day 03: your favorite television program: "Lost" ABC
It amazed her that the original reason she had started watching "Lost" was because she had been in the throes of her 'Lord of the Rings' obsession back in 2004, and Dominic Monaghan was one of the stars. She had heard about it on a LotR fanboard, and vowed to at least watch the pilot. It seemed interesting enough...
Six years later she can't get enough. She's worried she may go through withdrawal when the series ends in mid-May.
But for as much as she loves the show to pieces, she knows that not many other people do. Even friends who watched it with her when it first premiered have stopped because the show has taken countless turns into the strange and confusing since then. She doesn't even bother mentioning it to her best TV buddy; she knows it makes little to no sense anymore. But she just can't help it.
She thinks it might partially be a curiosity - or a burning need - to see how Carlton and Cuse end the monster of a series.
But it's also the characters and the overall style of the show. Since the very first scene of the pilot, the opening eye motif has been carried throughout, and she sometimes finds herself trying to guess who's eye it is this time. The flashbacks were essential for character development in the first three seasons, and something that no other show (that she knew of) did. The flash-forwards of the fourth and fifth seasons, and the new flash-sideways's of this final sixth have been something altogether new and compelling.
That, and they give her another look at Charlie, who remains her favorite character even though he was killed in the finale of season three, as he might have been if the plane never crashed.
Now, with only a handful of episodes left, she is on the edge of her seat, spending an hour every week simultaneously terrified, confused, excited and hopeful. However it ends, she knows it will be amazing.
And then she will spend a week over the summer watching all six seasons straight through.
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i seriously can't describe how much i love this show. you have no idea.
seasons 1-5 in 8 minutes 15 seconds
Thursday, April 15
Wednesday, April 14
Boondock Saints
day 02: your favorite movie: "Boondock Saints" 1999, Troy Duffy
For years, she had professed her favorite movies to be the "Lord of the Rings" saga. The sweeping epic was a feast for her then-young mind, instilling in her a strong desire to visit New Zealand. The plot points were balanced by the battle scenes were balanced by the rolling landscapes. But nothing brought more chills to her spine than the lighting of the beacons.
However, upon recent reflection, she discovered the Oscar-winning films had been supplanted by a much smaller cult film.
It always seems to be the beginnings of things that suck her in, and violent vigilante justice was a far cry from a wondrous fantasy realm.
"Boondock Saints," which had seen a resurgence in popularity at the end of the last year with the release of the sequel, was frequently described by her to be "gratuitous violence with Irish accents." It had been largely a flop when it was originally released in 1999 to a one week run in five theaters, it had grown over the next decade into a huge cult favorite. But that wasn't why she liked it.
It wasn't even the accents, which she openly admitted were sexy.
It was the silly brotherly antics, the bartender with turret's, the real Italians and Russians, the violent gunfights, the fiddle-laced soundtrack. It was the sweeping opening scene, the subtle (and not so subtle) religious undertones, the documentary ending, the hint of a past with a promise for the future. It was the hotel massacre. It was the courtroom speech and a cross-dressing Willem Dafoe.
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not as good as the first one. i had a hard time articulating any specific reason i love that movie. i just do. the sequel was also pretty good, but it had a more convoluted plot than just 'there are bad men that get away with bad things, so let's just kill them.'
the opening scene
the hotel massacre
the trailer
also, the lighting of the beacons
For years, she had professed her favorite movies to be the "Lord of the Rings" saga. The sweeping epic was a feast for her then-young mind, instilling in her a strong desire to visit New Zealand. The plot points were balanced by the battle scenes were balanced by the rolling landscapes. But nothing brought more chills to her spine than the lighting of the beacons.
However, upon recent reflection, she discovered the Oscar-winning films had been supplanted by a much smaller cult film.
It always seems to be the beginnings of things that suck her in, and violent vigilante justice was a far cry from a wondrous fantasy realm.
"Boondock Saints," which had seen a resurgence in popularity at the end of the last year with the release of the sequel, was frequently described by her to be "gratuitous violence with Irish accents." It had been largely a flop when it was originally released in 1999 to a one week run in five theaters, it had grown over the next decade into a huge cult favorite. But that wasn't why she liked it.
It wasn't even the accents, which she openly admitted were sexy.
It was the silly brotherly antics, the bartender with turret's, the real Italians and Russians, the violent gunfights, the fiddle-laced soundtrack. It was the sweeping opening scene, the subtle (and not so subtle) religious undertones, the documentary ending, the hint of a past with a promise for the future. It was the hotel massacre. It was the courtroom speech and a cross-dressing Willem Dafoe.
----
not as good as the first one. i had a hard time articulating any specific reason i love that movie. i just do. the sequel was also pretty good, but it had a more convoluted plot than just 'there are bad men that get away with bad things, so let's just kill them.'
the opening scene
the hotel massacre
the trailer
also, the lighting of the beacons
Tuesday, April 13
lucid dreams
day 01: your favorite song: "Lucid Dreams" Franz Ferdinand [the original version, not the 'Tonight' album version.]
The opening riff is what gets her every time. That heavy rhythm and syncopation just sucks her in.
But it's the constant drum beat that keeps her there.
Every time she hears it she has to tap it out on the closest hard surface, or just in the air if nothing presents itself. It's one of the few songs that makes her wish she could play the drums. She doesn't even focus on the lyrics anymore, so much as the rhythm Paul lays down, hard and steady. She fancies herself quite the air-drummer, at least as far as this song is concerned.
Only recently has she begun to notice the bass line beneath the layers of Alex's vocals and guitar, Nick's guitar, and Paul's strong drum. But then, it's always the bass that blends the best.
----
me, air drumming to the better version. seriously. it's terrible, but i couldn't help myself. the sound is out of sync with the visual, and i messed up a couple times, but whatever. i fucking love the drums in this song. and the opening riff is my best friend's ringtone.
The opening riff is what gets her every time. That heavy rhythm and syncopation just sucks her in.
But it's the constant drum beat that keeps her there.
Every time she hears it she has to tap it out on the closest hard surface, or just in the air if nothing presents itself. It's one of the few songs that makes her wish she could play the drums. She doesn't even focus on the lyrics anymore, so much as the rhythm Paul lays down, hard and steady. She fancies herself quite the air-drummer, at least as far as this song is concerned.
Only recently has she begun to notice the bass line beneath the layers of Alex's vocals and guitar, Nick's guitar, and Paul's strong drum. But then, it's always the bass that blends the best.
----
me, air drumming to the better version. seriously. it's terrible, but i couldn't help myself. the sound is out of sync with the visual, and i messed up a couple times, but whatever. i fucking love the drums in this song. and the opening riff is my best friend's ringtone.
blank 30 days meme
day 01: your favorite song [4/13]
day 02: your favorite movie [4/14]
day 03: your favorite television program [4/15]
day 04: your favorite book [4/16]
day 05: your favorite quote [4/17]
day 06: whatever tickles your fancy [4/18]
day 07: a photo that makes you happy [4/19]
day 08: a photo that makes you angry/sad [4/20]
day 09: a photo you took [4/21]
day 10: a photo of you taken over 10 years ago [4/22]
day 11: a photo of you taken recently [4/23]
day12: whatever tickles your fancy [4/24]
day 13: a fictional book [4/25]
day 14: a non-fictional book [4/26]
day 15: a fanfic [4/27]
day 16: a song that makes you cry (or nearly) [4/28]
day 17: an art piece (drawing, painting, sculpture, etc) [4/29]
day 18: whatever tickles your fancy [4/30]
day 19: a talent of yours [5/1]
day 20: a hobby of yours [5/2]
day 21: a recipe [5/3]
day 22: a website [5/4]
day 23: a YouTube video [5/5]
day 24: whatever tickles your fancy [5/6]
day 25: your day, in great detail [5/7]
day 26: your week, in great detail [5/8]
day 27: your month, in great detail [5/9]
day 28: your year, in great detail [5/10]
day 29: hopes, dreams, and plans for the next 365 days [5/11]
day 30: whatever tickles your fancy [5/12]
i didn't write this, i found it. i'm hoping to write little drabbles, or longer 'fics', for each one.
day 02: your favorite movie [4/14]
day 03: your favorite television program [4/15]
day 04: your favorite book [4/16]
day 05: your favorite quote [4/17]
day 06: whatever tickles your fancy [4/18]
day 07: a photo that makes you happy [4/19]
day 08: a photo that makes you angry/sad [4/20]
day 09: a photo you took [4/21]
day 10: a photo of you taken over 10 years ago [4/22]
day 11: a photo of you taken recently [4/23]
day12: whatever tickles your fancy [4/24]
day 13: a fictional book [4/25]
day 14: a non-fictional book [4/26]
day 15: a fanfic [4/27]
day 16: a song that makes you cry (or nearly) [4/28]
day 17: an art piece (drawing, painting, sculpture, etc) [4/29]
day 18: whatever tickles your fancy [4/30]
day 19: a talent of yours [5/1]
day 20: a hobby of yours [5/2]
day 21: a recipe [5/3]
day 22: a website [5/4]
day 23: a YouTube video [5/5]
day 24: whatever tickles your fancy [5/6]
day 25: your day, in great detail [5/7]
day 26: your week, in great detail [5/8]
day 27: your month, in great detail [5/9]
day 28: your year, in great detail [5/10]
day 29: hopes, dreams, and plans for the next 365 days [5/11]
day 30: whatever tickles your fancy [5/12]
i didn't write this, i found it. i'm hoping to write little drabbles, or longer 'fics', for each one.
Wednesday, March 24
homework
It was six o'clock and she should really be starting her homework.
She was a little hungry, but having actually eaten lunch that day she decided to put it off.
She surfed the internet, catching up on the threads she missed while in class. An interesting discussion on fandom, another on pairings. Oh, look, a new chapter in her inbox.
--
It was seven o'clock and she should really be starting her homework.
But this link in a review was interesting, and her best friend back home was sharing the official footage of him running a red light. She was hungrier than before, but she didn't get up.
--
It was eight thirty and she should really be starting her homework.
She opened a pack of toast-cheez peanut butter crackers. Oh, Woot is having a Woot-off. And where can she find other albums by the Morning Benders? Oh, this isn't downloading, there's no one seeding right now.
--
It was eight forty-five and she made an attempt to start her homework.
She opened to a fresh page in her graph paper/math notebook, sketched a diamond, inscribed a narwhal curled within. She changed the dimensions a bit. She decided to go to Rite Aid and finally get that plunger to finally fix that clogged toilet.
--
It was nine fifteen and she had forgotten about her homework.
The toilet was too clogged, the plunger wasn't enough. She would email maintenance about it, and mention the hole they had left in the side access that prevented her from getting her bike out. She washed her microwave pot and made Spaghetti-Os, added way too much sprinkle cheese and shredded cheese. She opened the four-pack of Red Bull, intending to crack down on her homework.
--
It was ten o'clock and she really was starting her homework.
Shortly after laying out a quick diamond-pattern, she opened the Red Bull.
--
aaaaand it was at about that point that i focused on actually doing my homework, as opposed to writing about not doing my homework. this won't be finished, and that's okay. i finished the project around 3 and went to bed. and here's what i did:
Saturday, March 13
hair
Most of the time, she really liked her hair.
Her bangs were her favorite part. They were angled in such a way that they were shorter over her left eye, where her part was. They swooped over to the right, resting on the hinge of her glasses so that throughout the day they sort of crimped and curved to fit the shape her constant head-tossing forced them into.
She liked the bits right in front of her ears too. When she put her glasses on, she would hook her fingers up under the temples and pull those sections of hair down to fall in front of her ears and frame her jaw. Before she got a hair dryer, she would wait to do it until her hair had dried, so the bits would end up curved outwards from being forced behind her ears from her glasses.
She liked the color. Most of the time, that is. She had been dying it various kinds of red since tenth grade, and it had been so long since she'd really seen her natural hair color she was convinced it was an unflattering color. All she remembered of it was it was dark brown and boring. Once she had bleached her hair and dyed it bright orange, but that had faded to a kind of dried wheat and her roots had grown out. She liked to forget that hadn't happened, it had looked so strange.
Currently, her hair was a dark auburn. She liked how no matter how much she dyed it, her hair retained its natural highlights. She wasn't sure if it was just her hair, or if it was because she preferred natural dyes to the chemical ones.
She liked how it was cut, for the most part. If there wasn't a need to keep it the same until August, though, she knew she'd have someone cut it different, just for the change. Her bangs sloped down on both sides at different angles to a bob that hovered just above her shoulders. And every time she blow dried it, or washed it, she fretted over the length. The style was fine, it was the length that was getting bothersome. It hadn't been quite that long since the last time it had been brown. She would frequently feel the need to pull it back into some semblance of a ponytail, which more often than not ended up as a blob of hair held haphazardly up with an elastic. Recently, during a particularly boring math class, she had french braided her bangs from her part down the right side of her head and behind her ear. She wasn't sure if it looked right, but it served its purpose.
But mostly she liked how, when it was smooth and slightly curled from her new round brush, it would fall just so and she'd see someone that wasn't quite her but someone more.
Her bangs were her favorite part. They were angled in such a way that they were shorter over her left eye, where her part was. They swooped over to the right, resting on the hinge of her glasses so that throughout the day they sort of crimped and curved to fit the shape her constant head-tossing forced them into.
She liked the bits right in front of her ears too. When she put her glasses on, she would hook her fingers up under the temples and pull those sections of hair down to fall in front of her ears and frame her jaw. Before she got a hair dryer, she would wait to do it until her hair had dried, so the bits would end up curved outwards from being forced behind her ears from her glasses.
She liked the color. Most of the time, that is. She had been dying it various kinds of red since tenth grade, and it had been so long since she'd really seen her natural hair color she was convinced it was an unflattering color. All she remembered of it was it was dark brown and boring. Once she had bleached her hair and dyed it bright orange, but that had faded to a kind of dried wheat and her roots had grown out. She liked to forget that hadn't happened, it had looked so strange.
Currently, her hair was a dark auburn. She liked how no matter how much she dyed it, her hair retained its natural highlights. She wasn't sure if it was just her hair, or if it was because she preferred natural dyes to the chemical ones.
She liked how it was cut, for the most part. If there wasn't a need to keep it the same until August, though, she knew she'd have someone cut it different, just for the change. Her bangs sloped down on both sides at different angles to a bob that hovered just above her shoulders. And every time she blow dried it, or washed it, she fretted over the length. The style was fine, it was the length that was getting bothersome. It hadn't been quite that long since the last time it had been brown. She would frequently feel the need to pull it back into some semblance of a ponytail, which more often than not ended up as a blob of hair held haphazardly up with an elastic. Recently, during a particularly boring math class, she had french braided her bangs from her part down the right side of her head and behind her ear. She wasn't sure if it looked right, but it served its purpose.
But mostly she liked how, when it was smooth and slightly curled from her new round brush, it would fall just so and she'd see someone that wasn't quite her but someone more.
note on the future
sometimes i get the urge to just write stuff. like, random descriptive ideas that never end up anywhere and i never really mean for them to go anywhere. i just get ideas in my head and feel the need to expand on them.
so, i think that's what i'm going to put here. those random descriptions. rather than cluttering up my regular blog, i guess. hope that makes sense...
so, i think that's what i'm going to put here. those random descriptions. rather than cluttering up my regular blog, i guess. hope that makes sense...
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