Save the penguins!
Nov. 5th, 2006 08:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bending_sickleI'm free! I've finished my standardized tests! Viva la revolucion!
...actually there's still the applications, "I'm so great, pick me please" essays, passport's to renew, winter clothes to get out so I don't freeze to death in the balmy 18 degrees* we got here.
We had to be at the exam place at 8:30 for a theoretical 9 am start which turned into a 9:40 am start. Yay for Spain being on bloody time. Exam went well, I read every question, answered almost all of them, guessed a few, had a few "WTF?!" moments, like with the El Nino question. Alas, the last half hour of the exam was barely overcome as I was hit by exhaustion, hunger, and the beginnings of Evil Cramps**. Still, I finished alright, got home around 1 pm. I managed to become a fully functional human being around 2:30. Four Advils, dude, and they did nothing but swim around in my bloodstream, pointing and laughing at all the little pain signals, singing loud "lalala" songs, the bastards. I've heard muscle relaxants are good for ze pain, ya? Honestly, sometimes I wish morphine was an over-the-counter drug...
When I wasn't studying, or trying to study, I watched movies and Queer as Folk. For example, I watched The Fast and The Furious, squeeling with glee at recognizing Lost's Anna Lucia and Angel's Russel in 1x01. Vin, once again, demonstrated that he can bellow like no one else can, and look hot doing it.
I watched A Good Year, where Russel Crowe is adorably bumbly and silly. Though I was a bit disapointed that they took out the cool bit of the bit from Peter Mayle's book(otherwise known as the plot), which included ex-businessmen pretending to be monks who harvest wine. Although Max's secretary was cool. Very.
There was a repeat viewing of the awesome film 28 Days Later the DVD of which, disapointly enough, didn't have the alternative ending anywhere. I still feel the need to yell at the Greenpeace-y guys for being remarkably stupid when dealing with the chimps. Even if they weren't infected with raaaaaage, you really shouldn't consider manhandling adult chimps out of a lab. Standing in front of the cage when you open it for a seriously pissed of adult chimp is suicidal.
I'm always amazed at how radiaclly the main actor changes from "blah" (looking remarkably like a guy I knew in University Rez, who called himself "Argh" - no joke) to "omghotsexythang". Evidence? Not hot thing. Hot thing.
Which reminds me of the list I once made, after reading Stephen King's Cell, about what you should be wearing (and not wearing) when the zombiepocalyse came. They include 1) ankle-high boots, preferably combat and steel-toed, or at least sneakers, 2) jeans, 3) hoodie with deep pockets, 4) belt. You might want to start carrying alighter, even if you're not a smoker.
What not to wear: dangly earings, necklaces, rings, glasses (although by all means, carry them in your pocket, in their protective case).
Also? This needs to be an icon. Or a shirt, as I've been tempted with way too many icons. At the very least, a little pin...
Then there's been the repeated viewings of Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl. It's just wonderful. In some bits I keep thinking about Kit: her lovely imitation of the Governor's finger-pointing and shadow-boxing at the end, the "from my back" line*** and others. The rum line will never not be funny and the music is fantastic.
I listened to the commentaries of the director Gore something and Johnny Depp. It was horrifyingly difficult sometimes to distinguish who was who, despite Depp's sexy (smoker's) voice.
Why yes, I am a bit taken with him. I believe the phrase "Johnny Depp (chocolate) sauce" arose as a result of PotC viewing. I can't remember what we did with Orlando. Was he sauce? There was more to that joke, I know there was... PS: http://johnny-depp.org/
I also watched the cut-scenes, and absolutely love two in particular. One's when Elizabeth and Sparrow are on the island ("Petit Tabac" in real life), and Elizabeth asks if there was any truth to the other stories she'd heard about him. Sparrow looks at her incredibly serious, repeating, "The truth?" Then the camera pans down as he shows his left forearm: pirate "P" brand and tatto, then his left arm: ghastly scar, then back to Sparrow as he bares his left chest to show two bullet wounds. Then, still so serious it makes my heart break, he says, "No truth at all."
The other cut-scene is plain silly fun ad lib on Johnny's part. You know where Sparrow's dealing with the pirates near the end of the movie in their cave, and when one curses whoever it was who invented "parler", he says, "That would be the French"? There was so much more. Cut lines in bold.
Jack Sparrow: Parleley, parlelellyleloooo, par le nee, partner, par... snip, parsley... Pardna. Howdipadna, howdipadna.****
Ragetti: Parley?
Jack Sparrow: That's the one. Parley. Parley.
Pintel: Parley? Damn to the depths whatever man what thought of "Parley".
Jack Sparrow: That would be the French.
Except in the cut scene he just say's "French" and continues with:
Sparrow: Latin-based. Inventors of mayonaise.
Pintel: I like mayonaise.
Sparrow: Shame about the French, really. Obsessed with raisins. Humiliated grapes, really. (Makes slow curling/grasping motion in the air.) Think about it. Lovely singing voices. Eunouch's, all of them.
Pintel: I dated a eunouch once.
The first review on imbd is quite well-written.
Squee at the 2007 movie PotC: At World's End: note the serious lack of Cpt. Sparrow in the plot line.
Read a short article about Gay Animals comming out in Oslo exhibition.
I've been wracking my brains over what Josie's beau in Universitay was called, and all I got is that it wasn't Ethan (...or was it?), Elton, or Eric. Gr.
ETA: My dear gods, that is one long entry.
* All my Canada-livin' friends? Allow me to gloat.
** The kind that leaves you whimpering on the bathroom floor.
*** A Johnny Depp ad lib, as was the whole eunouch-gag and the "Monkey!" shout in the ship battle.
**** "Howdy partner" with a heavy Hindi accent.
...actually there's still the applications, "I'm so great, pick me please" essays, passport's to renew, winter clothes to get out so I don't freeze to death in the balmy 18 degrees* we got here.
We had to be at the exam place at 8:30 for a theoretical 9 am start which turned into a 9:40 am start. Yay for Spain being on bloody time. Exam went well, I read every question, answered almost all of them, guessed a few, had a few "WTF?!" moments, like with the El Nino question. Alas, the last half hour of the exam was barely overcome as I was hit by exhaustion, hunger, and the beginnings of Evil Cramps**. Still, I finished alright, got home around 1 pm. I managed to become a fully functional human being around 2:30. Four Advils, dude, and they did nothing but swim around in my bloodstream, pointing and laughing at all the little pain signals, singing loud "lalala" songs, the bastards. I've heard muscle relaxants are good for ze pain, ya? Honestly, sometimes I wish morphine was an over-the-counter drug...
When I wasn't studying, or trying to study, I watched movies and Queer as Folk. For example, I watched The Fast and The Furious, squeeling with glee at recognizing Lost's Anna Lucia and Angel's Russel in 1x01. Vin, once again, demonstrated that he can bellow like no one else can, and look hot doing it.
I watched A Good Year, where Russel Crowe is adorably bumbly and silly. Though I was a bit disapointed that they took out the cool bit of the bit from Peter Mayle's book(otherwise known as the plot), which included ex-businessmen pretending to be monks who harvest wine. Although Max's secretary was cool. Very.
There was a repeat viewing of the awesome film 28 Days Later the DVD of which, disapointly enough, didn't have the alternative ending anywhere. I still feel the need to yell at the Greenpeace-y guys for being remarkably stupid when dealing with the chimps. Even if they weren't infected with raaaaaage, you really shouldn't consider manhandling adult chimps out of a lab. Standing in front of the cage when you open it for a seriously pissed of adult chimp is suicidal.
I'm always amazed at how radiaclly the main actor changes from "blah" (looking remarkably like a guy I knew in University Rez, who called himself "Argh" - no joke) to "omghotsexythang". Evidence? Not hot thing. Hot thing.
Which reminds me of the list I once made, after reading Stephen King's Cell, about what you should be wearing (and not wearing) when the zombiepocalyse came. They include 1) ankle-high boots, preferably combat and steel-toed, or at least sneakers, 2) jeans, 3) hoodie with deep pockets, 4) belt. You might want to start carrying alighter, even if you're not a smoker.
What not to wear: dangly earings, necklaces, rings, glasses (although by all means, carry them in your pocket, in their protective case).
Also? This needs to be an icon. Or a shirt, as I've been tempted with way too many icons. At the very least, a little pin...
Then there's been the repeated viewings of Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl. It's just wonderful. In some bits I keep thinking about Kit: her lovely imitation of the Governor's finger-pointing and shadow-boxing at the end, the "from my back" line*** and others. The rum line will never not be funny and the music is fantastic.
I listened to the commentaries of the director Gore something and Johnny Depp. It was horrifyingly difficult sometimes to distinguish who was who, despite Depp's sexy (smoker's) voice.
Why yes, I am a bit taken with him. I believe the phrase "Johnny Depp (chocolate) sauce" arose as a result of PotC viewing. I can't remember what we did with Orlando. Was he sauce? There was more to that joke, I know there was... PS: http://johnny-depp.org/
I also watched the cut-scenes, and absolutely love two in particular. One's when Elizabeth and Sparrow are on the island ("Petit Tabac" in real life), and Elizabeth asks if there was any truth to the other stories she'd heard about him. Sparrow looks at her incredibly serious, repeating, "The truth?" Then the camera pans down as he shows his left forearm: pirate "P" brand and tatto, then his left arm: ghastly scar, then back to Sparrow as he bares his left chest to show two bullet wounds. Then, still so serious it makes my heart break, he says, "No truth at all."
The other cut-scene is plain silly fun ad lib on Johnny's part. You know where Sparrow's dealing with the pirates near the end of the movie in their cave, and when one curses whoever it was who invented "parler", he says, "That would be the French"? There was so much more. Cut lines in bold.
Jack Sparrow: Parleley, parlelellyleloooo, par le nee, partner, par... snip, parsley... Pardna. Howdipadna, howdipadna.****
Ragetti: Parley?
Jack Sparrow: That's the one. Parley. Parley.
Pintel: Parley? Damn to the depths whatever man what thought of "Parley".
Jack Sparrow: That would be the French.
Except in the cut scene he just say's "French" and continues with:
Sparrow: Latin-based. Inventors of mayonaise.
Pintel: I like mayonaise.
Sparrow: Shame about the French, really. Obsessed with raisins. Humiliated grapes, really. (Makes slow curling/grasping motion in the air.) Think about it. Lovely singing voices. Eunouch's, all of them.
Pintel: I dated a eunouch once.
The first review on imbd is quite well-written.
Squee at the 2007 movie PotC: At World's End: note the serious lack of Cpt. Sparrow in the plot line.
Read a short article about Gay Animals comming out in Oslo exhibition.
I've been wracking my brains over what Josie's beau in Universitay was called, and all I got is that it wasn't Ethan (...or was it?), Elton, or Eric. Gr.
ETA: My dear gods, that is one long entry.
* All my Canada-livin' friends? Allow me to gloat.
** The kind that leaves you whimpering on the bathroom floor.
*** A Johnny Depp ad lib, as was the whole eunouch-gag and the "Monkey!" shout in the ship battle.
**** "Howdy partner" with a heavy Hindi accent.
