Tuesday, August 20, 2002
Ahh... look at this! Two blogs in one day! You guys are so lucky that you don't even know it.
See, the heinous little brother is away watching some boring baseball, so he isn't bugging me to get off the computer. The absence of his malicious whining and self-riteous anger is like the sweet scent of lilacs hanging lightly in the air. In other words, I love it!
I just saw Run Lola Run. Wow. It was incredible. Awesome. As in, awe-inspiring awesome. I. N. C. R. E. D. I. B. L. E. It was a little bit like Sliding Doors premise-wise, but it was such a totally different movie that I didn't even notice it until I thought about it. My mother likened it to Memento, but if you're going to compare it to anything it would be Sliding Doors. Sliding Doors was a good movie. Run Lola Run is a great movie.
I mean, just great. The cinematography is breathtaking. The camera angles and the colors conspire together to completely and perfectly hold you attention and keep you right in the story, right in there with Lola and Manni et. al. The snapshots! O man, those were magnificent! Looked at from a filming point of view, it's a work of art, really.
From a writing point of view, it's also a masterpiece. Not because of the dialogue, which is simple and not overdone. No, it's because of the way that the dialogue is used. It never overshadows the action. It lets you know what's going on without interfering with what's happening in the movie. The only times there is a lot of talking, there is also a lot of funky color and angle action going on, so that you know the character is standing still, but you don't feel still at all.
The movie never really stops moving, and you never get tired of it, even though you think, once you see the idea of it all, that you might get bored. I assure you, you don't. The movie is exciting, flawlessly written, flawlessly acted, flawlessly filmed, flawlessly executed.
If you haven't seen it yet, cat o cat, you don't know what you're missing. I sure didn't. But now I am damn glad I saw it.
If I had four paws up to give it, I would give it four paws up.
And the soundtrack is really cool too, if you like the whole techno thing, which I kind of do.
Anyways.
I got new sneakers. I know that you all care so much, but you know what? Tough kibble. They're blue. Hopefully I can break them in quickly, preferably before school starts up. Which gives me what, a week? A little less? Catdamned school, starting so catdamned early. Arrgh.
I also got 3, read me, 3 new books today. All Orson Scott Card, all in the Ender series. I'll probably finish the series before the summer ends. I happened to enjoy the first 3 very much. If you've ever read Ender's Game, you know what I mean, because that book kicks salamander bum. If you read it and didn't like it, then you suck salamander bum. There are no two ways about it.
Hmm. Tuesday night. There's nothing to do on a Tuesday night, really.
I have been wondering for a while, who really reads this crazy publication? I mean, I know Helene and Liz do. And yes, you nutso people from California, I get your emails. But that's not much of an audience. I am rather interested in seeing who's bothering to read about Feline Anarchy and other such entertaining topics. Well, if you feel like enlightening me, you can give me a 'shout out' (to put it lamely) at siamesecats@meowmail.com. I would probably appreciate it. But only if you feel like it, mind you.
Sigh, well, yes, I need to wake up early tomorrow. What's your point? I should get offline and go to bed? Ah, what do you know about sleep anyways? Sleep isn't 6 and a half measely hours. Sleep is 12 hours, half a day, like it was meant to be, just nice, proper unconciousness for a good 11 or 12 hours. 10 if it's a busy day. That's what sleep should be, not this pansy 8 hours a night business. You don't know a damn thing about sleep. Cats know what sleep is all about.
That said, I think I'll go to bed.
9:31 PM
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