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May. 11th, 2004 05:10 pmSorry for the long absence. I went to an event this weekend and didn't have a chance to give the five of you who care a heads-up.
Then I had to sit at home for a day and a half and wait to hear back from the pizza place I applied to, and got an interview, which I was supposed to go to today, but my dad is a self-involved jerk who never exited the adolescence stage of living so I'm going tomorrow instead. Yeah, I came to library as much to catch up on things as to flee and distract myself from my rage at him, so I don't want to talk about it, except to say that at least I have one parent who doesn't regard her children as an imposition that makes it impossible to just slink uselessly through life. I hope like hell I get this job, because it's in Portland and it will mean that I can get the hell out of Dad's house and cease complicating his big whiskey-and-television plans forhis life the afternoon.
Oh, look, I'm still mad. Sigh.
I would rather talk about Van Helsing, which Rikki kindly treated me to on Sunday. Maybe it's beause I had such low expectations (would not have spent my own money to see it even if I could afford to) accompanied by nightmare visions of League of Extraordinary Gentlemen and Underworld running through my head, but I liked it. I was most entertained, especially by that hilarious campy black-and-white segment at the beginning, and I was so relieved to see a supernatural action flick with a little life in in the script that I would even see it again. Though I'm not sure whether I hope that bit was supposed to be campy or not. Which is funnier, deliberate camp done well or accidental camp born of pompousness? Oh, and bonus points for giving us a bittersweet ending instead of the sticky sweet happy one I was unenthusiastically expecting.
And Everwood was fine, even though it made me crave soft squishy warm bagels just out of the oven. I should dislike Andy, but I don't, partly because he and Harold are back on full-force unconscious flirting and partly because this way I can spend the summer hoping that his heartlessness will drive Madison to despair and suicide, thus solving two problems at once (herself and the pregnancy story). Or maybe she'll be so absorbed in thought over the situation that she'll forget to look both ways and get hit by a bus. That would be cool too. It makes me forget my irritation at the writers for putting Andy in the SO CLICHED position of Overbearing Coldhearted Soap-Style Patriarch: "I will pay you off to take your child and GO!" So maybe that's also why I don't hate Andy. Because it's not his fault the writers are already running out of stories for him.
Plus, that dream? Freaked me right out. I was so afraid it was going to end with the taxi full of his family crashing in the rain, because of the similarity to how Julia died. And I mean seriously freaked, possibly because I'd decided moments before that Andy was getting a peek into a parallel universe, so the "It's just a dream" mantra wasn't working. After all, it had taken me a matter of seconds to convince myself that it wasn't. And then it didn't crash, and whew. Boy, I'm suggestible.
And in conclusion, don't read Even Cowgirls Get the Blues. Or see it. Ever. Okay, you can see it, 'cos it has Uma and five seconds of Crispin in which he gets to grope Uma, plus the Least Convincing Prosthetic Thumbs EVER, but don't read it. Because it's self-indulgent meandering preaching faux-deep offensive GARBAGE and if Tom Robbins were here right now I would kick him in the shin.
In conclusion, I have temporarily lost the right to claim cynicism because I totally squealed and bounced when Rob proposed to Amber on the last ep of Survivor. Although I will say that if she's smart, the first thing she'll do with that million will be to hire a lawyer to draw up a good solid pre-nup. Not because I think Rob's intentions are anything but sincere (plus the results hadn't been revealed yet when he proposed), but because - dude, high-profile couple getting married after knowing each other for less than a year? Yeah, that'll end well.
Then I had to sit at home for a day and a half and wait to hear back from the pizza place I applied to, and got an interview, which I was supposed to go to today, but my dad is a self-involved jerk who never exited the adolescence stage of living so I'm going tomorrow instead. Yeah, I came to library as much to catch up on things as to flee and distract myself from my rage at him, so I don't want to talk about it, except to say that at least I have one parent who doesn't regard her children as an imposition that makes it impossible to just slink uselessly through life. I hope like hell I get this job, because it's in Portland and it will mean that I can get the hell out of Dad's house and cease complicating his big whiskey-and-television plans for
Oh, look, I'm still mad. Sigh.
I would rather talk about Van Helsing, which Rikki kindly treated me to on Sunday. Maybe it's beause I had such low expectations (would not have spent my own money to see it even if I could afford to) accompanied by nightmare visions of League of Extraordinary Gentlemen and Underworld running through my head, but I liked it. I was most entertained, especially by that hilarious campy black-and-white segment at the beginning, and I was so relieved to see a supernatural action flick with a little life in in the script that I would even see it again. Though I'm not sure whether I hope that bit was supposed to be campy or not. Which is funnier, deliberate camp done well or accidental camp born of pompousness? Oh, and bonus points for giving us a bittersweet ending instead of the sticky sweet happy one I was unenthusiastically expecting.
And Everwood was fine, even though it made me crave soft squishy warm bagels just out of the oven. I should dislike Andy, but I don't, partly because he and Harold are back on full-force unconscious flirting and partly because this way I can spend the summer hoping that his heartlessness will drive Madison to despair and suicide, thus solving two problems at once (herself and the pregnancy story). Or maybe she'll be so absorbed in thought over the situation that she'll forget to look both ways and get hit by a bus. That would be cool too. It makes me forget my irritation at the writers for putting Andy in the SO CLICHED position of Overbearing Coldhearted Soap-Style Patriarch: "I will pay you off to take your child and GO!" So maybe that's also why I don't hate Andy. Because it's not his fault the writers are already running out of stories for him.
Plus, that dream? Freaked me right out. I was so afraid it was going to end with the taxi full of his family crashing in the rain, because of the similarity to how Julia died. And I mean seriously freaked, possibly because I'd decided moments before that Andy was getting a peek into a parallel universe, so the "It's just a dream" mantra wasn't working. After all, it had taken me a matter of seconds to convince myself that it wasn't. And then it didn't crash, and whew. Boy, I'm suggestible.
And in conclusion, don't read Even Cowgirls Get the Blues. Or see it. Ever. Okay, you can see it, 'cos it has Uma and five seconds of Crispin in which he gets to grope Uma, plus the Least Convincing Prosthetic Thumbs EVER, but don't read it. Because it's self-indulgent meandering preaching faux-deep offensive GARBAGE and if Tom Robbins were here right now I would kick him in the shin.
In conclusion, I have temporarily lost the right to claim cynicism because I totally squealed and bounced when Rob proposed to Amber on the last ep of Survivor. Although I will say that if she's smart, the first thing she'll do with that million will be to hire a lawyer to draw up a good solid pre-nup. Not because I think Rob's intentions are anything but sincere (plus the results hadn't been revealed yet when he proposed), but because - dude, high-profile couple getting married after knowing each other for less than a year? Yeah, that'll end well.
