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Mom dragged me to Madagascar. Dear god, my eyes are bleeding. This movie was definitely intended for someone with a far shorter attention span than I. One or two hyperactive characters is funny. When ALL of them are hyperactive, it makes me long for Excedrin. And PLEASE, Dreamworks. Take a hint from Pixar. Quality over Quantity! And some sort of message, moral, or basic purpose might be nice. The message I got was “Hey! It’s okay if I lust after my best friend’s flesh, because sushi tastes even better!”

The Wallace and Grommit trailer was nice, though.

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I’m catching up on Das Book1, pasting in some stuff from the previous Serenity showing and other recent events. I made a photocopy of Jane Espenson’s signature (I won an autographed copy of her Finding Serenity, the Firefly essay collection, in the costume contest), and next to it I wrote “Champion of OTPs everywhere!”, as she’s quite a fan of Spike/Buffy and Simon/Kaylee. That got me thinking. Using the idiotic and often hilarious system of combining two names (ie “Spuffy”, which still kills me dead), what would Simon/Kaylee be? Skaylee (Scaly)? Because you’d think Simon would have some kind of ointment for that.

Yay for the random thought tangents of Priscilla’s brain.

And speaking of stupidity and random tangents, this metaquote amuses me.

1 Do the people reading this blog know what Das Book is? Pretty much everyone that has met me IRL would know, but I doubt I’ve said much about it in my blog. For just under three years, I’ve carried around a little blank 4×6 book, which I use to jot down quotes and notes-to-self and paste in ticket stubs and fortune cookie messages and photographs and momentos and stuff like that. I’m on my third now (well, the first was sketchbook-sized, and I only partially filled it, as I found it far too unweildy to carry it around at all times), which I call “Das Book”, a weak pun on “Das Boot”. The previous was just called “Book”, and I think the next will be called “Mah Book” (how do you indicate the “moon” oo sound phonetically?), in a tribute to the “Children’s Book” short (my all-time favourite) on Strong Bad Email. And that’s all I have to say about that.

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*snorks* Not only did we crash Fandango, we crashed the Browncoat forums, as well!

No power in the ‘verse can stop us, except perhaps bandwidth limitations.

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I GOT TICKEEEEEEETS!!!!!! Tickets, tickets, tickeeeets! *dances around room, squealing madly*

Wow, my hands are actually shaking…

I have 8 tickets, with 6 spoken for. Those that know me IRL may commence with the worshipful adoration. Who will the extra two tickets go to? Who indeed!

EDIT: HOLY COW. It looks like Dallas sold out in less than 10 minutes. We have kicked Trilogy Tuesday’s shiny hobbit backside and thoroughly trounced the Star Wars prequels. BOOYEAH!

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*is dead with laughter* Who on my flist posted the song “Partydance” by Ed Shepp? Because that is so going to be next year’s dorm theme song, last year’s being “The Alpacalypse”.

In other news, 35 CITIES!!!! Serenity screenings in 35 LOCATIONS ACROSS THE U.S. THE U.S. AND CANADA!! That’s one city for every year of Joss Whedon’s life since the time he was the age of 6! Happy Birthday, Mr. Whedon, but it is WE who are getting the presents!

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Link ganked from Jo:

CITIZENS FOR A HAYDEN-FREE ROTJ: BE HEARD!

That’s another thing I love about Joss Whedon. We don’t have to worry about a Serenity: Special Edition coming out in 20 years, in which the scene in the trailer suddenly goes like:

Operative: I want to resolve this like civilized men. I’m not threatening you. Though I’m in fact, not unarmed! *pulls a pistol and shoots at Mal, who barely even has to move his head to dodge, despite being four feet away, at point-blank range*
Mal: Good. Now I feel morally justified in shooting at you. Despite being a smuggler, unconcerned with matters of legality and obviously savvy enough to fit in at the Maidenhead Cantina, I must make it clear to my fans that I would only ever consider harming another if they shot at me first, regardless of the danger to myself and my crew in a given situation and regardless of how they had threatened or hurt me in the past. *shoots, feeling morally righteous*

Maybe Joss could add a troupe of singing and dancing CGI aliens to add color to River’s barfight scene, replace the Force-ghosts of the 40-odd cowhands that helped rear Mal back on Shadow with Hayden Christensen, replace all shots of Niska with Ian McDiarmid, and replace all English text with Chinese. Then a giant CG Badger1 could confront Mal on his way out of a bar on Persephone, and then the Mudders singing “The Hero of Canton” could be replaced by a lot of boring images of various Canton residents celebrating. And then rerelease it all IN 3D.

*clutches original Star Wars theatrical release VHS box-set*

Wow, Bitter McBitterson came out to play this morning.

Don’t mess with a materpiece, Lucas. It’s like Leonardo coming back a few years after painting the Mona Lisa to make her smile more obvious, because it was only subtly done the first time. Give us our original theatrical release on DVD!

1 Of course, I meant the character Badger, as played by Mark A Sheppard, but whenever I read that line now, I see Mal being menaced by massive “badgers badgers badgers mushroom mushroom”-or-Monty Python-esque carnivorous burrowing mammals of the family Mustelidae. Which I have to admit would be awesome. I would pay to see Mal being menaced by a giant badger.

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*snickers*

I woke up this morning, horrified that I had slept through the alarms I had set to go off every two hours. I saw with a thrill of excitement and a sense of impending dread that the “alert” on my URLy was blinking, indicating a change in the website. Then I realized that it was only the date switching, due to MovieTickets.com’s moronic URL system. What a relief!

So in short, tickets still aren’t on sale and they probably won’t go on sale until tomorrow afternoon, but two cities have already jumped the gun, and they sold out within hours. One must be ever vigilant! The tickets shall be mine.