Deeply Moving

Whelp, I've gota free moment and type-itchy fingers so I guess I can throw up a proper review of Iron Man now. :) And after those fiascos we call Spder-Man 3, Fantastic Four- Rise of the Silver Surfer and... actually every single Super-hero movie other than the latest Batman one, it's great to finally have a proper Super-hero movie on the market. (Yes, I'm lambasting the Spidey movies. I know, I raved, but once the buzz of 'ohmygod,aspider-manmovie!!' had worn off and I cast a jaundiced eye back, I realise two things: web-slinging scenes aside, they're not that great- and Tobey McGuire is a very special kind of ugly and chinless.)

I was never a big fan of Iron Man. A guy who gets all his powers from a suit? How lame is that? What if disaster strikes and he's not wearing the suit?? (Yes, I would have made a great supporter in the pro-mutants movement...) And then the Civil War arc came along and he got Spidey to reveal his secret identity... Well.

But in this case I'm willing to cast aside my usual snobbery and dissociate the movie character from the comic one. Because really, how can you not like Robert Downey Jr as Tony Stark? He plays the character so very well (and looks disturbingly like him), from the eccentric 'drive-everyone-from-your-board-to-PA' nuts to the sudden change realization of what exactly his weapons are used for today, it's all very much believable. There's also plenty of moments for giggles as he displays a very boyish learning curve with his Iron Man equipment. (I won't go in to the details but let's just say it involves a Road-runner-esque moment where his face is enthusiasticly introduced to the wall/ ceiling.)


The big finale though was a little dissapointing in that Stark's suit wasn't running at full-power. So rather than a real men-in-robot-armour throw-down, we got Stark getting smacked about until he outwitted the other guy. While such a victory might be more in keeping with the brains-over-brawn theme of the movie, I miss the eye-candy.

Right, last point in this far-too-long post: am I the only one who picked up the socio-political commentary about how the powers that be sits on their asses unless it behoves them to get involved? Yes, I'm talking about the bit where Iron Man flys in to Afghanistan to kick some terrorist butt after seeing it on the news. Interesting how the US government has firepower in the area but doesn't get involved until they get a bogey on the radar which really scares them in case the terrorists are air-borne. After what's been going down in Myanmar, the picture this depicts is... unsettling. While I suppose no government owes it to the rest of the world to play playground monitor and sacrifice their own people and resources to do it, such an expectation doesn't sit well with the moral posturing the USA's always thrown about. It doesn't go down so smoothe either with the surprisingly loud idealist in me who's been shouting 'why can't we all just get along?' for the last... oh, six years or so.

So anyway, here's to Iron Man, a kick-ass movie that's deeper than those turds in the review section of The Straits Times give it credit for.

Meandering #3

I think this is the 3rd of my 'meandering' posts... And it's labelled as such because I'm not really sure what I should be blogging about. I guess I'll start with this:




Likey? CtrlAltDelt has an animated version. Not as good as the comic but not too terrible either. I have no idea why but I find the theme song strangely addictive.

This was going to be a longer post but I just remebered I have some transcription work for my mom in the wings so I'm off.

And watch Iron Man. It beats any of the Spidey movies pants down. Alas.

Freakin' out

Ability to type in complete, gramtically correct sentences still on blink. Something to do with cars. All Dad's fault. Nothing more to say on that. Still freakin' 'bout it. Lack of warning was not appreciated. Honestly? Deep-ending not pleasent experience. Adrenaline rush though. Whoo. And thought had ass covered on probably eventuality.

Personally, blame disjointedness on Rorsarch. Watchmen. Completed wierd bad mumbly tendency already present. Is good way to type, less work. Heh, lazy.

Picking up goods tomorrow. Deep breaths. Blueberries. hah!

RvB put up new pictures today. Family photo theme. Not as good as last batch. still some good shit. Need some local friends.

Going to watch Life now. First roughly-proper-ish sentence of night. Go me.

oops

Ooops. I killed Ethan... because I voted 'knee'... nuts. Was kinda curious to see how long things could keep going for without getting Ethan killed.

first day at work today. little kids!! cuteness!! lost ability to type in complete sentences. oh well.

will hopefully be more comprehensible in next post.

making up words as i go. nuts.

Two to Tango

Why is it with every mini-series Rooster Teeth's done for RvB so far, someone I like dies?? Seriously, first York (haha, Noo-Yok like them yanks down in Joisey says.) and now Washington?!? Is Washington even dead? And poor Delta! Stuck with South Dakota who turns out to be something of a b****... I wonder how long she was on Command's payroll? Ah the plot thickens...

Uh, yeah, I did just watch the last episode of Recovery One in case it's not friggen' obvious.

Short post today before I run around to get supporting documents for Uni apps. That'll teach me to not study for big national exams... I hope.

when chall we three meet again...

Just got back from the class dinner at Fish & Co. Food was good but I have the usual complaint that it was too noisy for proper conversation to be easily had. This is why I prefer gatherings at houses rather than restaurants. But then, so much more to clean up... :p Still, good, fun evening.

Afdhal saw me reading Capote and gave me a quick run-down of the movie. (I actually very much enjoy discussing this kind of thing with Afdhal because he's so well-informed. Unfortunately I have nowhere that kind of interest or retention he does and often talking to him leaves this vague, floundering kind of feeling. The kind I get when some of my true otaku friends get down with each other. Conversationally I mean. What were you thinking?) The gist of what he described was that Capote did not help the man he was in love with (a convict) and let him die because he was basically writing their relationship out as his next book and it needed a good ending.

This got me thinking: firstly, if Capote were a woman, would his romance still hold the same disquieting note as it does in the movie? What if being gay is what adds to the 'originality' of the thing so to speak? In which case 'originality' sounds an awful lot like just putting the next most risque thing out there. Whereupon the talent becomes the ability to gauge what that thing is. Too far ahead of the curve and it'll just be too much for sensibilities. Too little and it becomse mundane.

There was a secondly... what was my second point? Ugh, yet another brilliant example of what facebooking while you blog will do to your thought process...

I really like climbing on stuff. I don't know why...

And if other people can't get up on it? That simply adds to the pleasure.

I don't know why my psyche's built that way but it is. Oh well. Makes for good pictures at least.

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!)

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.