Bagley no more

Well, I just found out (after not really checking up the comic loops for the last... I dunno, year?) and Bagley's qutting USM. Or rather quit. About 6 episodes ago.

For those who think I'm speaking geek (I meant to type that since this is clearly English and not in fact, Greek), USm is Ultimate Spider-Man and Bagley's the penciler for it, since day one. His collaboration with Bendis, the writer of USM, has lasted for 110 issues which Wikipedia assures me outstrips the previous 'long collab' record held by Stan Lee and Kirby on their Fantastic Four run. Y'know, back in the day. (Read: before most of us were born) In other words, Bagley's behind the distinctive look of the artwork of USM as we know it. (Though I do love the way Isanove inks. *squee*)

Anyhow, Bagley's been replaced by this chap called Stuart Immonen (Canadian. Hrm. There is doubtlessly a joke that needs to be said with this but I try to keep my racism non-existent. 'Cept for the Irish jokes. Those write themselves.) Sadly the only example of his work I own (as far as I can find) is thoe cover art for Ultimate X-Men in the Ultimates Annuals. I... can't imagine the entire of USM in that style. My mind just balks. (Though he does have pretty stuff up on his site.)

I'm not going to flip out until I've seen USM issue 111 or onwards and gotten a proper look at Immonen's work but one way or another, I'm really sad Bagley's left. I mean, burn out and all is completely understandable but damn, I liked his art.

Unfortunately I am now stone broke (I mean broke. There's 30 cents in my wallet) and between my 360 fund and the new Halo comic that just came out (Halo: Uprising), there's no telling when I'll next be able to afford a trip down to the comic store.

Some of the guys were wondering yesterday why we never get to see the Master Chief's face. It's deliberate; Bungie wants us to be able to maintian this illusion that we are the MC. Hence, no face. Kinda doesn't work that well though when his voice is deep, gravelly and obviously male and you're an 18 year old girl.

Decompression

Prelims are over so I went out with some class mates for lunch today. Wanted to watch the movie with the french rat (who's name I cannot spell and shall not embaress myself by trying to) with Grace but it doesn't start tomorrow and the sneaks all show at sucky times. Sam is a capsican fiend. Seriosuly, he ate everything I peeled off my hotdog. And while it was good, I prefer the ones from Central Park.

Just bought the rest of the Ultimate Spider-Man Clone Saga and it is THE BOMB. Finally, some closure to all the cryptic little cliffies sprinkled throughout the series. Looks like Doc Ock's really dead too- or as dead as Marvel villians ever get. Which isn't very... Anyhow, I'm glad Gwen's not dead (for good), that the Fantastic Four are on Spidey's side and that Nic Fury admitted Spidey's one helluva good guy. But he's still a tool. Oh yes, and that Kitty finally broke up with Peter. God, she was getting so whinely and insecure. No wonder Bobby dumped her. I mean, I'm a girl and I can't understand a high maintainence girfriend like that. MJ (Mary-Jane) and Gwen are waaaaay cooler.

And I disagree with Aunt May; Spider-Man's costume is not terrible.

Waiting for Spectra jackets and going out with my family for dinner tonight

Exam-time spasticity

While I type this, the rest of my class (excluding Sophia who's my only classmate with my exact same combi) is sitting for their Chem paper three. Which they no doubt all stayed up late for to mug since the &%^*@! math paper ended so late. Am I ever so glad I dropped chem. Though both Red and I agree that math would have been a much better topic to drop. Gotta admit, only one subject scares the bejeezus outta me right now (I'd like to have used the expression 'scares me ballsless' but seeing as I'm not a guy, it makes no sense. I tell ya, gender should not hamper you expletive expulsion experience in any way.) is math. It's really the only subject where I don't seem to be making much headway no matter how much I throw at it and that annoys me. You'd think I'd be used to this by now- what with my learning curve and all- but it still sucks. It almost feels like Chinese did back in sec two and three. Though the difference being that this time I kinda brought it down on myself. Anyhoo, enough of this blathering. As always, I started off this post with some vague purpose in mind and it's loooooooong gone. Myabe I should just end this off and go upstairs to bash it out with my bio or stats. But that would be the responsible thing to do. And boring. Why does being good and responsible always have to be the not-fun option? Played Monopoly last night with my brother and younger cousin and lost- partly due to bad luck and partly thanks to some poor strategies employed near the start of the game. I was looking through our favourite list on ffnet and it's funny but true how much Red's and mine tastes in bad reading shows. Red claims to and clearly does like the long, epic saga while I like the nice, short little quirky quickies. Oh gawd that came out wrong. I meant one-shots! Wait, not coming out any better... I'm talking about fiction dammit, so why does it sound like sex!?!?! I may be incurably perved. Damn. Okay, this is usually a sign I need to sign off so Fenix out! (PS, notice this entire entry boasts a total lack of paragraphs? It's deliberate!)

NDP

I, uh, got dragged to the NDP yesterday by my Dad and younger brother and I gotta admit I had my reservations. I don't do crowded, hype, heartlanders and government-started pretending to be a patriot by going for an over-advertised event. Besides, like most other kids, I've seen a parade before in P5 and come to the conclusion most of the fun's in being a moron with your friends. So yes, I did go for the "first parade on the world's largest floating platform!" for one reason and one reason only: the goodie bag. And family time of course but if you'd let me pick, I'd have gone with watching a DVD of TMNT (which I still have not seen).

We arrived amazingly late- about 18:10 (there was a sign on one of the gates which read (gantry opens at 1445) and got placed in the overspill seating, putting us about five rows from the front and within shouting distance of the VIP box- if anyone could hear you shouting over the clamour that is. Marching bit was fun (because we were so close and my dad brought binoculars) but without a doubt the hight point of the evening for me was the drive-past of all the uberly cool machinery. Yes, we were close enough to get sprayed by the civil defense chaps with the hose. Maybe there's something to that saying "ladies love armour plating". I know I do! (though Steffi would point out my status as female is under debate... T.T)Anyway after that the rest of the parade is kinda a haze of dances and stuff. Bad lip-syncing included. And the lady in the red dress singing opera? Put it this way; it's a good thing my shirt was already red or the blood streaming from my ears might have made a really bad stain.

I liked the 21 gun salute :) And my goodie bag is purple. Love.

FTW

I need to do a fangirl scream.

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Nakatsu-kun kawaii des!

He's also a complete moron but I suppose that's a large part of the appeal. Yes, I am hooked on Hana-Kimi (damn- and why the hell am I using so many asides in my posts of late?) but it's not gonna distract me from my studies. Nuh-uh. No siree. Have I mentioned the whole show's hilarious? Damn but I hope Cheng Jie doesn't read this or his "I told you so"s will be absolutely unbearable... Ah well, I am resigned...

Hisn Yinn and Jennifer are bullying meeeeeeeee! *wails* I didn't mean to bust that guy's ankle! He tripped! Honest! Besides, he started it.

Ever since I read that thing, I keep wanting to say "nookie" when I mean "noogie"...

Anyway, Fraiday's Spectra party was fun. :) Alas I could not tie anyone up with the birthday cake ribbon (not for want of trying I assure you) but that's okay coz the cake was fantabulously tasty. Yum. And we finalized the jacket design- yes, Spectra will have its own jacket, soon I hope. FTW's supposed the stand for "for 73H win!" but I gotta 'fess up the first thing that ran through my head was "f*** the wall?" My mind might need minor adjusting... Hmm... being lactose intolerant must suck. And on the off-chance Caleb reads this, drinking three gallons of milk and being sick after that doesn't prove anything about humans being lactose intolerant as a whole in any way. Drinking three gallons of anything would make anyone violently sick, intolerant or not. Though three gallons of something like orange juice would probably make you sick outta both ends... *waves away bad imagery*

Alright, even though I can't vote (and probably never will- which sucks because in a way voting's a rite of passage), I can't help but take an interest in Amreica's presedential elections- much like back in sec two when it was Bush VS Gore (leastways I think it was in sec two... Yet that doesn't sound right... Bush has been in for two terms hasn't he? Aw poop.) One thing that bothers me is how everyone's putting Obama down for his lack of experience compared to his other rivals in the political areana. But the thing is, looking at his replies, I like his answers. They speak of practicality and are devoid of the usual pussy-footing you see in American politics where people are so often obviously more concerned over looking good and winning elections that actually doing their job of steering the country in the direction of everyone's best interests. Unfortunately there's a chance that this lack of experience is going to stop him from being able to do what needs to be done too- or make him foul up somewhere along the line. Better the devil you know... (yeah, this bit wasn't anyway near as coherent as I would ave liked but CNN's reporting on cows now rather than US presedential elections so I'm a bit torn by way of attention. bite me.)

Weird to think of Wall Street Journal changing hands. I think I can understand why people would mind; when you have someone so obviously prolific around, it's hard to believe he'd keep his paws off the processes within any institute he commandeers... Which people within the institue wouldn't appreciate I'm sure.

Gearing up

I have a deep, dark secret now... one I actually can't tell and I may not forget like I do most of the deep, dark secrets I keep. (See, I'm a great person to confide in. Unless you bring it up, I'll quite happily forget you ever told me anything and so never risk blabbing it. Wait, no... that sounds bad, like I don't care! I do! I just have a memory that leaks like a seive! Wait...crap, now I just sound stupid.) But damn, of course I'm not going to say what it is here. This is just to remind myself what the secret is because the blackmail possibilities are too sweet to give up. Keyword: uh...uh... chips! That made no sense. Yanno, *peers around* I think I better just move on to the rest of my post before I dig this damn hole any deeper.

Staying back for Spectra tomorrow (they will have cake!) rather than going for the math lecture- though maybe I should go for the lecture... My Stats suck. Serves me right for sleeping through/ skipping/ playing hang-man/ mugging bio through the better part of the lecture series... Anyway, hopefully I shall have an amusing/ traumatising post to do make over the weekend on just how crazy tomorrow's 'meeting' is. Funny, once our membership went up, Spectra's been having an awful lot of parties... My favourite was still the one where Grace brought her XBox and we played Halo2.

Maybe next year I could go into training and try out for WCG? Hahaha, now that's a crazy-ass idea. I doubt I'm anywhere near good enough. Plus I have no experience whatsoever in playing anything other than slayer; if only my Dad could wrap his head around the other game variants and my brother wasn't so CTF-phobic...

Let's see... what else... I watched episode one of hana-kimi (I'd like to be hooked on the series but prelims beckon, so, no.), Grace is designing the class page, people are dissapearing from class to mug, we had to select class photos- and will pay dearly for them... yeah, I think that's about it. Steffi's been saying... cryptic things to me. Which I shall temporarily ignore. And hope that she doesn't know something I don't. Or maybe that she does. That made no sense whatsoever... Especially give the absolute lack of context.

Well (there's that 'well' again!), I'm starting to reach the level of incoherency that usually indicates I should round off my post or risk letting slip something inappropriate. Like how I never want to sit in a bath tub with pee in it ever again.

Awwwww craaaaaaaaaap.

Random

Random post because blogger ate my last one and I'm trying to see if I can make it show up again.

To entertain you today, Mei Studios brings you random ranting! (Don't you love alliteration? I know I do!)

Unfortunately I don't haveanything good to rant about that I haven't already ranted on before so I guess I'll just talk about something interesting.

*Whips out a pointer and a bunch of charts on those flippy paper on a stand thingies*

Here as you can clearly see is the Transformers movie which has been out long enough that I have no qualms whatsoever about spoilering it for you. I would like to bring your attention to the very last bit of the movie where Optimus Prime is narrating the closing sequence. Note that Sam and Mikaela are making out- on Bumblebee's hood. And that Optimus in robot form and IronHide in his pick-up from are standing/ parked a little way off, watching. Appearently the Autobots have a slight voyeuristic streak and Sam and Mikaela at exhibitionists at heart.

And that concludes our presentation for today. Thank you very much.

Contagious

Something tells me I've misspelt the title of this post... Go figure. -.-|||

Poor Cheng Jie (bankai!); Neeta's officially lumped him together with Grace and I now. We shall henceforth be known as "you three!". I swear the bad trinity jokes just write themselves...

Which means that in addition to the existing motion started by Neeta for Grace and I to get "divorced", we're not allowed to sit with Cheng Jie either. Ack, I keep planning to keep my head down during GP but it's hard to when it's one of the few classes I still have with Grace. Annoying.

Might or might not have gotten hooked on hanakimi today (blame Grace and her laptop) but my true love still lies with... uh... ah hell, there's enough fangirl love to go around. Except for Spidey. And then it's more like fanboy than fangirl because fangirling Spidey the way I do anime just seems... gross. I don't know why but some things are sacred.

Ugh, I hate having exams, haven't Halo'd for ages. I could really do with a good bout of Slayer to take the edge off. Speaking of which I've realized that I'm really looking forward to when this is all over and I can get my 360, play some Gears of War and have a social life again- maybe not necessarily in that order. I swear college life has turned me into a social butterfly- relatively. Which is kinda disturbing come to think of it...

Today's the first time this year that I was able to leave school early on Friday and not stay back for Spectra at all. Funnily enough I don't miss it too much- even if it does feel kinda wierd being so free suddenly. It's going to be really strange when the later issues of the webcomic start to go up and I realise they're totally foreign to me (in layout and art at least because I have read the script for the rest of this chapter) because I wasn't chasing people to do the pencils and ink them.

People at shool are starting to stress about the prelims. I can't decide if my not panicking here is good so I don't burn out or bad because I'm starting too late... I guess we'll find out next year. O.o

Parents' are outta town. I hope Mom remebers to buy me those socks I like. And not in pink!

I wanna play soccer and stop dancing.:[

Surprise!

Well, (I tend to start alot of my sentences with "well" when I blog/talk to myself in my head/monologue. It bothers me yet I cannot make it stop! It's like using bad pick=up lines...) been awhile since my last entry (a week-ish)and since then I have been sick, probably flunked a bio test, watched a certain individual from CWC drive my girl friend (and a bunch of my juniours) to distraction and glued Cheng Jie's Nikes to the ceiling of NL8.

Okay, I haven't actually done the last one but that doesn't mean I might not be planning it. Or not... Whoa, random.

Anyway... uh... Crap, i can't type out good entries when a third of my brian's embedded in a fic, a third watching TV and the last third squabbling with a headache... I think I wanted to say something about today's photo-taking...

Oh yeah. Our formal photo? May be a bit, well, f***ed. Yeah... Personally I blame whoever said "tell a joke so we all laugh" while we were posing. After that the bad jokes that followed that caused the entire front row of girls to dissolve in laughter with the camera clicking the whole while... Only to be expected. *sigh* At least we look like we're all having a really good time. And the informal shots were a whole lot of fun. Though Nat's hip-thrust-which-will-not-be-further-elaborated-on may have rendered on of those photos... inappropriate for use.

Juniours threw a farewell party for us today. Funfun! And we met a new guy who did Wenbin's "what's *****************" question. He wikied- amidst many screams of "oh GOD don't do it!!"- and went: ok. So?

!!!!!!!!!!!

Not okay, so not okay...

@.@

Alas there was no gaming console -unlike our last big party- though there was pizza and lots of it. Wenbin brought his unicycle and as usual, there were bad puns and jokes abound... I'm going to miss all this.

Pimping

Just needed to spam THIS

Yup, that's it, I'm done. Some drama with the hand over but dare I hope it's finishing up? Ack.

New Beginnings

Well, tomorrow's my last day as Spectra... Whatever the hell role it is I play exactly. I guess I was sorta webcomic IC and secratary-ish but really, Spectra was so cloes and tight-knit, we all did each other's work (read: Grace did alot and made everybody else do their work) and roles and duties eventually blurred.

But we've got a new exco structure now (which will be revealed tomorrow!), thanks largely to the new branches of webcomic and an actual functioning website.

I wanna emo about this because I feel like I should and on some level it's a bit sad to be stepping down but actually? It feels right. We've been carrying the Spectra torch for a year now, we've pulled it up from 'falling apart' to 'going somewhere'. Plus we've got good juniors to hand over to so it feels good. Besides, it's not like we can't crash every so often. :D

I'm beginning to think GP's not worth going to. Only one question left: how could I have taken five months to figure that out?

The end of the beginning- not the beginning of the end

OHMFG. I just watched RvB Episode 100, the last on good ol' blood gulch. OMFG. They cliff-hung it! I mean, not really but sorta. And after so much briiliant RvB-ness, I gotta say, the ending's kinda dissapointing. I'm not sure if it's because it was actually bad or because I was really hoping that this episode would wrap everything up and this left alot of unanswered questions. Is Tex really dead? Is Andy? Sheila? Tucker's kid? The alien? Omega? Lopez?!?

And why the hell doesn't Griff die? I mean, he got shot in the head and someone dropped a stalagtite on him! The last bit was cute though, the convo where everyone's talking on XBox live. Though it suggests that Donut isn't as gay as we've always made him out to be... bizzare.

Well, I suppose the good thing is there's enough questions that the next season is definetely going to have to link to this. Though it'll be interesting to see if they use Valhalla (shit, can't remember how to spell it.) from Halo three. And it'll hopefully be sufficient excuse that no nit-pickers amongst the fans will whine about the change in animation.

It's kinda funny; I was watching this documentary on video games on Discovery the other day and they interviewed Burnie about RvB as an example of machinima

Wow, just... wow. Though it makes me think, why is it these "rebel" and "by-passing the system" types of expression are considered successful only when they get accepted by the system? You get the same thing for webcomics and to a certain extent blogs. The pinnacle of success for these mediums is when they're embraced by the very institutes they circumvented. (Not that RvB's team hates Bungie or anything like that- Bungie's too cool for that. I mean, come on, Halo) But I'm just sayin' that's how it feels. I might be reading too much into this but hey, that's the beauty of blogging: legitimate-being-a-total-moron. Viva la revolution!

Class CIP today. We stuffed Maurice and Sam into a neoprint booth. I hope we haven't traumatised them too badly... Ironically, it was Sam's suggestion... If I can get one of the better pics scanned, I'll pop it up. :)

Ugh, Heores season finale next Wednesday. Call me old-fashioned but I'd rather wait a week for each episode than get the entire season on downlaod at one-shot. The suspense means alot in the exprience, yanno? I mean, that's why we watch movies in the theatre rather than wait for DVD. And that's why a hand-qritten letter means so much more than an e-mail, a phone-call more than an SMS, a hand-made card more than a store-bought one and a home-cooked meal much more than a the finest restaurant food. Because even if we are slaves to convenience, there still remains the vestiges of some old-world sentimentality and appreciation for that personal touch.

Did a quizz I found on Red's blog:

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39% Geek

Three strikes, you're out

Two days posting in a row- something I've not done since the 'new blog' rush wore off. Personally I blame the sudden system of shock of having a life and human interaction with peers again after having spent a month like a hermit.

The main reason I wanted to post was to recount a nice little episode during GP today.

So the teacher finally returns us the GP resource books she's been spot marking for the last three months- and only to about four of us since she hasn't actually marked the rest. Turning to a bunch of us, she asks us to explain how we selected our articles because she thought we a did a good job.

Teacher: Shi Mei, could you explain to the class how you selected your GP articles?

Me: (looking totally blank and clueless because I approach most GP assignments the way one does furniture in the dark) Uh, I have no idea. I just grab what looks good. (Behind me Grace is nodding furiously in agreement)

Teacher: (with one of those internal sighs) Alright, Tian Zhi, how did you choose your articles?(Now if there's one guy in class who's got a study plan, it's Tian Zhi and his resource book is pretty awe-inspiring)

Tian Zhi: I just choose what looks good.

Strike two. The teacher than turns to the last chap who can usually be counted on for a sensible reply in GP pleads.

Teacher: Afdhal, how do you choose your articles?

Afdhal: Oprah and movies!

pwned. I knew I loved this class for a reason. Incidentally, this may be why our class so utterly flops at GP discussions of late.

The hard way

So, in the last week, my boring non-existent life has suddenly picked up and I've come away, I'd like to think, knowing a little more if not actually being much wiser.

First off, I've learnt (much to my horror) that about that thing, that time in China (the other one, not the thing we shall never speak of), Steffi was right. I was drunk. not badly so but definitely affected. Note to self: no matter how thirsty I am, never take a swig of her alcoholic drink.

Lesson two was the FBTs don't give you wedgies. It's always annoyed me that the school PE shorts were so bloody uncomfortable. I can understand wanting to make all the girls look like shapeless sacks in their PE attire (ok, actually, I can't) but cutting the girls shorts exactly the same way as the guys'?!?! That's not a decency issue; it's a basic 'where the f*** were you when they were handing out brains' issue. Clue: girls have wider hips than guys and less baggage in front. Therefore, shorts need to be cut differently between genders. Thank haevens the PE department listened to all the whinging the girls have been doing and got new shorts. I'm not a fan of FBTs myself but I can appreciate no wedegie.

Item three's just disturbing. SAM'S STALKING ME.

Okay, he's not. He's just talking to a classmate I used to walk home and talk alot with and it's really creepy since he now has access to wierd stories like the time I dropped my Spidey bottle in the mud and cleaned it off on my skirt. I assure you such a course of action made perfect sense then. And still does...

Ebil

You Are 38% Evil

A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well. In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.

How Evil Are You?

So, I'm not really evil but what little evilness I have is insidious.Hmmm...

How do I get eviler? Kill villagers? This is so Fable the Lost Chapters... And every monster I kill makes me less evil... Which is a pain in the ass when you're trying to get horny (evil character grows horns. get your mind out of the gutter.) And yes, I have played the game twice so why am I even blogging about it? Maybe because I wanna talk about Halo. Or more specifically, RvB.

OMFG. RvB. Watched episode 99 last night (second last! WHY?!?!) and everything's tying together nicely. It's just kinad wierd though 'cause Tucker's acting smart. Tucker? Smart?!? (I swear this incredulity has nothing to do with the fact he's black. He's just such a lazy bastard usually.) And Church hit something with the sniper rifle? No f-ing way man. Miracles do happen!

Though I gotta admit, the thing with Tex at the end is kinda confusing. And it looks like it's tying in the main Halo story line.

Speaking of the main Halo story line, Caboose is the MC!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Okay, this is bizzare. I should run away.

Oh, no class party (sad) and I couldn't go anyway if there were. Damn being grounded.

those goddmn bastards! they ate everything!

So, in my (non-existent) June hols life, something fun and interesting has actually happened (other than that sad, lone spoectra outing which was a blast): the termites have invaded my parents' bedroom. Quick back story: we've been having a wee bit of a termite infestation that was found by yours truely in the book shelves in the corridor outside my parents room some two months ago. We removed the shelves, threw out a whole bunch of books *cries*, sprayed the whole lot with termite powder and found out more about the internal structure of a termite nest than I think should be healthy. And no, we did not find the queen. Yes, my dad did get bitten by some "soldier" drone or something and yes, we did have to rip out bits of the floor boards and skirting. Also, termite colonies make strange scratching noises and a weird pattering sound like rainfall on a tin roof (only much softer).-

So after we found a bunch in my brother's ed frame (and the bathroom door), we thought we were safe. The tyranny of the termites was over! (hey, that was aliterative!) Only... it isn't.

My mom found a whole bunch behind the TV! O.o So the second half of my morning was spent cleaning up termites and helping chisel up bits of the floor. Fun. :)

Oh my god I need to get a life.

I never thought I'd say this, but I CAN'T WAIT FOR SCHOOL TO START. Clearly four weeks of undiluted time in my younger brother's company is starting to get to me.

Oh, and the termite guy's coming some time next week.

Bankai

Yay, random post!

Okay, not a random post. This has a purpose, a definition, a... brain blew. Can't think of another word for purpose.

Mmm, wanted to do a linky thingy. Here goes: YARGH

So it's a picture of Cheng Jie with his *coffcoffcoff* uh... bankai. Yeah. Red and I shall be spamming this picture all over the place (read: our assorted blogs and Cheng Jie's) and hopefully this will not result in one or both of us being dead when we next meet Cheng Jie.

[Don't kill me! I have so many more people (read Steffi) to annoy before my life is complete! Also, Halo 3. Can't die before that. And don't forget Spidey 4! Which will hoepfully redeem Spidey 3- but I digress. Why does everything turn to Spidey? Or spectra...]

Now I just need to plan something for good ol' Stoofles' birthday...

Nobody move; I dropped my brain

So, final birthday bash count is assortment of text messages (credit goes to Red for the earliest one; I received it at 12:01 June 1st), Venom Carnage (comic), Marvel 1602 (hard cover comic ohmygodthesexiness) and watching pirates 3.

I love Jack Sparrow! It's the way he runs. And talks. And makes absolutely no sense even while being so very sensible.

Uh, right.

The funny thing about pirates 3 is that I think i actually enjoyed it more than Spidey 3- treason and heresey (misspelt that) I know, but true. Both suffer from similar complaints of having simply gotten too big for their boots. Too many characters, no real, believeable plot, bad pacing (draggy at bits- though found pirates sufficiently entertaining) and overly-reliant on brilliant CGI to bring in the crowds. Yet pirates was better. Why? Really better? Or somply better because we expected less from it?

My theory: we expect more from Spidey because it's Spidey. There's a gold-mine of plot to bring to play, enourmously three-dimensional giants of characters and consultation with Stan th' man in movie production. And Riami calls himself a fan.

On the other hand, pirates is a totally new thing. A whole 'nother ball game (thanks Red for waking my brain up to the smell of idioms in the morning). New series, different purpose, different history (it was a Disney ride before the movie for pete's sakes; what were you expecting for brain thrust?) and it saves itself with its humour and characters.

As much as it pains me to say this, Jack Sparrow's a much better character than the movie Spider-Man.

Why the hell doesn't the silver screen Spidey blow our ears off with his back-chat?!?

Right... officially done being rabid for now a will go do... stuff.

Up to speed

Just to write it down somehwere because my memory actually does suck really bad:

Had spectra lunch on tuesday, was a blast, note to self, never eat that damn much burger ever again. Also, Kai's food doesn't take the fast and direct route from his plate to mouth. Small people eat more. You can order DTs for lunch; they show up on the chit. Also, don't dis DT's sausage lunch ever no matter how phallic it looks.

I have little more than 12 hours (most of which will be spent asleep)to decide what comic I will buy for my birthday. Oh the dilema!!

I'm almost old enough to legally drink, drive and buy cigarettes. Only drinking will shoot my liver in excess, really doesn't mix well with driving and I figure there are cheaper ways to kill myself than by smoking. More fun too most likely. Bladder cancer and the rest of my life having my pee collect in a bag really doesn't sound appealing somehow.

Smoking kills. Really. And if it doesn't, chances are you'll wish it had.

Won four straight games in Halo (slayer!)! Back in the zone!!)

New Computer

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

I wanna hatch a quater.

Well, after my last emo-ish random post, I have this to say:

SCHOOL LIBRARY NEW COMS OMGOMGOMG PRETTYSEXYNEWCOMSFROMACER.

Wait... Acer... oh. Hell, they're dual-core which means no more lag! Friggen yes! And I've sketched out the issue of the Spectra webcomic I was supposed to and the June hols are nearly upon us! Life looks good. :)

Except I deleted something like 70 hours of my Final Fantsy Tactics Advance last night by accident. Damn. And though they're faster, the school coms do still have the same old internet connection which won't let me get on DeviantArt because it contains "culture and heritage" (I kid you not) but gives me full access to blogger and is kinda slow (the way I'm kinda crazy). Still, fangirling over the new coms with Red was strangely theraputic. They have pretty blue flashy lights. :D

Wish I could get a 360 for my birthday... Yes 360, thou of the sexy clean lines, pure virginial white finish and totally kick-ass wireless controllers. Would that we might be together, playing countless hours of Halo together (because one day I hope to be able to kick Legendary) and waiting in eagre anticipation for a true god amongst mortals, Halo 3, to grace us with its presence.

I am fully aware I am completly insane. With me as grounded as I am though, I'm gonna count myself lucky to get Minutes to Midnight and watch PoTC The World's End for my birthday.

Everytime someone mentions my birthday, my brothe goes (in this incredulous voice): "18? You can't be 18! You're still so small!"

Damn boys; why do they have to be taller than girls anyway?