...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

Boo!

Today was a horrible, no-good, very bad day. First of all, I had a job interview, which is just never fun. And I had to wear shoes and they hurt my feet. And the interviewer made me wait for forty minutes and I was nervous and hungry and I got rained on and all my hair frizzled out of its braid, and it takes me ages just to persuade my hair into an approximation of braidosity and then the stupid weather had to go and ruin all my hard work and it was a really nice braid too, and in the end I got turned down for a job as a telemarketer and what kind of idiot is such a failure as a human being that even the goddamn telemarketers don't want them?

And to add insult to... well, insult, on my way home to lick my wounds, I got attacked by a Ninja Period, the kind that sneaks up on you unawares and nails you with the Throwing Stars of Cramping, beats you with the Numchucks of Uncontrollable Food Cravings and delivers the killing-blow of Oh Shit Oh Shit I Have No Change For The Tampon Machine.

And to top it off, Amazon still hasn't delivered my damn POTO dvd. However, since I own the soundtrack and given that there's so little spoken dialogue in it anyway, I'm tempted to just put on a different Gerard Butler film, hit mute and play the soundtrack in the background. I'm thinking Reign of Fire, just because Phantom + dragons seems an exciting mix. I can picture it now; Raoul and Christine exchanging declarations of love atop the Opera House, when suddenly a huge dragon swoops down and bites Raouls head off. Christine screams and cries while Gerard Butler and Christian Bale kiss passionately in the foreground. Yup. That would rock.

Doodeedoo.

Watched Reign of Fire this afternoon - Creedy was actually in it a whole lot more than I thought he was. So that was good. Had completely forgotten the scene where Quinn and Creedy reenact the "I am your father!" scene from Star Wars - Christian Bale doing the Darth Vader breathing had me in stitches, and the general cuteness of them made me squeal so loudly that Thlayli jumped up on the sofa to see what I found so amusing. Of course, he's never actually seen Star Wars, so I suspect much of the humour was lost on him.

Other memorable moments included Crazy Dragonhunter Man and Co. showing up and Creedy declaring that "There's only one thing worse than a dragon: Americans," and Quinn going down to meet them and saying that if anything happens to him, Creedy knows what to do, and Creedy going "Yea- *pause* No, I have no idea."

So yes, Reign of Fire was lovely and much better than I remember it being.

Attila, on the other hand, is awful. I mean, really, really awful. Gerard Butler has this bizarre Scottish-American hybrid accent which makes my teeth itch, and it's all very, very bad. On the plus side, he does have lovely hair and spends a lot of his time in various states of undress, so it wasn't a total loss.

Think I may have to continue with Gerry Butler-themed watchery by watching Timeline and laughing at Paul Walker for a) having exactly the same hairstyle he had in those movies with Vin Diesel and the cars, and b) being a completely useless character whose sole achievement is, and here I quote Brother Wilhelm, "breaking down walls in a stupid American way".

Oooh, lookie what I nicked from imbeiaiel:

Comment and I'll ...

1. Tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
2. Tell you what celebrity/public/fictional person you remind me of, either personality-wise or looks-wise.
3. Give you one word that I associate with you when I think of you.
4. Tell you what colour(s) I associate with you.

Most productive day yesterday: whilst noodling 'round Borders waiting for friends to show up, discovered that they have At Last got more copies of POTO in. So YAY Eriky goodness for me. Also bought Inkheart by Cordelia Funke and Dracula 2001, which while being a terrible film, has the dual redeeming features of Johnny 'Sulky McByronpants' Lee Miller and Gerard 'Mister Sexypants Phantom' Butler.

Plus Virgin didn't have Reign of Fire or American Psycho. Le pout.

Also, in amazingly unFroodlish display of willpower, managed to resist buying their only copy of Dario Argento's Phantom of the Opera , despite urgings of nefarious companions. My newly-forged iron will LAUGHS IN THEIR FACES. Then it runs out of Virgin and away from temptation.

All lectures were cancelled today, so decided to make cauliflower cheese (very tasty), play with Thlayli (fully clothed, to prevent a repeat of the Underwear Incident), and read Neal Stephenson's "Quicksilver" (would probably enjoy it more if I hadn't seen Escaflowne, and therefore prone to imagining Issac Newton as a floating head with a beard full of rollers and also to muttering "You killed Folken!" at random moments).

In other news, finally got to see the new Sherlock Holmes film that aired over Christmas... ( Read more... )