Thursday, March 29, 2007


Curtis and I saw 300 today. It was awesome! I got so excited during some parts that I literally bounced in my seat. I know this sounds kind of odd, but it was a really pretty movie. Especially during the fight scenes when the camera centered on one particular warrior and the film would speed up and slow down flawlessly while the actor was doing smooth and flowing attacks (hacking off people's limbs and heads). Even the blood splatters were gorgeous.

But, of course, I like these kinds of movies. And this is the best non-Asian martial movie I remember seeing in regards to dance-like fight choreography and cinematography.

It was very video game-like in parts. I also loved the animations during the ending credits. About halfway into it I even managed to stop giggling every time a group of Spartan warriors was standing around wearing nothing but leather briefs, knee-high boots, and capes. (Y'know, typing it like that makes them sound like a bunch of gay men in a Pride parade.)

I would rant on more about it, but it is late. Just one addendum: SunDevil is selling the second Death Note movie! I saw it and ordered it. At least there is one thing for me to look forward to when classes starts.


Friday, March 23, 2007


What Kind of Apocalypse Are You?


Zombie Apocolypse
You are stubborn and headstrong, but your methodical and straightforward nature comes in handy when you are in the middle of a ZOMBIE APOCOLYPSE. Just remember that a little flexibility and paying close attention to your assets will help you a great deal when fighting off hordes of the undead. Don't let the lumbering beasts of terror get you down, with a little determination you can get through anything.
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What Firefly Character Are You?


Jayne Cobb
You're into guns, violence, and fending for yourself. Your sense of honor and loyalty is not the most developed, but you're learning. What's important to you now is the payoff. Pay some more attention to the people around you.
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I was in a "blow shit up" kinda mood at the time. :)



I'm home for spring break now. Classes begin April 2, and until then, I'm back here in SJ. Doing some reading, doing some writing. I just wrote some fakey song lyrics for a possible story I may write. Lots of dark themes and song names like "Cyanide Valentine" and "Bone Saw" and "Magnum in Your Hand." (The names randomly popped into my head. I'm particularly fond of "Cyanide Valentine.") They are all basically like "Kill me! Kill me! You love me and hate me at the same time!" I giggle when I write them.

I'll give you a snippet. Here's what I've written of "Bone Saw" (which is actually a metaphor for the fictional songwriter's resentment of being a celebrity who can't escape the public eye, not about somebody literally carving up his/her body):
Kill me with your overwhelming awe.
Slice me into pieces with your sharp bone saw.

You want to collect pieces of me,
Snatchin’ up slivers of bone with maniacal glee.
I’m livin’ the dreams you forgot that you had
And it’s makin’ you wild and angry and mad.

My body and soul are stolen by you.
I search for a haven and still you pursue.
I seek the darkness, while you shine the lights.
I keep trying to hide, but I’m still in your sights.

Get it? The whole "lights" and "sights" meaning cameras. I think it is an obvious attempt at being cleverly vague; like the songwriter isn't smart or practiced enough to make his/her metaphors more hidden.

"Slowly" is shaping up to be even more twisted.

I've never written songs before. With these, it's just fun. I think up a line or a good word, look it up and try to find a rhyme, and jot down whatever I think of. No pressure, and I can make the songs as stupid, dark, or angsty as I want, 'cuz they reflect the idea of a character I have. Fun!


Saturday, March 17, 2007

Thursday Night

The other night Curtis and I borrowed Bruce Campbell's Alien Apocalypse from Andrew. It was the third worst movie I've ever seen (the other two being The Forbidden Zone and A Dog of Flanders).

After the movie ended, we channel surfed until we found Dateline's To Catch A Predator, which Curtis had never seen or heard about. We found that much more humorous than the movie.

After that, we watched The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra (one of my favoritest movies of all time) to get the bad aftertaste of Alien Apocalypse out of my brain.

Some of my favorite quotes from The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra:

Dr. Paul Armstrong
As a scientist I just wish I could appreciate more things like cabins... bicycles...

I might just be a test-tube-tipping lab jockey who's looked at too many shiny rocks for far too long, but something tells me you know more about this than you're letting on.

Dr. Roger Fleming
Ranger Brad, I'm a scientist. I don't believe in anything.

Aliens? Us? Is this one of your Earth jokes?

Sometimes my wife forgets that she is not an alien from outer space.

I am strangely drawn to this inverted cloth funnel and its wonderful softness.

You are in a spaceship now. It's just like your house, except it travels through space.

I sleep now.

Stay on this road here, past Dead Man's Curve, you'll come to an old fence, called The Devil's Fence. From there, go on foot till you come to a valley known as The Cathedral of Lost Soap. Smack in the center is what they call Forgetful Milkman's Quadrangle. Stay right on The Path Of Staring Skulls and you come to a place called Death Clearing. Cabin's right there, can't miss it.

Paul: Hmm... I wonder.
(cut to new scene)
Roger: Hmm... I also wonder.

Lattis: Who knows how many untold millions will die by its hand?
Kro-Bar: If only it did have hands, my woman.... If only it did have hands.

Animala: Amish terrarium. Must find Amish terrarium.
Paul: I don't understand. Why does she need an Amish terrarium?
Betty: Don't the Amish live in open air, like us?
Paul: Of course, Betty, it's absurd. Putting the Amish in glass cases would be inhumane.


Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Random Labyrinth drabble

I was in the mood to read some fanfiction this morning, and I ended up reading a couple Labyrinth fics. Then I was struck with the mood to write and came up with this. Stupid, but it amuses me.

“Toby?” Sarah asked for the third time. Her brother’s eyes finally seemed to focus on her.

“Hmm? What?”

Sarah sighed. He had been spacing out again. It was something of a habit for her fifteen-year-old brother, one which psychiatrists had tried treating years before as ADD but with no effect. He’d been like this forever, and sometimes she wondered if it was an effect of their adventure Underground.

“Why do you always do that?”

Toby’s eyebrows briefly contorted in a clueless way, though he knew exactly what she was talking about. “Oh. Daydreaming again.”

“About what?” The 25-year-old woman pressed.

“Kerry Elkhorn got a new bikini. I saw her in it at the pool today.” The teenager grinned wolfishly as his sister squirmed and changed the subject. His response was a lie. True, Kerry had been wearing a new swimsuit, but Toby’s thoughts had been on something a lot less tangible than a 17-year-old’s breasts and tanned skin.

He’d heard music again. Music and traces of strange laughter. Every once in a while Toby would hear something. It had been happening for as long as he could remember. He stopped mentioning these figments after the first round of child psychologists his parents had dragged him to when he was eight. He wasn’t insane; or at least he didn’t think he was.

These distractions had become a bit more frequent lately. A little bit stronger. As if some tiny fragment of himself was in another place. Toby had no idea just what that place would be, just that it was… different.

He and Sarah were spending the evening alone at home. His sister had come over for the week to keep Toby company while their parent’s were on a cruise. A movie had just ended, and the two siblings were sprawled out on couches in the family room.

Sarah’s chatter about her graduate work was cut off abruptly as the lights flickered and complete darkness settled.

“Did the power go out?” Toby asked, getting up and peering through the window. There were no lights in sight, and the storm outside seemed exponentially louder as the perpetual humming of appliances was silent.

It is strange, he absently mused, how the small sounds you hear every day and ignore become conspicuous and disorientating absences when they cease.

Toby cautiously made his way to the sofa that his sister was sitting on. He sat down. “Man, it’s really blowing outside.”

The wind howled and raindrops hit the glass of the windows with the faintest audible impacts.

Receiving no acknowledgement for his observation, Toby frowned. “Sarah? You okay?”

Hidden from her brother in the darkness, Sarah trembled. She was taken back to when, almost fifteen years ago, she had made a thoughtless wish and the lights had died and white wings battered at the doors. Suddenly she gasped as a realization hit her; it was very likely that this was an anniversary of that night. Her father and stepmother had gone out for an anniversary dinner. That was the same reason for their cruise this week.

“What’s wrong?” Toby managed to find her in the dark and his hands grasped her shoulders. “You’re shaking! What is it? Are you scared?”

Sarah managed to regain some composure. I didn’t make a wish, she reminded herself, there are no goblins hiding in the corners.

She exhaled a breath that she hadn’t known she was holding. “I’m fine.” She patted one of Toby’s hands. “This just reminded me of a dream I had once.” Sarah had never told anybody about the labyrinth and the goblin king; she had half-convinced herself that it was a dream created by an overly fanciful mind.

“What was it about?” Toby inquired, not really caring except that they seemed to have nothing else to do at the moment.

“It was pretty soon after you were born. I was fifteen and had been obsessing over a particular fantasy story. I dreamt that I wished that the Goblin King would take you away. He did, and I had to make my way through a huge mage to get you back.”

“A goblin king?” The teenager sounded skeptical. “As in short and green with funny ears?”

Sarah almost laughed until an image of Jareth appeared in her mind. “The goblins kind of looked like that. Not the King, though. He was human. Or at least looked human.”

“Wow. Must’ve been one hell of a dream for you to remember it so well ten years later.”

The woman’s exhale almost sounded like a weak laugh. “It was. Very vivid. I remember it so well….”

“Well,” her brother stated moving around on the couch and making himself comfortable. “There’s nothing else to do right now. Remember anything else about it?”

Elsewhere, a blond man laughed and lifted his gaze from a crystal sphere. “She thinks it was a dream!” The creatures ensconced around the room howled and cackled along with him.

His attention pulled from his sister’s narrative, Toby frowned. There was that laughter again. A little louder. He could pick out individual voices from the discordant noise. A few seconds, and then it faded. He picked up the thread of Sarah’s monologue again.

“-And he sang. It was strange. He looked like a glam rock star: long, wispy blond hair and lots of eye makeup. And his outfits were outrageous! Tight- and I mean tight!- pants and shirts with loads of ruffles. At the time I thought it was romantic. Medieval. But now I realize it was just kind of gay.” She giggled.

“Who?” Toby asked, hoping that his sister wouldn’t notice that he had zoned again.

“The Goblin King. He would sing and-" *snort* “-dance!”

“What is wrong with singing and dancing?!” The Goblin King demanded, affronted. There was no response from his subjects.

Sarah must have had a clear mental picture, Toby thought. She was almost in hysterics.

“...Sounds pretty gay,” he put in. Silently, he was wondering if his parents had blown their money on therapists for the wrong child.

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Monday, March 12, 2007

20 most recent songs/albums I've added to iTunes

Looking at my Most Recently Added list, I saw that it was very indicative of my varied taste in music. So, because I like sharing music recs, I'm posting 'em here. (Albums are in italics)

1) Mahler's Symphony No. 9, 1st Movement (Peabody Symphony Orchestra)

2) Lose Yourself (Eminem)

3) Jaan Pehechaan Ho (Mohammed Rafi, Ghostworld soundtrack)

4) Amelie soundtrack

5) Protection (Massive Attack)

6) Killing in the Name (Rage Against the Machine)

7) Violin Partita #2 in D Minor, Gigue (Bach)

8) Arrabal (Gotan Project)

9) Mutter (Rammstein)

10) Gentleman who Fell (Milla Jovovich)

11) Like a Gunshot (Leehom Wang)

12) Diabolos (Gackt)

13) Da Da Da (Trio)

14) 100th Window (Massive Attack)

15) Fantasia on Greensleeves (Williams)

16) Love Everybody (The Presidents of the United States of America)

17) Freaked Out and Small (PotUSA)

18) Shi Er Yu De Qing Ge [December Love] (Gackt and Leehom Wang)

19) Water (Breaking Benjamin)

20) Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds (Beatles' cover by HYDE)

(Two of these songs were in my random songs quiz. One of the albums has another song from that list.)


History of Sex

If you guys are flipping through the TV Guide and see The History Channel's "History of Sex", watch it!


Sunday, March 11, 2007

Random Thoughts

I just love Toombs' line in Chronicles of Riddick: "You know, you’re supposed to be some slick shit killer. Now look at you... all back of the bus and shit." I keep laughing. Hell, I just love Toombs in general. I don't care whether Johns can actually hold his own in a fight against Riddick; Johns just sucks and Toombs rocks.

I can remember two times that I was told that I look like a celebrity. One celebrity was Jodie Foster, the other Kurt Cobain.

I have a final paper due on Tuesday.

Curtis and I finished the second season of House a long time ago. I miss House.

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Saturday, March 03, 2007

South Park

I've only started watching South Park recently. Last night there was a marathon of "most quoted episodes" and I ended up watching several. "Fat Butt and Pancake Head" from season 7 is the funniest one I've seen so far.

Full episode

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How I will die quiz

You'll die from an Unlikely Illness (like the plague).

You will unfortunately succumb to a random and unlikely disease. Only to find out after death that eating more broccoli would have cured you.

'How will you die?' at

I hate broccoli and would go to extreme lengths to avoid it, so this result is actually quite amusing to me.


Friday, March 02, 2007

Bad Pope jokes

So last night, around 1:30 am, Curtis and I began making up Pope jokes. Some were funny; some were only funny because of how late it was; and most were painful. Nonetheless, I feel like inflicting them upon the world. Warning: tasteless puns ahead.

What is the Pope's favorite snack?
Pope-corn which he makes in a pope-corn pope-er.

How did the Popemobile get a flat tire?
It ran over a pope-hole.

A Dutch pope was asked whether he could really talk with God. He replied, "Vat I can!"
(Note: I randomly said "Dutch." I don't know what kind of people have an accent like that.)

Why doesn't the Pope like math?
Because he tries to avoid the seven deadly sins.

What do you call it when the Pope goes to Vegas to get married?

What do you call someone being manipulated by the Pope?
A Pope-et.

What do you call a highly classified Vatican document?

In Vatican City, what do you call a single-person motorized vehicle?
A po-ped.

What is the Pope's favorite breakfast food?
Eggs Benedict.

Why doesn't the Pope like to wear new socks?
They aren't holey.

What does the Pope like to put on his steak?
Salt and pope-er.

What is the Pope's favorite fruit?

Why is the snake from the Garden of Eden eating the Roman Catholic Church?
Because the papal doesn't fall far from the Tree of Knowledge.

Feel free to leave your own bad jokes as comments.