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So I took my laptop in to the CMU tech center. They said it might be a day or two before they figure out what’s going on with it, so that’s going to be a day or two that I have no way to either work on my novel or write my creepy monster fanfic. My poor, poor laptop…my entire life is on there. All my stories and poems and music and, most importantly, conversations with people online.
At least it’s not chocolate sauce. Oh man, I really hope it didn’t get into the computer itself…the keys aren’t working very well. I have the worst luck with spilling shit on expensive laptops. :fretfretfret:
And if that didn’t make me nervous enough, my dad decided to wake me up at 9 AM to tell me to get a job. Why does Dad never call me to tell me anything good? It’s never “Rachel, I’ve decided to give you a weekly allowance of a hundred dollars” or “Rachel, Tor Books called and they want you to sign a contract for a three-book series.” No, it’s always, “Rachel, Grandpa’s dead!” or “Rachel, I’m marrying some blonde twit” or “Rachel, if you don’t get a job by next semester you can’t go to Central anymore.” I have enough trouble getting things done as it is. I’m going to ask if I can be a deskie, ‘cause you can keep weird hours, and I seldom do anything from between 12 to 3 that I can’t do perfectly well at a desk instead of sitting in my room alone watching Adult Swim cartoons that suck but that I am too lazy to turn off.
Ah, enough whining. I’m still glowing over getting stuff in the mail. I put the Jeff Combs autograph over my desk and also the dinosaur drawing![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ghostgecko sent me and I get warm fuzzies when I look at both of them. ‘cause…well, yeah. Heh. (Note: Thank you thank you thank you Lew.)
On to movie reviews before I get totally incoherent!
Rocky Horror Picture Show: At the downtown theatre. Took Kathryn, who’d never gone before; she’s scared of crowds, so she kept gripping my hand whenever people threw things. She eased up a bit during the Time Warp, and actually danced a little. Felt like drawing pictures of various characters in Rocky Horror garb, but then remembered that I can’t draw.
The Bride of Frankenstein: Cute little Shelley/Shelley/Byron threesome envelope story at the beginning actually gave me an idea for a Re-Animator fanfic I’ve been trying to work on, but that is neither here nor there. The little people in the jars were bizarre. Cute, but bizarre. That part reminded me ofghostgecko’s One Last Temptation Before Bedtime fic.
Somewhere, I have a greeting card that has a picture of a Frankenstein monster on a slab, grinning lasciviously, with a Bride of Frankenstein girl, dressed in sexy lingerie, screaming at him. The inside of the card says, “We were made for each other.” In light of the homoerotic content of Frankenstein stories, I find it telling that the female creature who was, literally, made for the male, would be so scared of him.
An American Werewolf in London: Was on AMC. The little blurb at the beginning said it was edited for content, but the gore and sex seemed to be intact, so I think it was just a few bleeped swearwords. It was actually a fairly absorbing movie. The transformation scenes were really good, as far as I can judge, and the dead best friend was pretty cool. The Stormtrooper (?) attack scene was weirdly amusing.
Ginger Snaps: VERY good movie. The menstruation/lycanthropy parallels are seldom explored in werewolf movies, which is just a shame; I’ve only read one story that did it, and then in a rather tasteless way. The theme of puberty and turning into a teenage monster is surprisingly universal…particularly the animalistic nature of a teenage girl just discovering her own strength. I almost want to write femmeslash for this. Instead, I’ll just see if they have the sequels at Video Land. (Then I write femmeslash.)
Friday the Thirteenth: The Final Chapter: Kids flirting until they all get killed. Meh. I only watched it up until the point where Jimmy got hacked in the face. Crispin was cute in this one. Very dorky, very not-getting-it. “I’m a dead fuck?” His dance scene seemed to be based on the mating dance of some exotic, gawky bird.
Bubba Ho-Tep: Unfortunately, I only got the tape for this one (and also for “Cannibal”), and so no director’s commentary. Nevertheless, I enjoyed it immensely. Bruce Campbell Elvis and black JFK team up to fight a mummy in a retirement home. Surprisingly poignant in parts, and an excellent reminder that the very old can still kick ass.
Cannibal: The Musical: Having gotten a videotape instead of a DVD, I had to sit through about a half-hour of previews for other Troma movies, including one called “Attack of the Killer Condoms!” I have decided to stay away from any movie that has a Playboy bunny in its cast as a selling point.
The movie? So damn funny. SO damn funny. The song “Shpadoinkle” sounded almost exactly like Stan’s first song from the South Park movie. Even if you don’t know the connection, it is fairly obvious that it’s the same “South Park” brand of humor. I don’t mean the potty jokes, either; there’s something about the odd mix of blithe, innocent, oblivious characters and other characters who are much more realistic and self-aware…ok, I’m going to shut up before I get all post-modern. But I was immensely amused by the movie.
Doctor Mordid: Master of the Unknown: To quoteevillunch, I CAME. Oh my GOD but Jeff Combs is SUCH an awesome actor and is SO DAMN CUTE CUTE CUTE particularly when he smiles and even when it’s not a sarcastic Herbert West smile. :meltmeltmelt: The rest of the movie that didn’t directly involve me squeeing over Jeff? Was good. Mordrid’s study was very, very cool. The dinosaur skeleton coming to life at the end was very, very, very, very cool. The plot seemed kinda like it could have been a Mage: The Awakening module…but oh my God was Jeff good in this.
At least it’s not chocolate sauce. Oh man, I really hope it didn’t get into the computer itself…the keys aren’t working very well. I have the worst luck with spilling shit on expensive laptops. :fretfretfret:
And if that didn’t make me nervous enough, my dad decided to wake me up at 9 AM to tell me to get a job. Why does Dad never call me to tell me anything good? It’s never “Rachel, I’ve decided to give you a weekly allowance of a hundred dollars” or “Rachel, Tor Books called and they want you to sign a contract for a three-book series.” No, it’s always, “Rachel, Grandpa’s dead!” or “Rachel, I’m marrying some blonde twit” or “Rachel, if you don’t get a job by next semester you can’t go to Central anymore.” I have enough trouble getting things done as it is. I’m going to ask if I can be a deskie, ‘cause you can keep weird hours, and I seldom do anything from between 12 to 3 that I can’t do perfectly well at a desk instead of sitting in my room alone watching Adult Swim cartoons that suck but that I am too lazy to turn off.
Ah, enough whining. I’m still glowing over getting stuff in the mail. I put the Jeff Combs autograph over my desk and also the dinosaur drawing
ghostgecko sent me and I get warm fuzzies when I look at both of them. ‘cause…well, yeah. Heh. (Note: Thank you thank you thank you Lew.) On to movie reviews before I get totally incoherent!
Rocky Horror Picture Show: At the downtown theatre. Took Kathryn, who’d never gone before; she’s scared of crowds, so she kept gripping my hand whenever people threw things. She eased up a bit during the Time Warp, and actually danced a little. Felt like drawing pictures of various characters in Rocky Horror garb, but then remembered that I can’t draw.
The Bride of Frankenstein: Cute little Shelley/Shelley/Byron threesome envelope story at the beginning actually gave me an idea for a Re-Animator fanfic I’ve been trying to work on, but that is neither here nor there. The little people in the jars were bizarre. Cute, but bizarre. That part reminded me of
ghostgecko’s One Last Temptation Before Bedtime fic. Somewhere, I have a greeting card that has a picture of a Frankenstein monster on a slab, grinning lasciviously, with a Bride of Frankenstein girl, dressed in sexy lingerie, screaming at him. The inside of the card says, “We were made for each other.” In light of the homoerotic content of Frankenstein stories, I find it telling that the female creature who was, literally, made for the male, would be so scared of him.
An American Werewolf in London: Was on AMC. The little blurb at the beginning said it was edited for content, but the gore and sex seemed to be intact, so I think it was just a few bleeped swearwords. It was actually a fairly absorbing movie. The transformation scenes were really good, as far as I can judge, and the dead best friend was pretty cool. The Stormtrooper (?) attack scene was weirdly amusing.
Ginger Snaps: VERY good movie. The menstruation/lycanthropy parallels are seldom explored in werewolf movies, which is just a shame; I’ve only read one story that did it, and then in a rather tasteless way. The theme of puberty and turning into a teenage monster is surprisingly universal…particularly the animalistic nature of a teenage girl just discovering her own strength. I almost want to write femmeslash for this. Instead, I’ll just see if they have the sequels at Video Land. (Then I write femmeslash.)
Friday the Thirteenth: The Final Chapter: Kids flirting until they all get killed. Meh. I only watched it up until the point where Jimmy got hacked in the face. Crispin was cute in this one. Very dorky, very not-getting-it. “I’m a dead fuck?” His dance scene seemed to be based on the mating dance of some exotic, gawky bird.
Bubba Ho-Tep: Unfortunately, I only got the tape for this one (and also for “Cannibal”), and so no director’s commentary. Nevertheless, I enjoyed it immensely. Bruce Campbell Elvis and black JFK team up to fight a mummy in a retirement home. Surprisingly poignant in parts, and an excellent reminder that the very old can still kick ass.
Cannibal: The Musical: Having gotten a videotape instead of a DVD, I had to sit through about a half-hour of previews for other Troma movies, including one called “Attack of the Killer Condoms!” I have decided to stay away from any movie that has a Playboy bunny in its cast as a selling point.
The movie? So damn funny. SO damn funny. The song “Shpadoinkle” sounded almost exactly like Stan’s first song from the South Park movie. Even if you don’t know the connection, it is fairly obvious that it’s the same “South Park” brand of humor. I don’t mean the potty jokes, either; there’s something about the odd mix of blithe, innocent, oblivious characters and other characters who are much more realistic and self-aware…ok, I’m going to shut up before I get all post-modern. But I was immensely amused by the movie.
Doctor Mordid: Master of the Unknown: To quote
evillunch, I CAME. Oh my GOD but Jeff Combs is SUCH an awesome actor and is SO DAMN CUTE CUTE CUTE particularly when he smiles and even when it’s not a sarcastic Herbert West smile. :meltmeltmelt: The rest of the movie that didn’t directly involve me squeeing over Jeff? Was good. Mordrid’s study was very, very cool. The dinosaur skeleton coming to life at the end was very, very, very, very cool. The plot seemed kinda like it could have been a Mage: The Awakening module…but oh my God was Jeff good in this.