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liptonrm_backupWhat the hell? America's Next Top Model is not supposed to make me cry. And yet, it did. Shut up! You can't prove anything! The only one who saw those tears was the Pup and you won't get anything out of him!
Stupid hormones.
My Cafepress goodies came today. Yay! I got a bumper sticker and some magnets and a t-shirt that I had to put on right away. And the hardcover copy of Kay's The Darkest Road also showed up. I've been rereading the Fionavar Tapestry and by some strange tragedy my old copy had somehow disappeared into the aether. That's okay, it was so beat up it was about to fall apart anyway. Looking forward to another good cry once I get to the end of that one.
The mail has been so good to me today. Life is pretty okay. Except for the headache. Like it isn't enough that the weather is going from 70F to 40F but the pressure change just has to give me a sinus headache. Thank goodness I always have a lot of drugs laying around for just such an occasion. Medication is our friend. =D
I have a feeling that I should start watching Jericho more (as in, at all). I was excited in the beginning but the early execution left me a little flat. Now I see they're doing some fun stuff that I highly approve of. We'll see, the SPN tunnel-vision is kind of overwhelming. And scary.
I enjoyed this week's Battlestar Galactica. Finally we're getting the Lee that we saw way back in season one, the idealistic crusader. What a relief. I have been so tired of the way they've used the character since then that I was kind of starting to hate him and that's no fun. All of my hate for a character on that show needs to only be directed at Gaius Baltar. I want him dead like no one's business.
Going to Clem's Comic Book Shop to pick up the Buffy season 8 comic tomorrow. It is both appropriate that I'm going to Clem's to buy it and a little intimidating. I've been avoiding the shop because I'm sure there'll be a salesguy there like Jack Black in High Fidelity who will mock me for not reading the right comic books. Bleh.
Oh, that's right, I wanted to talk about the gloriously stupid things people do in movies.
This week Glory was on TV and I love that movie so I stopped to watch it, even though I own it. Last week Elizabeth was on and I watched that and told myself, for the ten millionth time, that I need to buy it. The thing is that as much as I love these movies and love the way they end (and cry buckets of tears at the end of Glory) I have a hard time watching the beginnings because the characters do such stupid things. And it's not that the actions are stupid in a grand sense and destroy everyting but rather it's the very mundane nature of their stupidity, the very real humanity of not always making the exactly right choices, that makes it hard for me to watch.
It's fascinating how similar the two main POV characters (Colonel Shaw and Elizabeth) are. They're both thrown into situations that they have no idea how to competently handle. They both have the best of intentions but find themselves listening to the wrong advice or tradition at a critical time. It's hard to watch because I can see the potential for greatness right there near the surface but their own human fallibility is getting in the way.
But, yet, the real story begins to emerge. The characters begin to evolve. Some innocence is lost as the cruel facts of their situations are revealed and they begin to grow into the roles they've been assigned. They learn to trust themselves, to trust the right people and the right voices and suddenly, instead of cringing I begin to cheer for the way that people can overcome their inherent weaknesses. Elizabeth becomes the queen who would lead England to preeminence and prestige; Shaw becomes the sort of leader who is capable of leading his men willingly to their deaths.
Do I have greatness inside of me? Do you? I don't know and sometimes I don't want to know; the things you have to do, the sacrifices you have to make to discover that greatness are overwhelming and terrifying. But there is the hope that notwithstanding the stupid, human, fallible things I do I can still overcome them, I can become a better person. So I'll watch those movies with the beginnings that make me cringe with their all too familiar scenarios and marvel at the way good lives can blossom into great ones.
There's glory in humanity, if we have eyes to see it.
There's some thunder rumbling in the distance. The Pup will not be amused.
Stupid hormones.
My Cafepress goodies came today. Yay! I got a bumper sticker and some magnets and a t-shirt that I had to put on right away. And the hardcover copy of Kay's The Darkest Road also showed up. I've been rereading the Fionavar Tapestry and by some strange tragedy my old copy had somehow disappeared into the aether. That's okay, it was so beat up it was about to fall apart anyway. Looking forward to another good cry once I get to the end of that one.
The mail has been so good to me today. Life is pretty okay. Except for the headache. Like it isn't enough that the weather is going from 70F to 40F but the pressure change just has to give me a sinus headache. Thank goodness I always have a lot of drugs laying around for just such an occasion. Medication is our friend. =D
I have a feeling that I should start watching Jericho more (as in, at all). I was excited in the beginning but the early execution left me a little flat. Now I see they're doing some fun stuff that I highly approve of. We'll see, the SPN tunnel-vision is kind of overwhelming. And scary.
I enjoyed this week's Battlestar Galactica. Finally we're getting the Lee that we saw way back in season one, the idealistic crusader. What a relief. I have been so tired of the way they've used the character since then that I was kind of starting to hate him and that's no fun. All of my hate for a character on that show needs to only be directed at Gaius Baltar. I want him dead like no one's business.
Going to Clem's Comic Book Shop to pick up the Buffy season 8 comic tomorrow. It is both appropriate that I'm going to Clem's to buy it and a little intimidating. I've been avoiding the shop because I'm sure there'll be a salesguy there like Jack Black in High Fidelity who will mock me for not reading the right comic books. Bleh.
Oh, that's right, I wanted to talk about the gloriously stupid things people do in movies.
This week Glory was on TV and I love that movie so I stopped to watch it, even though I own it. Last week Elizabeth was on and I watched that and told myself, for the ten millionth time, that I need to buy it. The thing is that as much as I love these movies and love the way they end (and cry buckets of tears at the end of Glory) I have a hard time watching the beginnings because the characters do such stupid things. And it's not that the actions are stupid in a grand sense and destroy everyting but rather it's the very mundane nature of their stupidity, the very real humanity of not always making the exactly right choices, that makes it hard for me to watch.
It's fascinating how similar the two main POV characters (Colonel Shaw and Elizabeth) are. They're both thrown into situations that they have no idea how to competently handle. They both have the best of intentions but find themselves listening to the wrong advice or tradition at a critical time. It's hard to watch because I can see the potential for greatness right there near the surface but their own human fallibility is getting in the way.
But, yet, the real story begins to emerge. The characters begin to evolve. Some innocence is lost as the cruel facts of their situations are revealed and they begin to grow into the roles they've been assigned. They learn to trust themselves, to trust the right people and the right voices and suddenly, instead of cringing I begin to cheer for the way that people can overcome their inherent weaknesses. Elizabeth becomes the queen who would lead England to preeminence and prestige; Shaw becomes the sort of leader who is capable of leading his men willingly to their deaths.
Do I have greatness inside of me? Do you? I don't know and sometimes I don't want to know; the things you have to do, the sacrifices you have to make to discover that greatness are overwhelming and terrifying. But there is the hope that notwithstanding the stupid, human, fallible things I do I can still overcome them, I can become a better person. So I'll watch those movies with the beginnings that make me cringe with their all too familiar scenarios and marvel at the way good lives can blossom into great ones.
There's glory in humanity, if we have eyes to see it.
There's some thunder rumbling in the distance. The Pup will not be amused.
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Date: 2007-03-15 03:15 am (UTC)If I find out that they kill him - and really kill him - I think I might be able to start watching again.
*sigh*
I miss when I liked BSG
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Date: 2007-03-18 12:26 am (UTC)Killing off Baltar would be a step in the right direction. Actually, killing off Starbuck seemed to be the right idea, too. At least we were finally able to escape from the pain and agony that was Lee/Kara. If I never have to hear about their twu wuv ever again it will be too soon.
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Date: 2007-03-15 04:37 am (UTC)Girl, I don't know what you're going on about. We are all heroic and self-sacrificing and stuff every single day in SPW. ... oh, wait. Actually, we're all with the sexing-of-hot-men and angsting-over-teh-angst and enjoying-the-end-times. Hmmm. Surely some of that has to count, though, right? /inappropriate, irreverant, flippant.
Sorry!
Stupid basketball preempted TSTMNBN tonight! I happened upon it in its delayed broadcast, and caught the end of the challenge on. I'm bummed I missed the makeover, though. Renee needs to take a walk with Baltar out the nearest airlock.
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Date: 2007-03-18 12:30 am (UTC)Sometimes (like all the time) I want to live in SPW reather then RL. I'm not sure it's completely healthy, but it's true.
HA! Renee is such a douche-y bitch. She and Baltar deserve each other and their nice, comfy airlock.