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So with my bowl of cereal this morning, I got to watch Resident Evil: Afterlife, which was a pretty awesome way to start the day. I'm a surprisingly big fan of the RE franchise, considering that I generally loathe zombies, but RE 1 & 2 totally had me hooked from the very first time I saw them. What I liked most was the emphasis on strong female characters-- action heroes in their own rights-- not just cupcake rewards for the manly men to rescue.

Okay, okay, and the slash in both movies totally wrote itself.

Of course, then RE 3 had to come along and ruin EVERYTHING, but I'm glad to see that somebody pulled it together for RE 4. I have great hopes for 5, which I understand will be coming out next year some time.

One of the things that I thought would bother me was that Wentworth Miller was playing the part of Chris Redfield. Originally Jensen Ackles was cast in the role, but he pulled out, I'm guessing because of scheduling conflicts with SPN's shooting schedule. And although I think Wentworth is hot like burning, I deeply, deeply resented that he was NOT Jensen.

Yet, much to my surprise, I liked him quite well. I did, however, find it easy to imagine how Jensen would have played the role instead. I really would have liked to see what he would have done with it . . . but, oh well. Nothing to be done for it, I suppose.

And now I am settling in on the couch to watch my TV tennis boyfriend, World No. 2 Novak Djokovic, beat the crap out of some other guy at Wimbledon. ( Yeah, yeah, I know. Baghdatis. Whatever, I care NOT. )

It's gonna be a good day.

Current Mood: happy happy
Current Music: Wimbledon

Liam Neeson in Taken.

That is hot. *drools*

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Current Mood: nostalgic nostalgic

........ that watching movies on LOGO is probably going to make me want to slash my wrists?

I finally saw Between Love & Goodbye, which I'd been dying to see for like, a year now, and had mistakenly believed would be a happy-ending kind of movie.

I was wrong, wrong, UNBELIEVABLY WRONG.

And it was kind of like a Smiths song, you know . . . cheery happy bouncy music with lyrics that make you want to shoot yourself in the face.

I'm gonna end up buying the soundtrack, because it's too awesome for words and I think The Inertia Kiss just made it onto my list of New Favorite Bands, but I just can't handle the movie ever again. I gotta stop watching that channel; it always breaks my poor little marshmallow heart.


I mean, it wasn't a great movie by any stretch of the imagination. The acting was weak, as is unfortunately common with low-budget films, because you can tell the actors got their scripts the day before; the dialogue was heavy-handed at best, because the writer / director was busy Making His Point instead of making a realistic, natural-feeling movie; and of course, everyone was miserable and / or DEAD by the end, which I hate, no matter how true-to-life it might be.

I don't watch movies because they imitate life . . . I watch them because I want them to improve on life, to let me have my ninety minutes of escapist fantasy. The eternal optimist hiding in me wants to believe that happy endings can happen, somewhere, to someone.

And it does, sometimes. Exceptions really do seem to prove the rules.

Well, except for the rule that LOGO movies make me bawl, that is.

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Current Mood: depressed depressed
Current Music: "I Won't Say Adieu" - The Inertia Kiss

It took me three hours to get to work today, in large part because I stumbled across an accident that must have just occurred . . . an SUV, flipped and still spinning slightly, while the two guys inside managed to actually get the doors open, crawl out, and WALK AWAY.

Talk about lucky days.

I hope those guys went and bought lotto tickets later.


I caught most of the second half of the surprisingly awesome King Arthur last night. The Saxon leader had all the best lines, I thought.

The hands-down winner? After Arthur comes out alone to meet him and threaten his life?

Cedric says thoughtfully: So, Arthur. Finally. A man worth killing.


I got a baby laptop from my daddy for Christmas, yay!!! It's the most adorable little netbook ever!

The only thing I would change is that I would have preferred it to be in my favorite color, red, but you know . . . horses. Mouths. Gifts. Whatevers. I figure I can just get it a red jacket.

Hopefully tomorrow there will be enough time so that I can load it up with fun stuff while I'm here at the office. By which I mean fanfic, of course.


Today I made sure I brought my lunch like a good squirrel. Turkey leg and side of frozen veggies, yum!

Then [info]lucifrix happened to mention in passing "cheese fries" and of course, I'm all like, twist my arm why don't you.

I'm SO easy.

It's just like when someone mentions Chinese food and then that's all you can think about for DAYS.


My Atlanta Falcons won this weekend, in large part I'm sure because the game was not televised anywhere that I might happen to watch it and jinx them. On Sunday, though, I found myself wondering aloud, if you were the three-and-eleven Tampa Bay Bucs, and you're playing the New Orleans fucking perfect record Saints . . . seriously? Do you even show up?

And then they managed to trounce the Saints THOROUGHLY. That was AWESOME.

Of course, later on I found out that the Saints got smashed up the week before, too, which also made me a happy camper, as I bear a Falcon fan's unreasonable seething hatred for our chief rivals.

I still think we should be in the playoffs. Dammit.


Tonight I am meeting Aunt Jinny's partner Claire for dinner and discussion about some problems I think I'm seeing with my mother: above and beyond the usual she-drives-me-crazy kind of problems. I have to make sure I set aside some time to organize my thoughts, as I mean for this to be serious business and not a bitch session ( because after all that is what I pay a therapist for ).

Aside from her general clinginess, Mom's become increasingly withdrawn, fearful, and certainly hostile. She's hit pretty much every one in the top ten of depressive symptoms, and I'm sorry, but I am not psychologically or financially equipped to take over her life ( which I suspect is actually what she wants, anyway ).

Maybe it makes me a bad person, but I am not prepared to run my mother's life for her, just so that she doesn't have to think.

Claire is a doctor, a geriatrician by specialty, and as a family member as well as a medical professional, I'm hoping that she can help me to come up with some kind of game plan that doesn't necessarily involve me being the sole focus. Because I already know I can't handle it, and that's why I'm asking for help.


I defy anyone to watch this and not at least sniffle a little. I'm pretty sure my ovaries were going to explode. But there's something about the whole soldiers-in-Iraq thing that really gets me.

Speaking of which, I'm pretty sure I'm going to hell for it, but when the umpteenth overbearing and pretentious relative said with false sympathy to me at Christmas, "Oh, and no boyfriend again this Christmas? I'm SO sorry," like I had FUCKING CANCER or something, I totally LIED LIKE A RUG and said, "My boyfriend's in Iraq. We're planning to celebrate once he makes it back safely." Cue SADFACE.

And cue annoying aunt-by-marriage doing silent fish impression and then running for the hills.

I just . . . there's a limit to how much patience I have for educating people, you know? And I've been trying to explain for YEARS now why I'm happy being single. I just had. Had. ENOUGH.


So, in recent weeks, I've been *gasp* writing Vampire Diaries RPS slash, because seriously, that is possibly the hottest brothercest since the Winchester boys. ( Although it puzzles me as to why my muse went the RPS route. )

At any rate, I've also become weirdly fascinated with . . . wait for it . . . Adam Lambert.

Why? You may well ask.

I blame [info]astolat and her fucking awesome fic.

I draw the line at actually watching that stupid show, though.


Well, that should do for now. I have notes to make and, in essence, a dinner meeting for which to prepare. Then I will stagger home, probably slapping myself in the face in order to stay awake on the drive, and try to catch the end of the Badgers' bowl game.

Five o'clock is going to arrive all too early tomorrow morning, I'm afraid.

Current Mood: crazy crazy
Current Music: "Lola" - The Kinks
Next run of quotes.

Wow, I guess I must have picked some seriously obscure movies. Either that, or, you know . . . only, like, six people read this LJ anyway. Well, I promised all you brave little toasters some more lines, so maybe this will jog something loose for you all.


1. I don't scratch my head 'less it itches and I don't dance 'less I hear some music. I will *not* be intimidated. That's just the way it is.

2. My story? It's exactly the same as your story, just one chapter behind. I chased a man across the seven seas. The pursuit cost me my crew... my commission... and my life.

3. Normal folks, they don’t spit out bullets after you shoot ‘em!

4. It's a funny feeling, being taken under the wing of a dragon. It's warmer than you'd think.

5. We should be ruling the humans, not running around making back-alley treaties with them. For fuck’s sake, these people are our *food*, not our allies!

6. Oh, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a sword at you!

7. I was in the Virgin Islands once. I met a girl. We ate lobster and drank pina coladas. At sunset we made love like sea otters. *That* was a pretty good day.

8. But beware the risk of cheating the plan, disrespecting the design . . . it could initiate a horrifying fury that would terrorize even the Grim Reaper—and you don't *even* want to fuck with that MacDaddy.

9. I feel like a little worm on a big fucking hook!

10. Bit of a waste shooting good jism up the lawful.

11. Y'know, you got them bad eyes, like a gypsy, and I don't know why I didn't see it yesterday. Bad luck! That's what it is. Is that all I'm ever gonna have? I should have taken a rock and killed myself years ago!

12. God's a kid with an ant farm, lady. He's not planning anything.

13. If you're so smart, tell me something . . . how come you go to MIT for eight years to become a cable repairman? ETA: And yes, that one is SO EASY!!!

14. I am so fucking far from 'all right' that it’s not even funny! Someone or something just tried to drown me in a tank of blood the size of a Buick!

15. Now that I'm dead, I though I'd let you know. You're as cold as a penguin on an iceberg. You're a dwarf. Yeah, clean those choppers so you can chew up the next jerk that comes along. FTW!

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Current Mood: morose morose
Current Music: "Heartbreak Beat" - The Psychedelic Furs
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