Does that turn you on? Harley-Davidson?*

So I finally watched Avatar (blame chaosvizier, who tipped the scales from, "But I'm not interested!" to "Watch it on the beg screen in 3D before it's taken off!"). It was pretty. The biological and technological bits were pretty neat, even with a few "Is that even evolutionarily plausible?" doubts. (At one point, I wondered why the hell the mind-melting worked across species, and why there weren't horrible diseases, like viruses, swarming all over that process.) The story was a tried and true one told by a new storyteller, so yay on that.

The only annoying thing is that Avatar's left me with the desire for a tail, preferably prehensile. And a mind-melding braid. (And just how does the hair grow into a braid? I mean, the in vitro Avatars had them all set, so it's a born-with-it trait...) Also annoying is the IMVU "Get Your Avatar" advertisement to the right of my post-an-entry space, which is all about busty CGI girls in sparkly blue... *sigh*

I'd say I also want a dragon, but like the Na'avi apparently know - and undoubtably learnt from Lady Sybil's Sunshine Sanctuary for Sick Dragons - a dragon is for life, not just for Hogswatchnight.


In similar news, I watched Bad News Bears (Part 1) last night. It's actually pretty good! I'll even handwave the DO NOT WANT of an alcoholic being in charge of kids, drinking himself into unconsciousness when he should be coaching, pushing kids around and tossing beer onto a child, because that shit is so not on. Plus, the soundtrack was brilliant.

I didn't think I'd like it as much because it's about a) baseball and b) children, and we all know that my squeebord does not have buttons for either. But when one of the kids is totally Percival Wemys Madison of Lord of the Flies (6:58-7:04, 10:30-10:56) and another is a smart-mouthed and world-wise girl (0:00-1:45) and I'm sold. Crazy, I know!

Add to that a cigarette-smoking and awesome-lighter-skills-having (1:57-2:16), attitude-totin' loan-shark (5:55-10:36: "Said if I didn't give him a dime by Friday, he'd break my arm!" "Es un bandido!" ; "There's nice ass at the field, that's why I hang around." ; "And if I win?" "Name it." *smirk*), motocrycle-riding (6:50-7:37), budding pimpin' player and I'm just squeeful. I mean, it's an awesome kid! How can I complain about there being kids when one's that awesome?

Also, there's this scene (8:10-8:22) which is just the Most Adorable Fail ever! It's the titchy little badass-in-training trying to chat up a bird** who's probably a decade older than him and on the other side of the hormone rollercoaster, and he's just throwing one line after another trying to impress. It's adorable. I mean, in five years that boy'll either be the skeeziest gangster to ever skeeze or a massive player, but now? Adorable.


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* Kelly, Bad news Bears
** Why suddenly English, Sickle?

When You're Up to Your Ass in Alligators...*

...Today Is the First Day of the Rest of Your Life.*


After much freaking out and "I cannae do this, Captain!" I managed to call the guy from FAO about volunteerships and internships. I stuttered a bit, shook a bit more, and finally managed to speak. He, on the other hand, sounded like the most wonderful person ever. He basically told me to go the usual route with the forms and stuff, but he told me about two other agencies that do similar work and also provided his email so I could forward him my application. So \o/ on that.

I then went and had lunch with Willy, and there was much squee and joy. It was pretty hilarious how I was high on caffeine and sociality and saying how I was miserable with the biggest grin on my face. Oh brain, you so weird!

And continuing our nightly tradition of anxiety dreams, or nightmares, I had another one! About having two buckets full of water and trying to move fish out of one, realizing that the big fish were eating the small ones so panicking even more about taking the fish out, then realizing that the big bucket I was holding the two buckets in has a mother-lovin' baby crocodile in it and then the bucket I'm holding is practically churning with little crocodiles and there's a tortoise over on the side.

I'm going to recover from today's madness - yes, it's 4 pm and the day can be over now, thanks - and watch Lost. Then I have to pull myself together enought write a few emails expressing my condolences because holy shit, y'all, violence in Nairobi to people I know. Willy just told me what happened and it's really, really bad.


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Supernatural: ( Read more... )

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Dollhouse: ( Read more... )

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* Management slogan, Ridcully-style (Terry Pratchett, The Last Continent)