In Which Germs Knock Me Out
Jun. 23rd, 2007 07:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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toysdream has already reported in his journal, we've both been sick. I've also been wrestling with a larger ennui, all out of sorts and upset with the world and a lot of things in it. I hate feeling like I'm neglecting my flist, especially when there's such great conversations to be had and friendships that need keeping up with, but as antisocial and uncreative I feel at the moment, it's probably best that I lurk. Hopefully, some energy will return once I kick this cold. In the meantime, my best thoughts to you all.
And now, just so I'm not totally wasting your time, a bit of this and that.
Power Rangers: Operation Overdrive
I must go on record as being kind of annoyed by the most recent addition the Operation Overdrive team, a boring blondy-blond alien pretty boy with a Tragic Past (TM). I yawn, especially since he used to be a much more interesting lizard-skinned Conflicted!Monster character. Sigh.
Anyway, the other team members are much cuter in their cartoon-colored character quirks. In today's episode, the Rangers went on a talk show for a segment called "the heroes behind the helmets" - this is something I've always wanted to see done in a Buffyfic, by the way, in some kind of alterna-universe where the Slayers were "out" heroes. Since this particular team mostly consists of people who were already stars in their respective fields before they pulled on the spandex - a race car driver, a master thief-for-hire, a genius who was a child prodigy, etc. - they're all pretty comfortable with fame except for the guy who used to work as a stunt man. Because as much as he wants to be the star and not the stunt double, he's just not used to having the camera pointed at him. CUTE.
I am sometimes easy to please.
Vocabulary Fun
germaine_pet coined a new word for me today ; adorkable. So appropriate. I've already added it to my active vocabulary, along with recent additions: airwolf (adj.), courtesy of Dave's Long Box, and dicksmoke (n.), courtesy of Airheads, the movie, which I rewatched the other night in an oddly sychronicitous double-feature with Shaun of the Dead. Check it: both films start right off with the everyman protagonist (I'll allow "aspiring rocker" as an everyman character) being dumped by his girlfriend as a loser, and goes on to spend the rest of the movie proving himself, and getting her back. Huh! Crowd of zombies wanting to eat you = crowd of metal fans wanting to cheer you on? Who knew?
Irwin Allen and Mondegreens
This sentiment was prompted by AMC playing Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea as part of a classic sci-fi and horror marathon the other day. For those who haven't seen it (or heard its syrupy opening music - holy lounge lizards, Batman!), it's a submarine movie, not totally unlike Disney's rendition of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, although when Irwin Allen tackles Jules Verne-style sci-fi, it was less with the deep thoughts about human nature and more about more straightforward "what if" stuff. Hey, what if you were in a high rise, and it caught on fire? What if you were on a cruise ship, and it rolled over? What if you were on a submarine, and you surfaced, and OMG THE SKY WAS ON FIRE!?!?
I heart Irwin Allen. Seriously, the dude made movies about questions that five-year-old kids might ask, and you could do a LOT worse as an excuse for snazzy special effects. Because it was those ideas, even more than the spectacles, that stuck in the mind.
Speaking of ideas that stick in the mind, I heard the old song "I'd Really Love to See You Tonight" (1976, #2 in the U.S.!) playing at a restaurant the other day, and just because I'd never been able to figure out the lyrics to one of the lines ("I'm not talking 'bout... Bolivia?"), I ended up Googling a line I was sure of, and got pointed to a number of pages on the misheard lyrics of England Dan and John Ford Coley. Not only was I a long way from the only person who heard "Bolivia," the line I'd thought I'd had right was another mondegreen.
Dig it: the line I'd assumed since childhood was "there's a warm wind blowing the stars around" is actually supposed to be "there's a warm wind blowing, the stars are out." Which unfortunately just goes to prove that Messrs Dan and Coley were definitely not poets and simply did not know it. Windblown stars is a poetic image. The true line is unimaginative, and since it was not sung with a pause where the comma is, it's also a metric cheat.
This adds up to: a sobering reminder that what you write and what people perceive are sometimes two different things, and the result may have nothing to do with the inherent talent of either. The image of a night so romantic that the wind moves the stars can be laid at the door of two guys with a tin ear, and they didn't even write that. Food for thought!
Stargate SG-1, Stargate: Atlantis, and Spike: Shadow Puppets
Okay, eventually, I'll be doing longer writeups on all these - I've got a file underway - but today's energy may be spent. As placeholder text, I offer these nibbles.
The LAST-EVA episode of Stargate SG-1
A super-sized "Meh." And was it REALLY necessary to turn Daniel Jackson into a world-class A-hole?
Stargate: Atlantis
Flying Altantis = Lost in Space. And the Weir phase-out is not being handled all that gracefully, is it?
Spike: Shadow Puppets
Thumbs up. Dude, it's a really good comic. I'll have more to say on this later, re: why, but in the meantime, go read and enjoy. Spend $$ on it. It's worth it.
toysdream has already reported in his journal, we've both been sick. I've also been wrestling with a larger ennui, all out of sorts and upset with the world and a lot of things in it. I hate feeling like I'm neglecting my flist, especially when there's such great conversations to be had and friendships that need keeping up with, but as antisocial and uncreative I feel at the moment, it's probably best that I lurk. Hopefully, some energy will return once I kick this cold. In the meantime, my best thoughts to you all.And now, just so I'm not totally wasting your time, a bit of this and that.
Power Rangers: Operation Overdrive
I must go on record as being kind of annoyed by the most recent addition the Operation Overdrive team, a boring blondy-blond alien pretty boy with a Tragic Past (TM). I yawn, especially since he used to be a much more interesting lizard-skinned Conflicted!Monster character. Sigh.
Anyway, the other team members are much cuter in their cartoon-colored character quirks. In today's episode, the Rangers went on a talk show for a segment called "the heroes behind the helmets" - this is something I've always wanted to see done in a Buffyfic, by the way, in some kind of alterna-universe where the Slayers were "out" heroes. Since this particular team mostly consists of people who were already stars in their respective fields before they pulled on the spandex - a race car driver, a master thief-for-hire, a genius who was a child prodigy, etc. - they're all pretty comfortable with fame except for the guy who used to work as a stunt man. Because as much as he wants to be the star and not the stunt double, he's just not used to having the camera pointed at him. CUTE.
I am sometimes easy to please.
Vocabulary Fun
germaine_pet coined a new word for me today ; adorkable. So appropriate. I've already added it to my active vocabulary, along with recent additions: airwolf (adj.), courtesy of Dave's Long Box, and dicksmoke (n.), courtesy of Airheads, the movie, which I rewatched the other night in an oddly sychronicitous double-feature with Shaun of the Dead. Check it: both films start right off with the everyman protagonist (I'll allow "aspiring rocker" as an everyman character) being dumped by his girlfriend as a loser, and goes on to spend the rest of the movie proving himself, and getting her back. Huh! Crowd of zombies wanting to eat you = crowd of metal fans wanting to cheer you on? Who knew?Irwin Allen and Mondegreens
This sentiment was prompted by AMC playing Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea as part of a classic sci-fi and horror marathon the other day. For those who haven't seen it (or heard its syrupy opening music - holy lounge lizards, Batman!), it's a submarine movie, not totally unlike Disney's rendition of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, although when Irwin Allen tackles Jules Verne-style sci-fi, it was less with the deep thoughts about human nature and more about more straightforward "what if" stuff. Hey, what if you were in a high rise, and it caught on fire? What if you were on a cruise ship, and it rolled over? What if you were on a submarine, and you surfaced, and OMG THE SKY WAS ON FIRE!?!?
I heart Irwin Allen. Seriously, the dude made movies about questions that five-year-old kids might ask, and you could do a LOT worse as an excuse for snazzy special effects. Because it was those ideas, even more than the spectacles, that stuck in the mind.
Speaking of ideas that stick in the mind, I heard the old song "I'd Really Love to See You Tonight" (1976, #2 in the U.S.!) playing at a restaurant the other day, and just because I'd never been able to figure out the lyrics to one of the lines ("I'm not talking 'bout... Bolivia?"), I ended up Googling a line I was sure of, and got pointed to a number of pages on the misheard lyrics of England Dan and John Ford Coley. Not only was I a long way from the only person who heard "Bolivia," the line I'd thought I'd had right was another mondegreen.
Dig it: the line I'd assumed since childhood was "there's a warm wind blowing the stars around" is actually supposed to be "there's a warm wind blowing, the stars are out." Which unfortunately just goes to prove that Messrs Dan and Coley were definitely not poets and simply did not know it. Windblown stars is a poetic image. The true line is unimaginative, and since it was not sung with a pause where the comma is, it's also a metric cheat.
This adds up to: a sobering reminder that what you write and what people perceive are sometimes two different things, and the result may have nothing to do with the inherent talent of either. The image of a night so romantic that the wind moves the stars can be laid at the door of two guys with a tin ear, and they didn't even write that. Food for thought!
Stargate SG-1, Stargate: Atlantis, and Spike: Shadow Puppets
Okay, eventually, I'll be doing longer writeups on all these - I've got a file underway - but today's energy may be spent. As placeholder text, I offer these nibbles.
The LAST-EVA episode of Stargate SG-1
A super-sized "Meh." And was it REALLY necessary to turn Daniel Jackson into a world-class A-hole?
Stargate: Atlantis
Flying Altantis = Lost in Space. And the Weir phase-out is not being handled all that gracefully, is it?
Spike: Shadow Puppets
Thumbs up. Dude, it's a really good comic. I'll have more to say on this later, re: why, but in the meantime, go read and enjoy. Spend $$ on it. It's worth it.
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Date: 2007-06-25 07:40 am (UTC)And was it REALLY necessary to turn Daniel Jackson into a world-class A-hole?
I know! I was hopping mad about that.
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Date: 2007-06-25 08:04 am (UTC)Oh, it was "I'm not talkin' 'bout movin' in." It's way too many syllables for the line, which is why the "'bout movin' in" part blurs into nonsense.
Eventually, I'll have more rantage to air about the Daniel Jackson thing. Not just because that scene offended me, but because after a huge emo scene like that, we then segue to 50 years of no conflict? Lame!