i know about frank miller and his gritty, dark gothic style. haven’t actually read any of it though.
but any man who’s written an entire graphic novel about the battle of thermopylae is awesome. how many people in the modern world even know how to pronounce thermopylae?! how much do i love that battle?? i still hear in my mind mr. williams describing the narrow pass…xerxes and his silver footstool (or was it darius?)…thousands and thousands in the persian swarm…all up against 300 spartans. because the oh-so-popular athenians just can’t swing it unless they’ve got a man like pericles at the helm. the fucking drama of it all. loved it and still do. been wondering when anyone’d create insane epic flicks about ancient greece. i mean, man, romans are cool and all but ain’t that stuff so overdone already? (don’t think they’ve make a flick about messalina though.) so. i don’t care much to see sin city, but i will Be There the day 300 opens in the theaters. the trailer has already caused me near fainting spells. OMG.
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and then, after this flick makes a bajillion dollars in the theaters, someone’ll have to convince frank to crank out the battle of marathon. a couple flicks on the peloppensian saga. the age of pericles and his hot courtesan girlfriend. socrates. a non-fruity version of alexander. some bloody sumerian rituals. egyptians v. nubians. imhotep. seti I. hatshepsut versus thutmoses III. then we can fast forward into other such fab subjects like nero, messalina, that one farmer dude who got forced into emperorship, theodora, justinian, charlemagne, charlemagne’s brood of infantile offspring, limbourg bros, the templar betrayal, rise of the merovingians, how the plantagenets were kick ass, edward longshanks….if i don’t stop now i will be sad because so many flicks haven’t been made. damn hollywood and the un-edumacation of peoples.
i’m prepping for the moment when imma slap the bejesus out of you with my art. smack up the left and the right! geared and ready to go!!
just as soon as i make some stuff i won’t tire of staring at for the length of an entire week.
that. might take a while.
and in other asides:
- i [heart] my laptop. he’s a generic mousebot but i [heart] him.
- i [heart] my paychecks. because at the end of this month i’ll either be the owner of a badass silver/purple lava lamp or the entire gundam wing dvd series. (or maybe just new underwear??)
- i [heart] my michael kors sandals. still. always. forever.
- fabulous hair day? oh yes it has been.
oh christ honey, how can i not be so in love?!?!
totally, completely, and utterly my vehicle of choice. so much so that i will learn how to drive stick because of it.
jury duty on the morrow. BAM!! good times!!! no drinkin’ necessary!!! wheeeeeeee!!!
“Dear Diary – today I met this totally awesome chick, but get this: she’s a rebel! Suckage. Sincerely, Kian.”
…and so on and so forth.
to say that i am a fan of april, the tlj-verse, and dreamfall IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT.
i’ve a greed list that is thislooong but currently riding at the top are
1 – uninterrupted blocks of time to revamp rbsn.
2 – buy a badass silver/purple lava lamp.
absolutely imperative for maintaining my happiness with life.
i’ve just about died.
and here i thought i’d have to commission some insane spanish swordmaker to custom-wrought steel for me. which, if i ever have a bajillion to spend on such foolish nonsense, i totally would. master-wrapped katana paired to working hammer on the gunblades. like, werd, dawgs, yieah.
i spend my days in perpetual confusion (wtf with the what what?) because i suspect that my self-serving brain purposely refuses to retain understanding of accounting logic. but the brain also decides that it’s perfectly normal for a non-network person to help someone successfully backup and restore a sql database. shows you where my loyalties lie alright.
in case you were seriously asking that question, then the blunt answer is: my loyalties certainly don’t lie with you. and i suspect it never will.
of course, further along the line of honest self-examination, i wonder if this jaded outlook on life and society is because i’m too selfish to give a damn anymore. pretty much takes too much effort to want to effect a change if i’m gonna be the one who’s doing most of the work. charitable causes on my agenda do not include getting you to be less self-centered (the hypocrite in me won’t rise to the bait in case you’re wondering). building houses and schools in central america sounds like a glorious haven actually. everything else just pisses me off.
wisdom or self-confidence? i refuse to feel guilty for not getting the vibe straight off. it isn’t a difficult refusal to maintain either. because i’ll get it eventually and that eventually means i’ll get it down pretty decent. at the moment i only feel bad about possibly doling out incorrect/inefficient solutions and having to bug people who are already busy for answers to seemingly the most inane of problems. bad. but not guilty. cause i ain’t done nothing wrong yet that doesn’t fall within reasonable trainee fuckups.
i’m rather excited about tomorrow’s 12p appointment. a starting point onto somewhere i’m paving for myself, by myself. i care in a way i couldn’t care before.
and finally, this couldn’t be more true.
it figures that the weekend i go rent amityville and dune, encore will show both flicks on the telly. boo.
currently drawn into a round of tech-support. yet again. at this point, i think i qualify for a “i aint your tech-support ya n00b” type of wise-ass t-shirt from thinkgeek. which i’d only get to wear at home cuz i was a confussed lil n00b in the cubby hole today. it was so sad. wtf does p/o have to do with a/p again?! chart of accounts MY ASS!!!
right.
i’m not up for consciousness or chipperness or counting eggs or attentiveness. selling out has burned an inevitable hole in my suit of industrial-strength-anti-authority-pro-self-inflicted-chaotic-matter. one day i’ll wake up a broken man. probably living in a nice house filled with gadgets that can’t put together the pieces of my soul because, well, technology won’t ever be that advanced.
poetic eh? sure why not. i’d like to pretend that i can deal with this crap (and i do because reality demands so) but it spills out a bit every second of the day. not adverse at all to sounding whiny or juvenile. it’s part of the package y’see.
i’ll trade you 5000 apples for 3000 eggs because i can.
the ridiculous part is that i’m already planning out a list of must-buy items. but i haven’t even gotten one paycheck yet. greedy? yieah. planning ahead? definitely.
the calender hanging on the walls of my cubby says something along the lines of “get your day started before your morning coffee”. to which my reply is: fuck you, don’t even make jokes about my cawfee. that’s right. that’s teaching that calendar a thing or three about inspirational crap!
not a morning person. damn the switch around. since this gig looks like something worth the long haul imma have to upchuck my prefs. boo!
accounting sucks. i’ll employ a cpa FOREVER.
on the other hand, i found an art school located in monrovia that offers online classes for earning B.A.’s in artsy fartsy majors. so that’s super cool. my ass always pulls the run around when it comes to societal conventions like, yieah, degrees and other such nonsense. i seriously miss those art history classes and the best class right now is the business math one cuz there’s something about fulfilling the childhood dream of clicking madly away on a printing calculator. i’m really a simple gal at heart with simple, simple pleasures. in such ways, my ambitions rank below that of a potato. just to be and nothing more.
auntie pam mentioned nostalgic longing for childhood innocence when she hears the sound of kids playing in the morning. filtered through my gutter mind, this translates to “fuck maturity and wisdom, i need to regress into neanderthal to find happiness in life!”.
so yieah.
/end transmission
omgsofuckingawesome
optimus optimized: “I guess I’ll transformer into a truck now.”
how else to pay back those retarded film producers who try to shove crap onto us and call it art? (so what if michael bay produced pirates. spielberg made e.t. and then he had three jurassic hiccups.)
in the first time since ever, i’m of a mind to beta test a windows os. cuz vista sure looks sexy. but i’m unwillingly to force any of my bots through the grinder, sexy or not. at least i’ll get a genuine upgrader discount when it comes out for real.
and, in other news, i’m insane. because i sold out. amazingly it’s somehow reassuring and oh-so-damn depressing at the same time. reverting to babbling toddler stage is not a bad idea.