And I've done them anyway!
When I was wrongful pitched sideways by that last one, I made a vow to never read comic books again. Then I got into Firefly. I also said I'd never get all fangirl like he and his peoples did over JW related paraphenalia. Firefly again. Recently, I made another avowal that sealed my relationship with that 'verse: JW would never see any more of my money. This was a gut response to the fiasco that was Serenity. You know I hated it. I didn't just hate it, I didn't enjoy the lack of depth in the family that was supposed to be Mal and company. More than a month ago that flick was on sale at Tarjay. Tarjay is my weakness and sales at Tarjay does me in every time. I'm not gonna disclose the price cos it may anger a few people, but it was cheap. I bought it with a heavy heart, aiming to rewatch it and loathe another day.
And I did. But not in the same manner. It was loathesome because it was a rip-roaring C-level flick that would be alright for those without something emotionally invested in the franchise. All those people who watched the show and then proclaimed their undying love for JW after seeing Serenity are still full of it. They were happy to have something, anything from the 'verse. I wanted Firefly. Not space pirates!
This is coming from a non-wanking place. I am not angry, only calmly reflecting.
In other tragedy, the Serenity movie was a good thing because I found out Summer Glau was supposed to be Lily on The 4400 . What a disaster that would have been. I can only see her playing crazy and nothing else. I mean, she did a good 'nother version of crazy on The 4400. It was spectacular. Glau as Lily would've made for unbelievability concerning her and Mahershalalhashbaz Ali. Ali (who plays Richard, Lily's husband) does well with Laura Allen. And frankly, he's a grownup, Glau may be 25, 26 but she still holds onto her youth like I do. It wouldn't work. Crazy = good for Glau. I also hear she's back on The 4400. They must not get enough of the mentally inept abductees storylines on the show. It's good but there are at least a thousand 4400s in the US alone, don't you think they deserve some flashy, weird tale of their own? Don't misread, I also tend to grow bored of the Lily/Richard/Isabelle, Maia speaking in riddles about the future, Tom and his Russian chippy and Sean big healer-of-the-world storylines. Demon 4400s or just the unloved ones who make a difference with their gifts would suffice. Even a focus on those in France or Malaysia, and how their governments treat them could work for a minute, just to take the heat off the tired "we are special, and from the future" line that has been reiterated since Season one's finale. I love the show, I watch the show, that doesn't mean I have to accept everything. It ain't Jesus!
EDIT: Not on the Inside has been shuffled a bit, kinda purty, kinda whack. Judge for yourself and let me know what works. | |
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Had to satisfy my Firefly fix. In conversation with Snapril last night, I used gorram three times. Knew I had to watch my show. The Bodies exhibit was interesting. Crowded, but interesting. Half of me was irked by the fact they were once alive people and half of me found it fascinating the way they were displayed. I enjoyed the human development area, with its mother and baby specimen. Ooh and I got to touch a femur! The fetuses were so small, I can't imagine myself even being that tiny. I thought about my baby niece or nephew and how small she or he is. All the rest is water and fluid around 'im. Snape was genuinely amazed. I know it was dream come true for her. Glad we went to see it last night. I am a punk so I did have some issues with sleep last night. I woke up, prolly from disturbing dreams, and had to put the tv on sleep timer to get back to bed. And it didn't help the drunk upstairs was arguing with his wife and throwing things around. No, I didn't call police like I wanted, they have grown children who mediated.
It's ten and I want Wendy's. Those square-ish burgers and the crap they put in it, I'm all about. Although, I want some carrots, cucumbers and lima beans. Yeah, I'm gonna be a blast when I'm pregnant. Craving carrots and burgers. I think I'll go eat a yogurt and sit down. | |
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While enjoying my MacGyver Season 5 dvds I noticed something interesting. There's an episode on disc three entitled "Serenity" in which Mac falls asleep watching an old West movie and gets himself transported to that time. The town was called Serenity and he just got back from fighting in the war. Even though I was shaking my proverbial fist at JW, I giggled a little. It's too odd.
Somehow I have a cold. And a wretched sore throat. If I die from this, I'm coming back to haunt whoever gave me it. I suspect it's the Loony bitch in the room next door. Right now, at 10 am, she's cooking food. Not breakfast food but food food. Every friggin' Sunday in the last month or so she's been doing this, making noxious smelling crap and not even opening windows or turning on fans to clear the apartment. I have to barracade myself in my room and burn incense to get the stenches out. You can tell me to talk to her about it but crazy doesn't listen. I told her about the power and again (I was lucky this time thanks to The Sixth Sense) at 4 o'clock in the am she had the lights on wasting electricity. And her issue about the other crazy getting up early and making noise to wake the dead has become her staple. I cringe at going to use the bathroom in the morning because then she gets the idea that I'm up and makes afternoon level noise. I'm half out of it, I can't sleep on a full bladder so I'm sleep walking it to the toilet most times. But I'm up once she hears that toilet flush. Gah! I'm suffocating from the rank odor of dead, decaying flesh. I swear, that's the one thing I hate about West Indian cooking.
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This morning the news broke that Bill Beutel, anchorman for Channel 7 Eyewitness news, died yesterday. I grew up turning to that man for honest reports. He was the longest head anchorman in NYC history when he stepped down in '01. What made him different was his words of wisdom at the end of the broadcast. I looked forward to that. Sometimes, you don't know you miss someone til they're gone.
I am rolling my eyes at tonight's episode of Grey's Anatomy. Yeah, cos yeah. | |
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8am and I'm up, watching Firefly. Yep, I went to bed early again, woke up refreshed. I'm waiting out the time to leave to go to Tarjay to get my MacGyver fix. They don't open til ten and it takes half an hour to get there on the subway.
Last night I dreamt about eating sushi. Only, I was taking bites because I couldn't swallow everything at once. The host at the restaurant was getting annoyed at my disrespect, not eating every thing on my plate. The last time I had sushi was before my friend, Sheila and I went to that one concert last July. I bought the tickets, she bought dinner.
Sometime this week I'm gonna have to make it to Whole Foods or Trader Joes. We finally got TJ's in the city! I remember it in California, I love their chunky peanut butter. I need vegetables that aren't a part of a pre-made salad, sandwich or burger. I miss my broccoli. As a kid I had issues with food but I'd always eat my vegetables. It's the rice and the meat that would get cold from uninterest. I love eating green leaf lettuce or spinach right out of the bag.
Let's see... Tam picked the final two names for her bambino. Baby Daddy, Don came by to visit her this past week. They went to birthing class and resolved to work things out. I resigned myself to uh huhs during her story. He hasn't seen her in six months, he lost his chance for anything in my opinion. I'm the unforgiving sort, especially with menfolk. Tam mentioned she'll be using a lot of her things over when she has another baby but I doubt it. I don't think she'll ever have another child. I pray she doesn't get back together with him. I want her to be happy but I don't see how that's possible with the Biggest Hebitch in America. I know that's unfair but his first impression on me soured any positive views.
Well, I better quit while I'm ahead. I took a photo in front of the job, I think it's pretty. I had to resize it so the quality isn't as good.
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First day free of work and (pardon the cliche) I'm lovin' it. T-Bag, LJ and Scofield are staring at me from Wentworth's screen, they're my wallpaper from Prison Break. I can't wait for the season to resume. Friday is the finale for BSG and I'm okay. Being that I am a new fan and watched the DVDs late, I can deal with the hiatus. It's the having to download it three days after the airing that bugged me. For some reason I can't imagine watching the show on broadcast. I love my commercial free mp4 or whatevers. When I move, I hope I can still access it. By that time, October is it, I'll have DSL or something faster than dial-up. Last night, I treated myself to a turkey bacon guacamole sandwich from Quiznos. I also bought a Gatorade and a Snickerdoodle cookie. Let me tell you, I love sandwiches but that one was better than ever. Must've been cos of my hunger, which I didn't notice til 7p last night during the viewing of Death of a Salesman in English. If I keep this up, I'll gain some weight, which I don't mind terribly. English, we watched the movie which was difficult. Dustin Hoffman as Willy Loman and John Malkovich as Biff was good casting. I had trouble though, differentiating Malkovich from Firefly's Simon, Sean Maher. They resemble one another something terrible. Parallels are there, you know Willy to River, going crazy and Linda to Simon, in their roles of easing the rest of the family. Such pain emanated from Hoffman's performance, but I couldn't look away. Luckily, I was okay and not in I'm-never-gonna-write mode like I usual am. We got back our discussions on The Writer and I saw the red marked 'B' on my paper. That set me on a good path for the rest of the night. I ran into a classmate I see from time to time, Edward, on the train. We talked sports(I know) and Psychology. For whatever reason, the entire time he spoke, I was focused on his mouth. His lips, his teeth, what he said. Bad, bad Lake. I don't even think of Edward romantically(maybe cos I started dating that last one when we met) but he was interesting last night. Yeah, that's not going to happen. Somewhat related to it, I dreamt I met ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) poisontaster and she gave me advice about men. That damn sandwich.
Looking over the shots I took two nights ago with Theo, the camera, I realize I'm better looking than I think. I'm not just the plain girl I believe. I've got great eyebrows, and now I understand why Tam always talks about them: "She doesn't pluck or wax, they just look like that!". I have a nice profile and a nice smile. If only I thought of myself this way all the time. How quickly I will forget. I need to take more photos and quit dodging the flash. One day, today, I can be conceited, talk about my looks without feeling guilty. What I'm reading: The Meq by Steve Cash What I should be reading: Course Pack for Psych 37, Hypnosis and the Freud article What I'm writing: this
What I should be writing: Chemistry paper, CIS Lab #5, Child directed speech paper and the backstory for my novella | |
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Yes, me is pimpin'. BIG PIMPIN'. Look at my purty icons for ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) notshoppedicons :
  
The theme is Firefly and i wanted to find some things about the show that are underutilized in iconage. Kinda hard to read but the first says Bellerophon (wanted to add: home of the rich and paranoid) and the last says and the glow from that fire can truly light the world(it's a quote from JFK's inaugural speech. I saw it on a textbook and always stared at it because it was also a commemorative stamp and reminded me of Firefly) Of course, I am in love with Serenity's glow. And I wanted to do one for that moment Mal realizes how frakked up the worlds are in 'Serenity'. That moment where he sees the ships in the sky during the Battle of Serenity Valley cements the truth that is the world. Yeah. I'm gonna shut up now.
EDIT: *insert imaginary spoiler space* Gah! I can't even--oh my damn--WHY? I had hints at it but come on. Perhaps I'll warm up to it(not) but it's doubtful. Dee belongs with Billy. Scrap my dreams of her and Tyrol. This Lee thing is icky. Detestable. Makes my flesh crawl. Makes no sense whatsoever. I haven't seen the latest epi and I've been reading up and I'm not liking any of it. Lee sounds like a philandering mahkak(pardon my Lesser Antillean French Creole; means monkey and not in a nice way) rather than the panty-waist I've fashioned him in my mind. I was all set for him to declare his love for Billy (or Helo) who would respectfully decline and go on to lead the émigrés to Kobol. Aah, but I live in a fantasy world. | |
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NYC is full of assholes. I was more than a lil pissed riding back from 86th to 33rd. Rude ppl fighting for seats, pushing for no good reason . . . Then walking back I reached for my work ID and pulled a Mal-esque move: you know the I'm-calling-you-out dealy with a hand at your side to pull that piece? And I laughed. A smile broke out on my face and I laughed.
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I'm gonna join the real world and start downloading BSG from iTunes every Sunday. I just need to get a newer version of it though, this one that came with Wallace is out of date. Of course, after taking stock of my LoTR figures, I had to play with them (the ones out of the box). And then I had to commence my LoTR viewing marathon. I use to watch the movies a lot when I first got them.
There was a 'Narnia' special on today. I'm a little wary about seeing it. I saw the BBC version a ways ago and read The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe when I was in grade school. I must read the entire 'Chronicles' sometime. I plan on getting the movie when it hits DVD. I've had my fun with the theaters. Not into going back (and no, I'm not afraid of going by myself as usual). Needing to focus on writing and putting more than 60% into school. I know I'm incredibly lazy and it's cos I can be and no one is there to call me on it. I should be caling myself on it though. I do. Just not forcefully enough.
Cannot.concentrate.damn.mouse. There's a mouse somewhere in here that is moving shit around and making me paranoid. I have no problem with mice so long as they don't jump out of things and run across my path. I had a terrible experience with one a while back. It popped out of my school bag that hung on a chair in my room. Left a snack in there unsecured. The thing jumped at me and scurried under the heater. I can't wait to get out of here. Can't bear having a roommate(she cooked curry and you know my olfactory system goes haywire over things; I wanted to die) and I can't stand living in the most desolate place in Brooklyn. I need space, quiet and positivity. Just one semester, Lakie. *EDIT* I'm thinking of quitting a lot of my Firefly-esque communities. I'm growing tired of Serenity. Still loving the FF though. Gonna sleep on it. *EDIT2x* So, I can't do it. I looked at the list and I can't cut anyone. I did last week . . . there is one (or two) people I want to drop due their fannish annoyance and clear cut elitist attitudes but I can't. Grounds me the way they flail on. Pishposh, they don't read me so it's unlikely they'll be offended. I mean, sometimes, you gotta. You just gotta. Goes back to those teenybopper days. Those people annoyed me to no end. When do they visit the real world? | |
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Last night I spent what would be class time in the throes of pain. Toothache worse than a mutha. Reduced me to tears. I guess I needed it--to cry and a reality check. I thank the Powers for that. I did review my favorite episodes of Firefly and recaptured my love for it. If I don't think about that other movie, I won't be upset. END OF TALK.
Random fact: My tortoise Ike's full name is Dwight D. Eisenhower for the 34th president of the US. - Tags:firefly, ike
- Music:remember the time- Mickey Jackson
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Curse amazon.com for realizing I bought Firefly and might be interested in Serenity. One of the reviews summed up what I feel :
Serenity is a decent science fiction movie with a likable cast, capable direction, and a clear storyline. That would be enough if it hadn't descended from a work of genius.
The TV series Firefly, on which Serenity is based, offered incredibly smart stories and writing. I cared a lot about the characters and what they did. The stories were about them and how what was going on in the universe affected them. Episodes weren't really about evading the threat, it was about how this team worked and grew together to get through just about anything. The stories, though in a big setting, could be quite small.
Serenity is a big story. A small group takes on and topples a government that spans worlds. We see the characters respond to what happens around them, but we don't see them grow. We don't see them rely on each other's strengths. When some of them die (including my favorite), the rest hardly seem to miss them, emotionally or logistically.
We don't see them accept each other's quirks. We don't see them build friendship or love. When two of them express feelings for each other you sort of wonder, "where did that come from?" Even Whedon's usually successful humor mostly falls flat here. I think we don't have enough of a sense of how these people work together to make the interplay work.
I don't wholly buy the way Serenity resolves itself. That happened once or twice in Firefly and I didn't care, because there were always little bits of good stuff to carry it off. The story is too big in Serenity, too epic. There's no room for little bits of good stuff. So when the story fails to compel, it just falls short.
I wanted to like this movie so much more than I did. It's really disproportionate how bummed out it made me feel. I'm grateful that I have Firefly on DVD to re-watch, but it's going to take a lot of viewing to get the taste of Serenity out of my mouth. (M.McCluski)
Turns out, this guy works for my company. Small world huh?
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