Mother's Day and randomness
Saturday, May 8th, 2004 02:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
basildestinyMy dear Evan Rosier's beloved has returned from mini vacation. The stupid characters didn't want to act like themselves though. Hence the direction of the thread now.
We were discussing how lonely the game has been lately. We're trying to stay in there and post. But as much as we like each other, we're starting to feel stale. I don't really know the solution for that. So I've taken to writing my characters into fics. I think I may actually write a slash one. I never did finish the worst fic ever written. Probably because I don't find it stupid anymore. I find the characters kind of believable and that disturbs me. Disturbs me so much that I can't write it.
I watched Big Fish last night. I'm going to now ruin the movie so skip to the next paragraph if you don't want to have it ruined. It was an interesting movie. Definitely Tim Burton. It has the eccentric character who is too big for the pond he's in. Which isn't just a theme in the movie, it's a statement made several times. The tall tales are great. And you get so caught up in the stories that after an hour and 35 minutes you are sad to realize it is almost over. And then it happens. The dreaded last 10 minutes which make you cry. And then... the last 30-60 seconds. As the credits roll, you feel like it was missing something. Someone should have said something. The son should have said that he'd spent his entire adult life disbeleiving his father and building a rift between the two of them and that now, though he won't regret, he sometimes wishes he hadn't been so cynical. Or just something that summarized their relationship. It just goes to his son in the pool obviously arguing over stories about grandfather and then fades to black. I don't feel fulfilled from that. It's going to take more than that for me to feel happy about the entire movie spent showing how the son can't believe his father.
I did enjoy the Siamese twin joke.
I want to make a quick statement about the Iraqi prisoner abuse. I have no doubt that orders were given for those 7 soldiers to do what they did. But I just want to say that while I can understand your anger with the Iraqi people, don't jump to the law of an eye for an eye. Tell me how civilized and educated that sounds. It feels more like kindergarten to me. We are a super power. We should act like one. I am saddened just as anyone else that our sons and daughters are dying in Iraq, but I don't see how sinking to the level of our enemies honors the memory of our dead. It doesn't. You may say that no retaliation makes us look weak. I say it doesn't matter. We aren't weak and we know it. we could, as the internet joke goes, make a cement pool out of the whole area. But the difference is that we're supposed to be the good guys. I'm so sick of this society sinking to the lowest possible denominator. Some buzzline. But I digress because this is something I have been hitting on in my past couple of entries.
It is amazing how the group for Gay Day one by one disintegrated.
Tonight is Kill Bill and then LOCI (Law & Order: Criminal Intent). Tomorrow is Mother's Day. I looked for cards for my mom. They were all these tired old cards that looked the same. Frills and words that didn't mean anything. I just didn't like any of them. So I went over to the section of cards which have animals on them. I really love the pictures on those. I searched through them and found a picture that I liked. It features an elegant, short haired white cat licking it's lips. It says on the front "A little birdy told me that you're a year older..." Inside it says "So I ate it." My mom's birthday is in August. Underneath "So I ate it," I wrote "I ate it because it was obviously lying." I think the card summarizes my weird sense of humor. I don't trust Hall-mark or any other company to speak the words from my heart so I wrote my own. I bought her The Cell for our Vincent D'Onofrio obsession and The Last Samurai. I rented The Last Samurai, but I know that she'll never sit through it without falling asleep. At least not within the time frame allotted for rentals. But I think she needs to watch it. It is beautiful.
Well I should go dry my hair and get to cleaning my room.
~Bas
We were discussing how lonely the game has been lately. We're trying to stay in there and post. But as much as we like each other, we're starting to feel stale. I don't really know the solution for that. So I've taken to writing my characters into fics. I think I may actually write a slash one. I never did finish the worst fic ever written. Probably because I don't find it stupid anymore. I find the characters kind of believable and that disturbs me. Disturbs me so much that I can't write it.
I watched Big Fish last night. I'm going to now ruin the movie so skip to the next paragraph if you don't want to have it ruined. It was an interesting movie. Definitely Tim Burton. It has the eccentric character who is too big for the pond he's in. Which isn't just a theme in the movie, it's a statement made several times. The tall tales are great. And you get so caught up in the stories that after an hour and 35 minutes you are sad to realize it is almost over. And then it happens. The dreaded last 10 minutes which make you cry. And then... the last 30-60 seconds. As the credits roll, you feel like it was missing something. Someone should have said something. The son should have said that he'd spent his entire adult life disbeleiving his father and building a rift between the two of them and that now, though he won't regret, he sometimes wishes he hadn't been so cynical. Or just something that summarized their relationship. It just goes to his son in the pool obviously arguing over stories about grandfather and then fades to black. I don't feel fulfilled from that. It's going to take more than that for me to feel happy about the entire movie spent showing how the son can't believe his father.
I did enjoy the Siamese twin joke.
I want to make a quick statement about the Iraqi prisoner abuse. I have no doubt that orders were given for those 7 soldiers to do what they did. But I just want to say that while I can understand your anger with the Iraqi people, don't jump to the law of an eye for an eye. Tell me how civilized and educated that sounds. It feels more like kindergarten to me. We are a super power. We should act like one. I am saddened just as anyone else that our sons and daughters are dying in Iraq, but I don't see how sinking to the level of our enemies honors the memory of our dead. It doesn't. You may say that no retaliation makes us look weak. I say it doesn't matter. We aren't weak and we know it. we could, as the internet joke goes, make a cement pool out of the whole area. But the difference is that we're supposed to be the good guys. I'm so sick of this society sinking to the lowest possible denominator. Some buzzline. But I digress because this is something I have been hitting on in my past couple of entries.
It is amazing how the group for Gay Day one by one disintegrated.
Tonight is Kill Bill and then LOCI (Law & Order: Criminal Intent). Tomorrow is Mother's Day. I looked for cards for my mom. They were all these tired old cards that looked the same. Frills and words that didn't mean anything. I just didn't like any of them. So I went over to the section of cards which have animals on them. I really love the pictures on those. I searched through them and found a picture that I liked. It features an elegant, short haired white cat licking it's lips. It says on the front "A little birdy told me that you're a year older..." Inside it says "So I ate it." My mom's birthday is in August. Underneath "So I ate it," I wrote "I ate it because it was obviously lying." I think the card summarizes my weird sense of humor. I don't trust Hall-mark or any other company to speak the words from my heart so I wrote my own. I bought her The Cell for our Vincent D'Onofrio obsession and The Last Samurai. I rented The Last Samurai, but I know that she'll never sit through it without falling asleep. At least not within the time frame allotted for rentals. But I think she needs to watch it. It is beautiful.
Well I should go dry my hair and get to cleaning my room.
~Bas
