Happy Thursday! I had a whole opening paragraph already thought out, but I forgot it. I think it went something like this: You know when you have those really cool dreams that you know will make terrific stories, but when you wake up you're all, "wow, I musta been on the good crack?" I had one of those, but the more I think about it in my waking hours, the more and more I think it could be a really good disaster/horror movie. Huh!
I've been having these really solid dreams this week, full of narrative value. Not like the weird dreams I had last year where the characters were very detailed, these ones are plot-heavy. Some parts, I dream dually in images and prose. Like this one, I remember very clearly:
Setting: somewhere on the Battlestar Galactica. They need to find a new planet to live on. Starbuck, for some reason, is heading the charge. She, and a few nameless others (and Apollo, who is named) have gathered near a locked door leading to a room full of secret nav charts or some such clues. The hierarchy would have them leave it, but Starbuck is persevering. She makes an impassioned argument for bucking authority and getting in that room. The group, not entirely loyal to one side or the other, is silent.
Suddenly, the security person who my mind labels as Racetrack but my intellect tells me is no such person, drops the keys to the door on the deck. "I've got you halfway there," she says, referring to the keys. The other half is deciding whether or not to use them.
Apollo leaps up (they're all sitting on these ephemeral stairwells built into the surrounding hallway) and snatches the keys before anyone else can. "Let's think about this," he says, "Before we start thinking about new planets, we have to remember New Caprica. (and this part happened visually and also in text, so I know this is actually what he said:) Before it went to s*** six ways from Sunday, we had some good times down there," he said, and didn't look at her [Starbuck]. And then it went back to movie town and there was a shot of Starbuck regarding him thoughtfully. What good times were had, and why didn't he look at Starbuck?? You just have to watch season three.
Later, it turned militaristic, and nonsense happened. A spearman was trying to train these native...creatures into an army, but they were divided into three ranks. The highest ones were most competent, and they worked for "vetnies" which were very expensive. The middle ones wanted "vinties," and the third group wanted "vetties." Don't ask me what those are, they were just very specific about it.
Lastly, there was a part where Sylar himself showed up and offered his services to the people in charge. He was all, "I know people think I'm evil, but I can really help you guys out." He was also late season-one Sylar, in the cool hoodie jacket combo and good hair. It was nice to see some NBC-Universal solidarity to the dream saga, as well.
Speaking of, both the OFFICE and 30 ROCK were old tonight, for no apparent reason. Disappointment! But everything starts back up next week, so I'll just have to wait. [Side note. Last night I chatted with Zachary Levi about things we have in common--Blockbuster, my brother. Who knew? He's very polite and a swell speller. I'm totally also tagging him in this as soon as it gets imported to Facebook.] Have to work tomorrow night, so I'll have to catch BSG Saturday online. Also next week.
So today was mostly an ABC day, since I rented season two of UGLY BETTY and me and my mom started that today. And since I worked last night, I still have to catch up on LOST.
Well so this turned into a tv Thursday. That's fine by me. I wish I had had more tv instruction included in my film education. These days, the idea of sitting down and watching a movie for an hour and a half seems so unwieldy. Yet, I'll go right ahead and watch disc after disc of whatever show I have on hand. I think I mentally psyche myself out for the journey of meeting characters, investing in characters, and saying goodbye to them in a typical movie setting. In television, if you're lucky, you don't have to say goodbye for a long long time. And that's why television is the place for me.
btw, UGLY BETTY is very worthwhile. There's been more than a couple jokes that have had me laughing through the entirety of the following scene. It also suckerpunches you in the gut when it comes to unexpected emotional impact. Season one finale anyone? I give it a thumbs up (but not a fake one).
Okay, sorry for blathering about tv this whole time. And crazy dream ramblings! Gosh, what was that all about. Just trying to keep things interesting.
Who wants tags?? Megan, Brianna, Beth, Sam, Carolyn, Jake! Michelle. Cathy? Jennifer! And Jacqi. Ummm and other Zack.
-Stephanie
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Coming up with a new title every week is harder than you might imagine
Happy Thursday! A hearty Happy Thursday to each one of my Thursday friends, individually. You can pay me later.
These weeks are very similar to each other. I guess it was last Friday that I finished up the last of BSG that I hadn't seen, all set in time for the season premiere that night. Since then I've re-seen season three and half of 4.0, with my mom. As of this evening she's all caught up to watch tomorrow's new episode. I've also seen every additional video on the scifi.com page and read a healthy dose of fic. Will I write my own? Nah. Oh wait, I already did. Oops.
So that's the drill. Pack in BSG around work, like sea-damp sand around rocks. To build a strong base for the sand castle. Work is the foundation upon which I build my castle of BSG. That's actually kind of accurate. I don't know what I'm gonna do when I get a real job and have to give up my free rentals. That's like an extra hundred bucks a month in perks.
There aren't any other memories strong enough to ascend from the blurry soup that is my visualization of this last week. And the memories themselves are supposed to look like withered translucent specters with empty eyes and hooked claw-hands and bodies that fade to shreds of ectoplasm that whip around like the torn ends of some ancient ballgown. And the soup is swirling, a blur of course, made up of the composite goo from which these ghouls tear free. There are, in an inexplicable yet necessary manner, giant hunks of potato mixed throughout.
If I focus really hard, I get images of going for walks. Ah. Day before last was a lovely summer day, and I went out to some thrift stores and ended up at Old Navy. Oh well. Thrifting because there are two within walking distance and I needed a destination, and also because I'm getting a head start on when I go to Comic Con this summer and cosplay a Viper pilot. Believe it.
And today it was post-rainy, and I went down to the bank to deposit my checks I finally picked up. I also listened to some podcasts on screenwriting, which I believe I've mentioned before. They are like mini classes, but free and entertaining. And then today I was going to watch some scary movies in the middle of the day, but I got distracted and ended up playing Oblivion for the rest of the day. Oh well, there's always tomorrow.
I still have to watch LOST tonight!!! Stupid thing about work is that now they've started scheduling me in the nights, right over pretty much every tv I watch. Which wasn't a problem over the hiatus, but now I'm feeling myself lucky to get off work tomorrow at 9:30 and get home to watch BSG at 10.
I also spent a good portion of some days.....yesterday and today? Day before last and yesterday? playing The Movies! a PC game my brother got me for Christmas. It's like the Sims but you have to run a movie studio to glory. It's all kinds of addictive. And they make some pretty ridiculous movies, and you can share them online. It oddly felt like something I should be doing, to further my career.
I would impart another writing-based musing for this week, but I don't think that sort of thing is really targeting my audience. Also because the one I've been thinking about is long and turns out to be a question that I don't think you can answer. It has to do with forming a premise (as defined by Lajos Egri), and what that means in a multi-story format like television. What I really need are books on writing for television. There's so much I don't know.
OH. OFFICE was random tonight, but I liked 30 ROCK. I like what the latter does in the area of human moments that aren't raucous or strange--just poignant. I mean, within context. Liz saying to Jack, "uh doi" isn't poignant at all, but this show finds the way to make it that way. The OFFICE debate plot I found adorable but distant. Like a poor man's "Office Olympics" which managed to be 4/5s random hilarity and 1/5 pure heart, which was something tonight's episode didn't quite reach.
I'm out. The Island is waiting for me.
-Steph
These weeks are very similar to each other. I guess it was last Friday that I finished up the last of BSG that I hadn't seen, all set in time for the season premiere that night. Since then I've re-seen season three and half of 4.0, with my mom. As of this evening she's all caught up to watch tomorrow's new episode. I've also seen every additional video on the scifi.com page and read a healthy dose of fic. Will I write my own? Nah. Oh wait, I already did. Oops.
So that's the drill. Pack in BSG around work, like sea-damp sand around rocks. To build a strong base for the sand castle. Work is the foundation upon which I build my castle of BSG. That's actually kind of accurate. I don't know what I'm gonna do when I get a real job and have to give up my free rentals. That's like an extra hundred bucks a month in perks.
There aren't any other memories strong enough to ascend from the blurry soup that is my visualization of this last week. And the memories themselves are supposed to look like withered translucent specters with empty eyes and hooked claw-hands and bodies that fade to shreds of ectoplasm that whip around like the torn ends of some ancient ballgown. And the soup is swirling, a blur of course, made up of the composite goo from which these ghouls tear free. There are, in an inexplicable yet necessary manner, giant hunks of potato mixed throughout.
If I focus really hard, I get images of going for walks. Ah. Day before last was a lovely summer day, and I went out to some thrift stores and ended up at Old Navy. Oh well. Thrifting because there are two within walking distance and I needed a destination, and also because I'm getting a head start on when I go to Comic Con this summer and cosplay a Viper pilot. Believe it.
And today it was post-rainy, and I went down to the bank to deposit my checks I finally picked up. I also listened to some podcasts on screenwriting, which I believe I've mentioned before. They are like mini classes, but free and entertaining. And then today I was going to watch some scary movies in the middle of the day, but I got distracted and ended up playing Oblivion for the rest of the day. Oh well, there's always tomorrow.
I still have to watch LOST tonight!!! Stupid thing about work is that now they've started scheduling me in the nights, right over pretty much every tv I watch. Which wasn't a problem over the hiatus, but now I'm feeling myself lucky to get off work tomorrow at 9:30 and get home to watch BSG at 10.
I also spent a good portion of some days.....yesterday and today? Day before last and yesterday? playing The Movies! a PC game my brother got me for Christmas. It's like the Sims but you have to run a movie studio to glory. It's all kinds of addictive. And they make some pretty ridiculous movies, and you can share them online. It oddly felt like something I should be doing, to further my career.
I would impart another writing-based musing for this week, but I don't think that sort of thing is really targeting my audience. Also because the one I've been thinking about is long and turns out to be a question that I don't think you can answer. It has to do with forming a premise (as defined by Lajos Egri), and what that means in a multi-story format like television. What I really need are books on writing for television. There's so much I don't know.
OH. OFFICE was random tonight, but I liked 30 ROCK. I like what the latter does in the area of human moments that aren't raucous or strange--just poignant. I mean, within context. Liz saying to Jack, "uh doi" isn't poignant at all, but this show finds the way to make it that way. The OFFICE debate plot I found adorable but distant. Like a poor man's "Office Olympics" which managed to be 4/5s random hilarity and 1/5 pure heart, which was something tonight's episode didn't quite reach.
I'm out. The Island is waiting for me.
-Steph
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Jump
Happy Thursday! In good ol' So Cal, it's summer again! I couldn't be happier. Could do with a bit less wind, but I'll take what I can get. Although it may rain again soon. Ohs well.
The week rundown is still pretty sparse, containing (as you might expect) predominantly BSG and work. But there were at least a few diversions that I can mention.
Last Saturday, me and Carolyn went to the LA zoo. I hadn't been there since like fourth grade, so it was new to me. She had a zoo class a while ago, so she was super knowledgeable. It was a nice day, at the start of this warm period. We walked and walked and walked all the day long. We saw many many animals, also some non-animals, and animals we could see in our own back yard (like the alligator and the monkeyowl).
My favorites were the forest god and the wolf and the cat otter and possibly the prairie dogs. I have pictures, but they're still on my camera (along with stuff from months ago when my computer was dead). You can see hers, though, on Facebook. Where things might start to look like goats, deer, and fossa instead of the items listed above. Well, I don't remember what the wolf actually was. Looked like a wolf to me.
There were also tigers! Which are great. And a creepy man in barbershop quartet attire and a cup of liquor wandering about with his cane. Got some pictures of him, too. My least favorite were the alien deer.
And then we used my FORMIDABLE knowledge of LA roadways (in addition to helpful street signs) and made it to downtown and went to the Famima!! we discovered during the AX. Parking was too expensive, and there's a lot of one-way streets. But it was fun. Not too many people in the world can just go to LA and hang out for a day.
And then I think on Sunday me and the folks tripped up to Ojai and looked at antiques and bought overly expensive hippie food and ate it in the park next to hippie drummers. My favorite thing about the antiques was the box of old photos. There was one that opened up and inside there was a picture of a nice-looking young man, possibly a red-head. The inscription read, "To keep reminding you of that tanker full of martinis. Dan." I almost bought it.
On the trip I also listened to some podcasts about screenwriting, so it was fun. The organic store also sold weird non-soda soda, and there was such a thing as "Dr. Becker" with like four ingredients, which was probably one of the best Dr Peppers I've ever had. And for 89 cents!
And literally other than that up until today, I've either been watching BSG or at work. In order to catch up before the new season airs tomorrow, I ended up renting nine dvds on Tuesday, from two different stores. (Razor and season three discs 2-5 for free at my store, season three discs 1 and 6 and season four discs 1&2 and 3 from the other store--cost me $10.06 altogether. I love working the system) Aaaaaaaand as of now I've watched every episode on all those dvds. Just got three episodes left in season 4.0, but those are online. And I have until 9 PM tomorrow to fully catch up. I can do it!
So today I broke out of my entrenchment and went to Carolyn's house for some socializing. We looked at her new hamster and then hung out in the park after dark. But when we returned, I was informed that the OFFICE and 30 ROCK were in fact new tonight, so I abandoned her and jetted home literally in time to turn on the tv and start watching. Neither episode was bad, but neither really hit home for me. I think BSG may have spoiled me for any other narrative entertainment.
Season three of BATTLESTAR GALACTICA has turned my world upside down. I remember at the end of season one, lamenting the changes I knew to be upcoming, hoping I wouldn't look back at the initial season with a melancholy nostalgia. And I started two, in season 2.0 and 2.5, and don't even get me started on Razor (inauthentic and irrelevant, I wish I hadn't watched it). Season two was that "worst-case scenario" that I'd seen in my past that made me not want to watch the show. The oppressive darkness that I once used as a comparison for that future episode of HEROES, where I said that HEROES jumped to that dark place with a hope that it could be avoided, where for BSG that's just all it is. (I admit to not having enough information to make a statement like that)
But season three? Turned back my way. Of course better than season two, and, shockingly, much better than season one. Better, I dare proclaim, than pretty much anything I've ever seen. Different than season one, of course. But different in a this-is-what-must-come, a natural progression and a necessary evolution. Which is thematic on so many levels. I'm one who tends to grab a hold of something and not let it go, like a brilliant season one, but in this matter I have no choice but to succumb to the unrelenting poetry and vision of this show as it barrels onward and upward.
I learned in sci-fi class that the point or trend in great science fiction is the way it tackles contemporary issues in the safe arena of someone else's circumstance. BSG hits hard on so many things, unconditional love, the nature of identity (personal and cultural), the relativity of good and evil actions--what it means to stand for what you believe in, the idea that surviving at all costs may be a flawed articulation. What does it mean to love someone when they suddenly turn out to be something you hate? How do you justify the crimes of some and judge the same of others? What does it mean to fight for survival if in the process you become unworthy of success?
Guys, I love pure entertainment, I love the ridiculous and the inconsequential. But I think, at this point in time, this sort of transcendent program is what I want to focus on. I think that there's a place for both, both entertainment for entertainment's sake as well as three dimensional narratives that push the envelope of human conscience.
That's why I get so distressed when inane questions or interruptions distract me while I'm watching this show. I'm not watching it to pass the time. This is not a show to me. This is an experience. And it's one I wish more people would give a chance.
-Stephanie
The week rundown is still pretty sparse, containing (as you might expect) predominantly BSG and work. But there were at least a few diversions that I can mention.
Last Saturday, me and Carolyn went to the LA zoo. I hadn't been there since like fourth grade, so it was new to me. She had a zoo class a while ago, so she was super knowledgeable. It was a nice day, at the start of this warm period. We walked and walked and walked all the day long. We saw many many animals, also some non-animals, and animals we could see in our own back yard (like the alligator and the monkeyowl).
My favorites were the forest god and the wolf and the cat otter and possibly the prairie dogs. I have pictures, but they're still on my camera (along with stuff from months ago when my computer was dead). You can see hers, though, on Facebook. Where things might start to look like goats, deer, and fossa instead of the items listed above. Well, I don't remember what the wolf actually was. Looked like a wolf to me.
There were also tigers! Which are great. And a creepy man in barbershop quartet attire and a cup of liquor wandering about with his cane. Got some pictures of him, too. My least favorite were the alien deer.
And then we used my FORMIDABLE knowledge of LA roadways (in addition to helpful street signs) and made it to downtown and went to the Famima!! we discovered during the AX. Parking was too expensive, and there's a lot of one-way streets. But it was fun. Not too many people in the world can just go to LA and hang out for a day.
And then I think on Sunday me and the folks tripped up to Ojai and looked at antiques and bought overly expensive hippie food and ate it in the park next to hippie drummers. My favorite thing about the antiques was the box of old photos. There was one that opened up and inside there was a picture of a nice-looking young man, possibly a red-head. The inscription read, "To keep reminding you of that tanker full of martinis. Dan." I almost bought it.
On the trip I also listened to some podcasts about screenwriting, so it was fun. The organic store also sold weird non-soda soda, and there was such a thing as "Dr. Becker" with like four ingredients, which was probably one of the best Dr Peppers I've ever had. And for 89 cents!
And literally other than that up until today, I've either been watching BSG or at work. In order to catch up before the new season airs tomorrow, I ended up renting nine dvds on Tuesday, from two different stores. (Razor and season three discs 2-5 for free at my store, season three discs 1 and 6 and season four discs 1&2 and 3 from the other store--cost me $10.06 altogether. I love working the system) Aaaaaaaand as of now I've watched every episode on all those dvds. Just got three episodes left in season 4.0, but those are online. And I have until 9 PM tomorrow to fully catch up. I can do it!
So today I broke out of my entrenchment and went to Carolyn's house for some socializing. We looked at her new hamster and then hung out in the park after dark. But when we returned, I was informed that the OFFICE and 30 ROCK were in fact new tonight, so I abandoned her and jetted home literally in time to turn on the tv and start watching. Neither episode was bad, but neither really hit home for me. I think BSG may have spoiled me for any other narrative entertainment.
Season three of BATTLESTAR GALACTICA has turned my world upside down. I remember at the end of season one, lamenting the changes I knew to be upcoming, hoping I wouldn't look back at the initial season with a melancholy nostalgia. And I started two, in season 2.0 and 2.5, and don't even get me started on Razor (inauthentic and irrelevant, I wish I hadn't watched it). Season two was that "worst-case scenario" that I'd seen in my past that made me not want to watch the show. The oppressive darkness that I once used as a comparison for that future episode of HEROES, where I said that HEROES jumped to that dark place with a hope that it could be avoided, where for BSG that's just all it is. (I admit to not having enough information to make a statement like that)
But season three? Turned back my way. Of course better than season two, and, shockingly, much better than season one. Better, I dare proclaim, than pretty much anything I've ever seen. Different than season one, of course. But different in a this-is-what-must-come, a natural progression and a necessary evolution. Which is thematic on so many levels. I'm one who tends to grab a hold of something and not let it go, like a brilliant season one, but in this matter I have no choice but to succumb to the unrelenting poetry and vision of this show as it barrels onward and upward.
I learned in sci-fi class that the point or trend in great science fiction is the way it tackles contemporary issues in the safe arena of someone else's circumstance. BSG hits hard on so many things, unconditional love, the nature of identity (personal and cultural), the relativity of good and evil actions--what it means to stand for what you believe in, the idea that surviving at all costs may be a flawed articulation. What does it mean to love someone when they suddenly turn out to be something you hate? How do you justify the crimes of some and judge the same of others? What does it mean to fight for survival if in the process you become unworthy of success?
Guys, I love pure entertainment, I love the ridiculous and the inconsequential. But I think, at this point in time, this sort of transcendent program is what I want to focus on. I think that there's a place for both, both entertainment for entertainment's sake as well as three dimensional narratives that push the envelope of human conscience.
That's why I get so distressed when inane questions or interruptions distract me while I'm watching this show. I'm not watching it to pass the time. This is not a show to me. This is an experience. And it's one I wish more people would give a chance.
-Stephanie
Thursday, January 08, 2009
A Burbank Day
Happy Thursday! Try saying "Blurblank." It's fun. So driving on unfamiliar freeways and streets is, um, great. I didn't crash. I didn't run any lights that mattered. I only thought we were going north when we were going east once.
So pretty much the only thing I did this week was play Oblivion and watch BSG. Finished season one of PUSHING DAISIES and got halfway through UGLY BETTY. Started re-reading Lajos Egri's The Art of Dramatic Writing.
Let's talk today about qualifying value in narrative entertainment. We've previously discussed how I used to be pretty narrow in terms of It's Good or It's Bad. Recently, I've developed the It's Poorly Made and I Hate it to It's Well Made and I Love it spectrum (where you can like something even though it's "bad" and hate something that wins awards).
My current system allows for relativity of taste, accounts for the viewer's emotional response separate from the critical one. But I've been wondering, why is it that I'll hate something, and quote the reason as being "because it's awful," while at the same time I can love something that has the same faults. (e.g. hate 21 for it's flawed script and poor acting, and love HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL despite of those complaints.)
I used to say that the first thing I looked for in a narrative was the writing. The story, and also how it was written (which are actually two different things). Then I went to character (which to me are a subset of the writing), and then acting and then cinematography and so on. So that I could appreciate the art behind the cinematography and acting of THE ASSASSINATION OF JESSE JAMES, but since the story didn't interest me, I can't claim to love it.
In Sound Design, of all places, he presented us with a new hierarchy of values. I don't remember them because that class was dumb, but I do know that it started with Emotion. I remember because I immediately fought that and said that the number one value was the writing.
But now I see that he was right. In watching BSG, I've come to absolutely realize that it is emotional response that drives my commitment to the show. Every other episode literally tears me up, which is saying a lot. I feel very deeply about the fate of the characters, to the point where I don't notice the writing or the story or the characters or the acting or the cinematography. If the scene is sad, then I'm sad. If it's bittersweet, then I feel bittersweet. If it's exultant, I am exultant. If it's not an emotion-driven scene, then I'm simply interested, which I dare to qualify as an emotion.
I like HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL because it makes me feel something. I like any number of poorly made or ridiculous or pointless things because there's a spark of something in them that I care about. And while I can intellectually look at things like NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN and understand why they win awards, I can honestly tell you that I don't like the movie because there's nothing there that makes me care.
So I think emotion is the most important. What I need to do is write things that I find emotionally important, and hope there's an audience out there who feels the same. And I won't hold grudges against those who don't care, because everyone has different tastes. It's a matching game. And please don't hold it against me when I fawn over something you don't understand. I'll try not to hold it against you, either.
-Stephanie
So pretty much the only thing I did this week was play Oblivion and watch BSG. Finished season one of PUSHING DAISIES and got halfway through UGLY BETTY. Started re-reading Lajos Egri's The Art of Dramatic Writing.
Let's talk today about qualifying value in narrative entertainment. We've previously discussed how I used to be pretty narrow in terms of It's Good or It's Bad. Recently, I've developed the It's Poorly Made and I Hate it to It's Well Made and I Love it spectrum (where you can like something even though it's "bad" and hate something that wins awards).
My current system allows for relativity of taste, accounts for the viewer's emotional response separate from the critical one. But I've been wondering, why is it that I'll hate something, and quote the reason as being "because it's awful," while at the same time I can love something that has the same faults. (e.g. hate 21 for it's flawed script and poor acting, and love HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL despite of those complaints.)
I used to say that the first thing I looked for in a narrative was the writing. The story, and also how it was written (which are actually two different things). Then I went to character (which to me are a subset of the writing), and then acting and then cinematography and so on. So that I could appreciate the art behind the cinematography and acting of THE ASSASSINATION OF JESSE JAMES, but since the story didn't interest me, I can't claim to love it.
In Sound Design, of all places, he presented us with a new hierarchy of values. I don't remember them because that class was dumb, but I do know that it started with Emotion. I remember because I immediately fought that and said that the number one value was the writing.
But now I see that he was right. In watching BSG, I've come to absolutely realize that it is emotional response that drives my commitment to the show. Every other episode literally tears me up, which is saying a lot. I feel very deeply about the fate of the characters, to the point where I don't notice the writing or the story or the characters or the acting or the cinematography. If the scene is sad, then I'm sad. If it's bittersweet, then I feel bittersweet. If it's exultant, I am exultant. If it's not an emotion-driven scene, then I'm simply interested, which I dare to qualify as an emotion.
I like HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL because it makes me feel something. I like any number of poorly made or ridiculous or pointless things because there's a spark of something in them that I care about. And while I can intellectually look at things like NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN and understand why they win awards, I can honestly tell you that I don't like the movie because there's nothing there that makes me care.
So I think emotion is the most important. What I need to do is write things that I find emotionally important, and hope there's an audience out there who feels the same. And I won't hold grudges against those who don't care, because everyone has different tastes. It's a matching game. And please don't hold it against me when I fawn over something you don't understand. I'll try not to hold it against you, either.
-Stephanie
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Introducing the Year of Thursday
Happy Thursday! Secondarily, happy 2009! 2009 will be the Year of Thursday, it starts and ends on a Thursday, and I already looked and there are three Blackjack Thursdays. Each Thursday this year will be even more glorious than the last.
Ohhh now I don't know what to write. Oblivion. That is the game that will take me to my grave. Or something. So many options! I've logged three days into that game and I haven't even finished exploring the first city yet. Fought some wolves. Gonna join the Thieves Guild. I'm a Journeyman at Acrobatics and Sneak.
Blockbuster yesterday was time and a half, and I even sold a Rewards, while Larry was standing right there, no less. He said it was worth the three hours he spent fighting the system to transfer me. So hooray!
So at Playstation Home, which is like an online fake sims game on the PS3 which is less like a sims game and more like a glorified chat room, you can customize a full-person avatar and have them run around and go bowling and what have you. I befriended Carolyn over the interwaves and we celebrated the new year with a dance party in a courtyard. We tried to make friends, but no one cared for our dance party. It was fun. My computer keyboard plugs right into the front of the PS3 and we were chatting away until two in the morning. Yay!
So today I woke up super late, and we went out to lunchish at this restaurant on the pier, and it was crazy foggy and great. Also cold, but whatever. I started formulating some kind of story about a fog-draped village with a lighthouse and crusty mariners.
Then I went to Carolyn's and watched/helped set up her surround sound, and then we watched THE FIFTH ELEMENT on blu-ray. Very sharp. But that movie is just not as old as I thought it was. Then we watched a hecka lot of MYTHBUSTERS, but there were several wonderful explosions and launching of flaming items.
So. BSG. BATTLESTAR GALACTICA, but from now on I'll be calling it BSG. Kinda amazing. Kinda I regret judging it previously in my life. Makes me laugh, makes me tear up, makes me seriously think about story structure. I never in a million years expected to like it as much as I do, not to mention the majority of its characters. Five episodes away from finishing season one. I look forward to it.
PUSHING DAISIES. Solid. I'm still not in love with it, but it does make me laugh. I like Ned and Olive and the other two are okay.
UGLY BETTY. Disc one was not as good as other episodes I've seen, so maybe they work up to that. Not bad by any means, but it wasn't as snappy as I was expecting it to be. Much more heartfelt, though. I love that her boss is just as much the underdog as she is, having him go from villain to sidekick (metaphorically) in one episode was sort of great. I was under the impression, though, that the other assistant was on her side, so maybe times will change, or I just read that random episode wrong. We'll see.
THE FALL. Movie. Starring Lee Pace and a Romanian girl. Go see it. It's on the new release wall still. Just see it. Please.
Okay, I'm outs, gotta get in my Oblivion quota for the day. Next week: job hunt begins.
Later on,
-Stephanie
Ohhh now I don't know what to write. Oblivion. That is the game that will take me to my grave. Or something. So many options! I've logged three days into that game and I haven't even finished exploring the first city yet. Fought some wolves. Gonna join the Thieves Guild. I'm a Journeyman at Acrobatics and Sneak.
Blockbuster yesterday was time and a half, and I even sold a Rewards, while Larry was standing right there, no less. He said it was worth the three hours he spent fighting the system to transfer me. So hooray!
So at Playstation Home, which is like an online fake sims game on the PS3 which is less like a sims game and more like a glorified chat room, you can customize a full-person avatar and have them run around and go bowling and what have you. I befriended Carolyn over the interwaves and we celebrated the new year with a dance party in a courtyard. We tried to make friends, but no one cared for our dance party. It was fun. My computer keyboard plugs right into the front of the PS3 and we were chatting away until two in the morning. Yay!
So today I woke up super late, and we went out to lunchish at this restaurant on the pier, and it was crazy foggy and great. Also cold, but whatever. I started formulating some kind of story about a fog-draped village with a lighthouse and crusty mariners.
Then I went to Carolyn's and watched/helped set up her surround sound, and then we watched THE FIFTH ELEMENT on blu-ray. Very sharp. But that movie is just not as old as I thought it was. Then we watched a hecka lot of MYTHBUSTERS, but there were several wonderful explosions and launching of flaming items.
So. BSG. BATTLESTAR GALACTICA, but from now on I'll be calling it BSG. Kinda amazing. Kinda I regret judging it previously in my life. Makes me laugh, makes me tear up, makes me seriously think about story structure. I never in a million years expected to like it as much as I do, not to mention the majority of its characters. Five episodes away from finishing season one. I look forward to it.
PUSHING DAISIES. Solid. I'm still not in love with it, but it does make me laugh. I like Ned and Olive and the other two are okay.
UGLY BETTY. Disc one was not as good as other episodes I've seen, so maybe they work up to that. Not bad by any means, but it wasn't as snappy as I was expecting it to be. Much more heartfelt, though. I love that her boss is just as much the underdog as she is, having him go from villain to sidekick (metaphorically) in one episode was sort of great. I was under the impression, though, that the other assistant was on her side, so maybe times will change, or I just read that random episode wrong. We'll see.
THE FALL. Movie. Starring Lee Pace and a Romanian girl. Go see it. It's on the new release wall still. Just see it. Please.
Okay, I'm outs, gotta get in my Oblivion quota for the day. Next week: job hunt begins.
Later on,
-Stephanie
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