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cherryThis entry was originally 'Why are there pigeons in San Fran and seagulls in in Saskatchewan?' But then I saw a pigeon, so that didn't really apply any more. What with there actually being a pigeon in-province, and all.
So. You know how the eighties were the decade we all used to make fun of? We'd sit around and snicker and call them 'the decade style forgot?' And we'd snark about how they were the one decade that was never coming back?
They're back. The eighties are back. We're wearing mesh and camo, sporting spike bracelets and slashed tanks, and rocking out to punk music in our spliced and strangely-washed jeans.
I guess we were tempting fate.
*
Then I was going to talk about my weekend, but I realized no one cared.
Then I realized I had nothing else to say.
Saw LXG last night, at the cheap seats. I was neither blown away or underwhelmed, but considering the type of movie it is, I'm slotting it slightly more into the positive side of things. The acting wasn't bad (what can I say? I enjoy Shane West and I like Peta Wilson), the special effects were decent, and there were some nice sets.
The worst factor does seem to be that I am left with an overwhelming impulse to write LXG fic. This is a bad in that the sum and total of my knowledge comes from said movie, and I'm afraid any real fans would drag me out back and curb stomp me.
It's percolating. The story. In my head. I am not allowed to write it. Someone give me a smack?
Other things: Met up with friends from hometown. My home town. (It's so weird that it's not my town any more. That I don't live there. It's just my hometown.) Had a close encounter between my bus and a car. It's okay though, because my city transit bus *so* would have won. We sat around, making fun of each other. Went to the mall for no reason because all the stores were closed, then hung out outside McDonald's. We're such rebels.
Saturday, watched movies with my cousin. We were forced to stop part way through CoS because he's only six and he got scared. I've decided movies should hire me to tell them where they make mistakes, break continuity, or just generally do anything stupid.
Sunday, went shopping with other friends. Picked up a wallet, which I really needed (I've just been carrying my purse inside my backpack, plus the purse has been breaking; and with a wallet I can just flip out my bus pass.) I also got a sweet bunny hug. Sherbet baby-blue fleece, with Spiderman stitched across the front. It was majorly on sale, and because it's actually a kid's shirt, I didn't have to pay a tax.
Went to aforementioned movie, for which I am not writing fic.
I may have to bite the bullet and get a home internet connection. Not because I'm in withdrawl or anything -- I'm finding that thought I miss you guys, I don't really miss the internet itself -- but because all my class notes are online. And all my assignments, reading and questions, rotating lab and room assignments. Not to mention the university is sending me something like six emails a day.
This would be so much easier if I hadn't had to get my grandmother to lend me the rest of the money for my bus pass...
I should be getting a bursary kickback next month. Or my parents should be giving me some form of payment for all the hours I worked over the summer...
*
Just as a side note to non-LXG producing studios:
Sean Connery is in his seventies. It would be much appreciated by a large portion of the viewing audience if you would cease to pair him with actresses in their twenties.
Because? Really? Creepy.
So. You know how the eighties were the decade we all used to make fun of? We'd sit around and snicker and call them 'the decade style forgot?' And we'd snark about how they were the one decade that was never coming back?
They're back. The eighties are back. We're wearing mesh and camo, sporting spike bracelets and slashed tanks, and rocking out to punk music in our spliced and strangely-washed jeans.
I guess we were tempting fate.
*
Then I was going to talk about my weekend, but I realized no one cared.
Then I realized I had nothing else to say.
Saw LXG last night, at the cheap seats. I was neither blown away or underwhelmed, but considering the type of movie it is, I'm slotting it slightly more into the positive side of things. The acting wasn't bad (what can I say? I enjoy Shane West and I like Peta Wilson), the special effects were decent, and there were some nice sets.
The worst factor does seem to be that I am left with an overwhelming impulse to write LXG fic. This is a bad in that the sum and total of my knowledge comes from said movie, and I'm afraid any real fans would drag me out back and curb stomp me.
It's percolating. The story. In my head. I am not allowed to write it. Someone give me a smack?
Other things: Met up with friends from hometown. My home town. (It's so weird that it's not my town any more. That I don't live there. It's just my hometown.) Had a close encounter between my bus and a car. It's okay though, because my city transit bus *so* would have won. We sat around, making fun of each other. Went to the mall for no reason because all the stores were closed, then hung out outside McDonald's. We're such rebels.
Saturday, watched movies with my cousin. We were forced to stop part way through CoS because he's only six and he got scared. I've decided movies should hire me to tell them where they make mistakes, break continuity, or just generally do anything stupid.
Sunday, went shopping with other friends. Picked up a wallet, which I really needed (I've just been carrying my purse inside my backpack, plus the purse has been breaking; and with a wallet I can just flip out my bus pass.) I also got a sweet bunny hug. Sherbet baby-blue fleece, with Spiderman stitched across the front. It was majorly on sale, and because it's actually a kid's shirt, I didn't have to pay a tax.
Went to aforementioned movie, for which I am not writing fic.
I may have to bite the bullet and get a home internet connection. Not because I'm in withdrawl or anything -- I'm finding that thought I miss you guys, I don't really miss the internet itself -- but because all my class notes are online. And all my assignments, reading and questions, rotating lab and room assignments. Not to mention the university is sending me something like six emails a day.
This would be so much easier if I hadn't had to get my grandmother to lend me the rest of the money for my bus pass...
I should be getting a bursary kickback next month. Or my parents should be giving me some form of payment for all the hours I worked over the summer...
*
Just as a side note to non-LXG producing studios:
Sean Connery is in his seventies. It would be much appreciated by a large portion of the viewing audience if you would cease to pair him with actresses in their twenties.
Because? Really? Creepy.
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Date: 2003-09-15 09:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-09-16 04:16 pm (UTC)But that really doesn't have anything to do with it. It just bears repeating.
I'm just afraid I'd make a travesty of *something.* Because I just know I would. And then all the smart kids who are into LXG would gang up on me; and I'm really not that fond of the sight of my own blood.
Now, with that out of my system...
It's percolating. In my head. A story. With Mina and Tom and an assassin, and all sorts of fun stuff.
As for actual comics... Strangely enough, my situation doesn't seemed to have improved. I found a place that sells DC, and Spiderman. But that's all.