Lestat = being turned vampy? No, didn't happen either. Totally different interaction between those characters. Lestat pretty much gives Marius a headache, even though he puts up with his antics much like a doting grandfather would to a three-year-old. Hence the "Brat Prince" reference, which I'm now thinking is lost on everyone, so I should just wrap up this rant...

Here's the means to an end: I'd give it a 0.001% score out of 100%. And that is being overly lenient, because I've read the book at least eight freakin times...yes, because it was THAT good of a book IMO. It read like the mythology it was meant to be. All that was left with on film, however, was more along the lines of "MTV's TRL presents: Queen of the Damned! VAMPIRES ROOOOOOOOCK! WHOOO-OOO-OOO!!!!" Of course, one must also imagine an audience of bottle-blond teen girls with blue eyeshadow and neon pink lip gloss, squealing over a stone-faced rock star Lestat like stuck pigs being primed for a Texas BBQ.

*sneers and one eye twitches*

Awful. Don't rent it, save yourself from the true horror that is caused by viewing this movie. Do thyselves a favor and read the book. For the gods sake's, someone also needs to tell the movie producers, to READ THE FRIGGIN BOOK, too. Grrr....

What am I up to, right now? Packing. Seems like the moving crew will be starting tomorrow, and there's still a lot to do in only one week. There is some talk tonight of not having a land-line anymore (aka- a phone), so I'm unsure of what will happen. It's really a double edged sword, with either massive phone calls or getting online, the bad and the good. We'll see, though. For all I know, there might not even be a phone line in the bedroom I'll be in. That would really truly, suck. If I post soon, then I'll leave a note about what's going on. If not, I might be gone for a while more, until things can be sorted out. Damn, I've got a lot of e-mails that needs to be written and sent out, before tomorrow....

posted by Min on 1/3/2003 09:23:46 PM

Just a test.
Edit: Good gods, it works! :D

Edit-edit: Nevermind, now the damned tripod banner is skewed all funky, damn it.

Edit-edit-edit: Screw it, the f**king banner can stay where it is, until later. I'm not going to mess around with it.


posted by Min on 1/3/2003 08:33:55 PM

Monday, December 30, 2002

Wow, I'm actually online again to copy'n'paste a post at...*stares at clock*...2:41 a.m. Whooo...


People who might be reading this, hear my call: I have gotten your messages that have reached out to the edge of this forest. I have read the ones that have somehow filtered through to me and I thank you for your concern, but have not had time to reply to them. I'm in the midst of moving further into the mountainous forest and my old e-mail addy is gone. I've yet to call them up and pull the plug, because I'm a procrastinator, but I can not get mail through there and I've -furthermore- lost the entire online program during the last system crash. It can be a statement to the fact of how desperately I need a new hard drive. Half the time it works, half the time it doesn't. It's all based on a system of whim which I have no influence over.


I did try to sign onto AIM the other night at some ungodly hour (after re-downloading the program). I managed to be on for only a few seconds and go "Oh! Ratty and Mikey!" before my computer said "nope, I don't think so!" and started freezing up. It was most frustrating. But, then again, I don't really have that much to say lately. I'm doing fine, really. Despite how much other people who I am surrounded by seem determined to continually tick me off. Along with a long list of people who are on the nightly news programs, of whom I would adore giving an ass kicking to. Sure, it's not very diplomatic of me, but - eh - what the hell? I'm not diplomatic and IT WOULD FEEL GOOD.


What I wouldn't give for a set of adamantium claws right now.


Speaking of which, I'm eagerly awaiting X:2 to come out, so that I can salivate over Hugh Jackman's portrayal of Wolvie. I found a copy of the first movie in some boxes I was sorting through and was a very happy girl-with-face-firmly-plastered-to-TV for three nights in a row. I also went out to lunch with my dear friend, whom I've always called Kolya (or Satan), since he was back from Nevada for Xmas. It was nice seeing him, since our brands of humor have always meshed so well. Please note: Never be the one who yells out the word "Redneck" in a redneck bar. It was the only time I've seen Kolya's eyes go round like that. I think he thought we'd get our asses kicked out in the parking lot, until I told him we could hold our own and reminded him of those mosh pit extravaganzas I used to drag him into. >:D


Yes, we both know how to take a punch and dish it right back out. WHOO! Bring on them hillbillies, demmit!


Oh, and after I move the landlord insists there will be no smoking inside the premisis, so I shall make it a point to stare at his office every hour with a ciggy dangling out of my mouth and a sneer plastered across my sweet lil nose-ringed, goth-girled face and cherry red hair. Just out of spite, because I hate living under someone else's dictation of what I can and can not do in a place we will be BUYING. No, not renting per se, all the money we pay will go towards BUYING this place. I think he wants a set amount of money, before he'll cut the strings or something. I dunno, but I'm of the opinion that what I do with my lungs (and subsequently ENJOY), is my business. This really makes me want to crank up that Flashback song by Ministry and seriously consider writing a book entitled "Interior Decorating with Min - one extremely bitchy woman, fifteen gallons of stage-blood (maybe) for the walls, and a sledgehammer to knock it all down with." Hmm...


A correction to a prior commentary: What I wouldn't give for adamantium claws AND a pack of Black Russian ciggies...and maybe...just maybe a couple fifths of Absolut.


Anyhoo, that's it for now. I'll have a happy New Year, as soon as I move into this new place, which I'm already jaded about and haven't even laid eyes on. It's one of the perks of moving around once or twice every year: eventually you just don't care as long as there's a roof. I can live with the no smoking rule, even during the winter months, for the sole fact that he allowed both of my cats on site, with a very minimal deposit. Must be a cat person, because when the guy heard I had two of them, he didn't even care...


Caio for now, I'll try to pop in more often if I can and I'll definitely try to post again, very soon.

posted by Min on 12/30/2002 03:02:31 AM

Azure Seraphim v2.0: Gambit!
Welcome to version 2, of Min's yummy guys who aren't real but can still be drooled over. Yes, your eyes do not decieve, it's the Gambit edition! *drools and then eyes get squinty* Why did they leave one of my all-time favorite characters (and THE single most flirtatious/seductive one hee hee) out of the movie? WHY, OH WHY!?!?! *huggles* T_T

posted by Min at 2:37 a.m. on January 3rd, 2003

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Things to see:

+ MoveOn.org
+ X2
+ The Other Side
+ Animemech
+ Roadside America
+ Dark Passage
+ Modern Ruins
+ Uwajimaya

Archives:

Jan-Feb 2003
August 2002
July 2002


Currently Playing:

"Revolution" - The Beatles
"All My Life" - Foo Fighers
"Gold" - Prince
"Lay Down Your Arms" - The Graces
"Dear God" - Sarah McLachlin (XTC cover)
"Edge of 17" - Stevie Nicks
"Maxwell's Silver Hammer" - The Beatles
"Homesick" - The Cure
A slew of Tori Amos remixes.

I've last watched:

X-Men 1.5
Iron Chef
Seven
Frailty
The Osbournes

Words to live by:

"People who fight with fire usually end up with ashes."

Totally Random Stuff: