::snorks:: Casper and I are off to see Treasure Planet, with hopes that the film doesn’t burn up again. It was quite entertaining trying to choose a movie! Ikkle Casper only a Sophomore, so I teased him about not being able to get in to rated-R movies. He flailed a great deal and all was merry.
::giggles madly:: I had such a fun evening. You know those times when absolutlely everything is hilarious? That’s how I felt. Mum and I went to the movies — she went to Solaris and I chose Treasure Planet — and all was happy and keen. Except when the film burned up during the climax of the movie. So the theatre gave us free passes for another show, and I caught the tail end of Solaris. I had to bite my lip to stop from giggling madly as the actors rattled off strings of scientific gibberish that anyone who had taken a basic Physics class would recognize as absurd. Oh no! They’re made of Boooooooosons! ::jazz hands:: I wanted to howl “Sooooodium!”
While eating dinner afterwards, I made up a large mental list of all the Bad Physics elements I caught in that final 45 minutes, eventually concluding that 2001 and The Great Stanley rock an entire Wall-Mart aisle of socks. My mom chided me about “suspension of disbelief”, saying that some things in movies just had to be accepted, like reincarnation. I told her I had no problem with the reincarnation — my objection was to sci-fi scriptwriters plucking words out of Physics textbooks they don’t understand. Not to mention spacecraft designs that make absolutely no sense. But oh well. The cinematography in Solaris was nifty, and the plotline looked interesting.
Maybe I’ll go back and watch the first part of Solaris, then sneak out and finish Treasure Planet. Sure, we can guess what happens, but we want to see it. XD
Happy Thanksgiving. A day to remember and give thanks for our countless blessings, feasting upon a bounty of delicious, nourishing food with family and friends. And watching Pierce Brosnan slaughter countless evil cronies to the tune of violent explosions. Review of “Die Another Day” now playing in Sgt. Pepper.
::laughs:: I should check my LJ comments more often. From Emily:
i am slow and pathetic, but well-meaning, and what counts after all? :)
If our Priscilla
lived in Ankh-Morpork, she’d eat
a meat pie floater.
::beatnik snaps:: Loff to you!
My mom says the picture of Vimes in the sidebar looks like Don Quixote. I’m scared.
I wonder why I haven’t posted anything in the last few days. It’s not as if I didn’t have the free time! My school gave us this week off. ::loffs her school:: I’ve spent most of the week working on the Very Secret project (soon to be revealed!). I also saw “Casablanca” last night, mostly instigated by Monica’s Casablanca/Discworld crossover birthday card. Does it bother anyone else that no one ever says the words “Play it again, Sam”?
The continuing Birthday loff extends to Brenna. Huzzah for sexy Texan female sheriffs! ::snorks::
Alicey is wonderful.
InigoMontoya/Musketeer!Shoe kills me every time. Look at that little moustache! *delights* Aww, and Visit has a clerical collar! I’m not the only one who imagined him having one! And Vimes is highly schnoogleable. And Colon is adoreable — I feel like in a second he’s going to try to give me candy. ::hearts the lot of them::
I adore it, Alicey! ::loffs::
Because I have no voice (getting sick — ugh!), I’m now forcing my dad to do our near-nightly Night Watch readings. Let it be known that his Vimes voice is the cutest thing ever.