Monday, May 27, 2002
My cat sits on the floor and blinks at me with his magnificently blue eyes.
Not today but maybe tomorrow.
Hmmmm. There is math homework to be done. However, I do not particularily feel up to wrestling with matrices just now.
Saw Star Wars. OK, now I will admit that there was plenty of stuff in the middle that could have been done away with. And Hayden Christiansen is not a good actor. Not at all. Natalie Portman was a little better, but if you ask me, she had lost all of the poise that she had in Episode I in favor of giggly girlishness, and that detracted from her role.
But! I did like it. I think that the redeeming factors saved the movie from a bad script, and two highly mediocre leads. The redeeming factors are as follows:
1) Yoda. Yoda. Yoda. You see the movie and you'll know what I mean. He kicks ass.
2) The effects. They were, for the most part, good. Cool. The fighting scenes were pretty good, the flying in space scenes were pretty good, and the CGI critters were admirable (I especially liked the chef and the cloners).
3) Jango Fett. He was cool. I always liked Boba Fett in the originals, so I guess it's only natural that I would be pretty psyched about Jango.
4) Obi-Wan. Ewan McGregor is just a damn good actor, whether he's singing in Moulin Rouge or parlying with a light saber in Episode II.
So if you haven't seen it yet, go see it. It's worth it. But if you have to get up and go to the bathroom at some point, do it during one of the Anakin/Padme scenes. That way you won't miss anything.
~*~Soot in my hair and stars in my hands.~*~
Wow! I just went outside to put out a bug that had gotten in. It's really warm out! I hadn't realized that it was warm out today! Maybe I'll go do my math homework outside, in the hopes that the fresh air will keep me from dying horribly from boredom and incomprehension.
Time ticks away on the longest day.
Wanna break away on the longest day.
iTunes is my friend. O yes, it is. I love it unconditionally.
My brother has a soccer tournament today. That means that no one in my family will be home until around 4. Ah, blessèd solitude.
The big plastic heron on my front lawn is watched most closely by Miranda on the windowsill.
A whole bunch of goldfinches just flew by the window. They swerved a little over the road and came to rest in the tree across the street, whose twisted limbs are encrusted with dark pink flowers.
I can't wait to see: Minority Report; Men in Black II; both new Matrix movies (Matrices?).
The orange of the walls reflects eerily in the silver shelf brackets.
O yea. Speaking of shelf brackets! This happened on... umm, it must've been Friday.
My bookshelves underwent gravitational collapse. I kid you not. All of a sudden, of their own volition, they came a-crashing down. I had just enough time to get all of the picture frames off before the shelves decided that they had had enough and cascaded down, mostly onto me. If you've ever been in my room you know that that's a whole heck of a lot of books. And the shelves weren't exactly lightweights either. It was a fairly painful experience.
Plus the fact that now there was a huge mass of books piled haphazardly on the floor, making the floor impassable. This state persisted until my mother got fed up with it and painstakingly stacked them all up in little piles. So now my floor is covered with piles of books, but at least you can walk in there. Where would I be without my industrious mother? I would not be in my room, that much is certain.
Why did the bookshelves suddenly and without warning implode? Well. I think that they just underwent gravitational collapse, due to the rather prodigious amount of books on them. Or they could have, in the approximate words of Douglas Adams, "just got fundamentally fed up with being where they were".
I think that I will go and do that math homework after all.