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It's a cute story. I liked Eve, she's cool. She and Wall-E display emotion admirably despite having nothing but eyes to show them with. The plot is simplistic and sweet, and the detail and designs are of characteristic Pixar quality.
And the movie all but bored me to tears.
Did everyone else see a different version? Because the one I saw had me wondering what it contained that entranced people to such an extent that in their opinion, any naysayers are idiots who deserve to die. That this is the best movie anyone's seen in years, and all of the other expressions of praise that you can imagine. What I saw was a cute love story with huge piles of trash on a dusty, monochrome planet, and a rather bulky starship filled with fat people who get around on floating contraptions that keep them from having to walk. Everything that makes this movie good, I've already seen many times, in equal measure and intensity, in different forms all through dozens of films. So I don't really get it.
I think I like Ratatouille better. It was way more colorful and interesting.
He is arrogant and snobby, and it shows in his long gray pompadour which is puffed up really high on top. His nose is curved, and his eyes flash fire. His thick fingers pound upon the keys of his fourteen-foot grand piano, and his notes are strong and forceful. After each show, one of the lower instrument players gives him a blow job to wind him down before the next act. As you can guess, he's ragingly gay.
He may be one of the instrument players, employed by the same people that everyone else is employed by, but in actuality, he rules the orchestra. Everyone knows it. They take care to keep out of his path and treat him with the utmost respect. All fear his wrath, for his voice is often laced with dire temperament. No one sees him out of his formal tuxedo, or even out of the concert hall itself. It is his home, his life. His kingdom.
To anyone that it may concern...
If you're getting someone something from the store that they want and you can't find it, you're really not doing the person some special favor by substituting it with something else. If the store doesn't have it, then cool, I can live without it. What I HATE is when I am not only without the object in question, but also have to deal with something else that I don't want at all. Especially if it's a food item. That pack of Junior Mints might look like a York Patty, but it also has 600 freaking calories in it and doesn't even taste nearly as good. York Patties only have 140 calories, which is the reason why I prefer it over any other candy bar. Because, when you've been splurging on sugar and a huge muffin the day before and want to take it easy for the rest of the week to make up for it, 140 beats 600. In other words, be considerate, goddamnit.
And if I ask to have veggie burger patties, I'd rather go without them than be expected to eat that bag of soy-based barbecue pork substitute that you brought back because the commissary didn't carry them. I do not like eating barbecue pork sandwiches, and I'm sure they taste a lot more appalling when imitated with soy protein. Just... don't bother, 'k? I'm not going to be thankful for your spark of ingenuity. It's insulting. You couldn't take a minute and call me to see if I had an alternative choice in mind? At least have the good graces to not be annoyed when I turn out to be disappointed.
And one more thing: there's a reason why I always get chocolate when I want candy. It's very closely connected to the reason why I never eat fruit when I want something sweet to eat. Fruit isn't chocolate, and I don't consider fruit to be some kind of candy to begin with. It's a major food item. I often eat it with breakfast. And it will NOT diminish my craving for chocolate. So please, stop suggesting it. You're driving me mad.
What is with all of these LJ icons featuring green hair and red lips? Is this a fad that I'm missing? Bozo the Clown reborn, Day-Glo style?
But if you try actually talking to my mom when she's transfixed on the screen, she gets irritated and snaps at you.
My stepdad is the only one who is cool about conversing fully even when a show is on, which I like. But it would sure be nice to be able to talk to my mom, or even say anything at all to her, at any time. Then she complains from time to time that I'm never around. Of course I'm not... who would want to hang around someone who sits for hours silently staring at a screen? I don't even LIKE watching television, except for the two nights a week when Star Trek is on.
The movie is so chilling, appalling and depressing that I can't get it out of my mind. It involves an insane doctor whose wife died from pregnancy complications. He later has as one of his patients a woman who happens to be pregnant herself. For some reason, he gets the idea that she is his wife and that she is destined to die as well. He begins to stalk her, with the intention of killing her unborn child to "rescue" her. Near the end, the crazed doctor catches up with the woman, and she tries to fight him off but goes unconscious after a fall. She wakes up on the doctor's examination table, with her body sedated from the waist down and her worst nightmare standing nearby getting ready to do the 'procedure.' She ends up killing him by stabbing his chest with the surgical instrument, and escapes with her body intact and well. And she, her husband and their new baby live happily ever after.
Despite the happy ending and the satisfying post-natal abortion of the mad doctor, this movie freaked me out long-term more than any actual horror movie I've ever seen. It's been months.
In short, she was beautiful.
She was employed in the service of a man. Outwardly, he had the appearance of being a normal but dark-spirited average person. But what the young woman didn't know was that the man knew the magic arts. And he did not intend to make an exception of her.
One night, when they were about to eat dinner, they sat behind their empty plates. The girl asked her boss what they were waiting for. That was the perfect moment for the man to make his move. You see, he had wanted to possess the woman's body for quite some time... an experiment of sorts... and he worked out just the right way of doing it.
Slowly, he transformed his head into a giant calzone.
The young woman cried out with terror. She screamed and screamed. Where his face should have been, there was only a layer of what looked like baked cheese with pesto. Or was it skin? Despite the absence of a mouth of any kind, the man laughed maniacally.
As the terrified girl continued to stare at him, he calmly brought up a sharp knife and fork and cut a rectangular slice out of his head and placed it on her plate.
This slice of his former head contained his brain. It was disguised as cubes of chicken. By her eating it, he was to attain the ability to possess her mind and then slowly gain control of her body.
The man with his mutilated calzone-head urged her to eat. He picked up the knife and fork that he had just used, and shoved them into her hands one by one with a grunt.
The young woman clearly had no choice. She placed a bite of the man's brain into her mouth and chewed.
He was delicious. She had to give him credit for that.
Slowly, she began to feel weird...
Yes, trying to weed out thong sandal wearers with your upper-class fashion scrutiny counts too.
Please lift your conceited peepers away from the floor. My perfectly attractive toes and unoffending thong straps will thank you.
... Well, no, I haven't noticed anyone staring down at my feet in public. Why do you ask?
- Mood:
aggravated
Heaven help you if you try to pass it off as a compliment. It isn't. It disgusts me beyond belief.
But today, I think it's justified.
Yesterday we went to Ruby Tuesday for lunch. I ordered the veggie burger platter. Not because I thought the calorie count would be lower--really, in a restaurant dish?-- but because I want to wean myself off of meat and become a vegetarian, and I might as well start now.
Well, out of curiosity, I checked the nutrition information online later on and found that the whole platter is worth nearly 1400 calories. (Good thing I only ate half of it, eh?) I can't say I was entirely surprised, but I'm still mystified about one thing... where are all of those calories coming from?! The bun was wheat, the patty was obviously grilled with oil of some sort, but it didn't seem that bad apart from being an inch thick, and the fries... well, were fries.
But let's forget my reminiscing, please. I want to rant about people who say that nutrition information shouldn't be revealed at all, because people 'ought to know that those insane amounts of food they're shoveling into their mouths are full of calories (so let them be stupid so we can laugh at their stupidity and ever-increasing ass sizes)!' The fact of the matter is, the food obviously has a lot more going on behind the scenes besides large portions. Has anyone considered how some dishes aren't at all big, and look very innocent besides, but still pack a WORLD of hurt? There was a woman who found out that her favorite appetizer was worth over 3000 cals, and nearly fainted... do you honestly think that the average diner is going to look at his or her reasonably-sized meal and think, 'my, this is probably worth two days of food!'? Sigh.
Rant over.
Is this how fast time has begun to pass in my life now? So that things that bring me happiness pass away in the blink of an eye, where in the mind of another person, the months go by at a reasonable pace?
I just got a great short haircut. It looks good short. I'm afraid of how less attractive it will be in a few months when it's slightly... less short.
I hate school. It starts again in exactly two months. I can't sit and enjoy the rest of my summer break because I'm so weary of how fast time goes and the fact that August 20th will be here in the equivalent of two weeks for a kid.
In other news, I hate it when I accidentally hit peripheral keys on the keyboard when typing and somehow make all of these interesting options completely unknown to me pop up as a result, like the 'Import/Export Wizard' that showed up just ten minutes ago.
In this case, I was craving a fried egg sandwich. This was the first time in two years that I'd made one, but this time I did it with two eggs and wheat bread, even though I don't like wheat bread much. Can you say desperate?
Naturally, I wasn't able to finish it all. But cravings? Gone.
Well, duh. Haha...
Lately, I bought the whole Indiana Jones trilogy for myself. I ended up not liking the first two movies much, but it was worth it to watch The Last Crusade again. It sure brought back a lot of memories.
Why is it that people who die against their will go all too easily, but no matter how hard a suicidal person tries to damage themselves to the point of death, they keep springing back every time? The fact that if I try to die and keep failing every time is ironic in that it is both a blessing and a curse, depending on which perspective you're looking at it from.
And WHY isn't there an option for people to electively choose to die, in a painless and controlled environment? (I'm referring to euthanasia here, of course.) The choice to end one's life should be a birthright!
Our new kitten hates me for some reason. She peed on my floor twice. I never gave her a reason to dislike me.
I hate her.
