::giggles madly:: I was just studying for my Physics SAT II in this nifty book of doom when I saw that I had been mistaken for years regarding a certain, small element of grammar that no one ever questions. You know this ^ symbol? We call it a carrot, right? ‘Cause it looks like a little carrot? (The vegetable, not the watchman. And don’t even *think* of bringing Merry into this discussion) It’s actually spelled “caret”. I had no idea! I wonder how many thousands of people would be surprised at this revelation. I’m really, really amused.
Look here, I’ve got a navel!
That line has been stuck in my head all day. Make it go away.
Muaha, I shall now post my joyous Episode II experiences! Quite merry. We arrived at the theatre at about 10, where I was highly amused to see that I was the only person in costume. Go me. We all played UNO (can’t beat Harry Potter UNO with Renata, though) until 11, when we were let in. Despite being about 40th in line, we still got fantastic seats! The people in front of us were fairly big fans, so they were highly amused when we seranaded them with “The Saga Begins”. By the second verse, Chungy and I had really started to sing out, so at the end, we got a fair round of applause and boos. Lots of fun! Previews of joy included “Matrix: Reloaded”. Be still my heart! When the green text started scrolling at the beginning, the theatre started cheering wildly. Too much fun. I can’t wait!
Anyway, Episode II was seriously fun. Nowhere near the original trilogy, but far superior to Episode I. Just the perfect “Jar Jar quotient”, fabulous fight scenes (SQUEE!!!!!!!! but I miss Ray Park), groovalicious backgrounds (though some of them were obvious CG), and lots of Ewan McGregor goodness. And now that he has silly hair and a wannabe-beard, I don’t immediately associate him with Christian from “Moulin Rouge”, which created slight problems watching “Trainspotting”. Yoda is my herd, purple lightsabers are manly, Jedi need to *think* about using the Force more often (morons, the lot of them!), and Boba Fett looks more like Percy Weasley than he does that crazy kid. The dudes from A.I. were an interesting touch. “Let me help you with everything you need, Master Kenobi!” and “Hey, look! Its Christopher Lee! Three guesses as to whether he’s good or evil!” C-3PO needs to stop punning while he’s ahead. (yes, that was intentional)
“Let’s get this party started, bitch.”
Fun stuff: Amidala’s duct tape accessories, Jar Jar being responsible for the Empire, CG!Yoda, Death Sticks, Slave 1, and R2 forever remains rockin.
Pictures soon to follow.
::drools:: Check out the new front page art for FictionAlley! I’m a bit sad to see the old art go, but the new image is so gorgeous that I won’t really miss it. Who is this “Magsby” and where can I find more of her/his art?
Why am I losing so much stuff recently? The other day, I left my wallet at Barnes & Noble (luckily, it’s been returned). Last night, I left “American Gods” at St. Marks. And now I have no idea where I put my “Men at Arms” folder. It *should* be in my sachel, but it’s nowhere to be found. Grrrrr, where art thou? Good thing that I have most of it backed up…
Two choices for what to wear to the midnight showing tomorrow night…
Choice #1: My grey hooded robe (fabulous Jediwear), black pants, a black shirt (cut and tied to look Jedi-ish), my double-bladed lightsaber, and my prod-buttock tall leather boots.
Choice #2: Black pants, a Jar Jar t-shirt (a gag gift), a blue and green plaid bathrobe, and a flashlight.
Comment and vote. It is your destiny.
No wonder how much fun #2 would be, I think I would be abandoned by my friends and brutally murdered by rabid anti-Jar Jar coalitions. I’m leaning towards #1 anyway.
Must…. resist… temptation…. Cannot give in…
Want to know what’s not fun? Grabbing a slice of pizza and having a 2-inch square of molten, sizzling cheese drip onto your leg. But even something as painful as that cannot mar my joyous day! After school, I dashed to Borders to grab a copy of “Salmon of Doubt”, which I keep wanting to call “Salmon of Doom”. A bit like my continued references to “The Fifth Elephant” when I’m taking about “The Fifth Element”. Anyway, they were sold out, so I dashed to Barnes and Noble, where I nabbed two of the three remaining copies: one for me and one for Marcelina. I then took the copy by Marcelina’s house. She didn’t have the money to pay me back, so I borrowed her copies of “Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency”, “The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul”, and “Last Chance to See” as ransom. Quite the Adams-fest tonight! Of course, I picked up “American Gods” again today after a few weeks, and it remains spectacular. Reading 4+ books at a time: go me!
Afterwards, I went to St. Marks for the readthrough for next year’s musical. Mr. Blaydes actually wrote it, so he asked us to go over it tonight to present it the the community tomorrow. Well, when I say “wrote” it, I guess I refer to the book. He used pre-existing music. It’s fairly nifty, but not very integrated. Still, I have no right to criticize. Anyone willing to undertake the feat of writing a musical deserves my admiration. ::thinks happily about “Men at Arms”:: So yay. Go Mr. Blaydes! ::waves flags:: After all, “Mama Mia”, “The Buddy Holly Story”, and “All You Need is Love” (::squee::) used pre-existing music. So hurrah!
I just got another fabulous review for my “Mary Sue” Litmus Test: “I hate your pointless and stupid story!!!!!” Thank you, Lenna Grimes! Hurrah!
And that’s my story.
Woo! Got midnight tickets! ::grooves:: Me, Chungy, Christine, Mack, and my mom. We rock our Jedi socks!
Growl. Here I am, excited to bursting about “Salmon of Doubt”, when I find that Borders doesn’t open in the mornings until 9 AM. I had intended to pick it up before school, as Borders is fairly close to Hockaday and the local B&N closes at 9 PM. That way I wouldn’t have to drive all the way out to Borders at this time. But alas, I must be in school by 8. And we no longer have Junior Privileges, because Sheriff Kippie felt like being sadistic and taking them away without warning for something no one in the grade was aware of. So, in short, we can’t go off-campus. I wonder if I could bribe a senior to pick up a copy for me during lunch… After school tomorrow seems like too long to wait. Yes, I am pathetic.