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| Pirates of Caribbean 3: My review |
| 05.31.07 (11:29 am) [edit] |
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Is that how it's spelled? Who cares. I had a weird dream about the ride last night possibly because I saw the movie on Tuesday at the drive-in (I would still like to know who thought putting an outdoor movie theatre right on next to train tracks and under a major flight path was a great idea). It's the first movie I've paid to see since The 40-Year-Old Virgin.
I'm still not sure how I feel about it. I think I have to see it again (which I won't do anytime soon). There is certainly no shortage of action or eye candy, which is good in this post-MTV, visual-over-verbal period. If you haven't seen it yet, you might want to read the plot on Wikipedia first or at least follow along with it as you watch. I could have done without one or two betrayals. But at least there doesn't seem to be any scene that doesn't go anywhere (like the cannibal bit in the first one, funny, actiony, but completely irrelevant). It seems to make up for Jack Sparrow having a weaker role in the film they put more Jack Sparrows to make up for it. Like the part when he's hallucinating in the beginning, I seriously thought he might have accidentally crawled into his own brain hole like that part in Being John Malkovich. It has a rather sad/bittersweet ending; the whole movie is darker and less frivolous than the previous. The scene at the end of the credits didn't really make it much less sad. And I didn't entirely believe that the pirate chaser was so stunned at the turn of events he just went into a stupor and didn't fight back. Elizabeth (in the first) starts off weak as a spoiled girl who needs rescuing by men, in 2, goes off on her own and does things her way keeping up with the boys, in 3, manages to become Pirate King, but at the end, she becomes a weak woman waiting for her man again. (From a feminist perspective, this is a rather pathetic ending for a Pirate King). I thought it was a little odd that all 4 main characters at some point got to be a captain of a boat. (YAY! Everyone's a winner!) As a fan of Disneyland, I liked how they (briefly) had actual dialogue from the ride in the movie. There's enough different voices in the ride (although most of them by 2 or 3 men) they could have had more tho, even in those 2 seconds. And yes, Keith Richards was briefly in it. (Of course, a train chose that moment to go by, and not an Amtrak one either). I liked that they let him wear his own jewelry and play guitar. Current Mood:  I wish my husband would wake up so we can do some stuff. But he's been getting up very early everyday for the last week so I guess I shouldn't complain too loud.
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| Story of our Life |
| 05.25.07 (7:16 pm) [edit] |
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So, Jeremy has just started a new job at Target making $9.50/h and mostly guaranteeing 40 hours. Yay. Life might finally good!
Of course, since nothing can ever be good with us. With every good thing that ever happens to us must be immediately eclipsed by bad news...y'know, to keep life from being too slightly-more-comfortable . This isn't pessimism, just sad our reality. My hours have been cut, despite that my availability is now completely open (which usually works to ones advantage), and people who have been there for about 5-8 months less than me are getting 40 and 38 hours and I've got 29 hours. (Might be because one of them is fucking the produce manager, who is too old for her). And there's no need to worry about whether Memorial Day is one of those paid-extra holidays because I have it off. Apparently it was "fuck the people who have been there the longest week" because another guy, who rarely gets much less than 40 hours and has been there about 3 years only got 32 this week. Of course, as when this always happens, I have requested time off, one day the following week to take my in-laws to San Francisco (and my favorite place in the city, Alcatraz) probably only 30 hours that week, and then Las Vegas for 4 days the week after that (i'm gonna go see Spamalot!) so I'm in no position to bitch right now. I really really really don't understand why things just can't go good. Why the good news can't come without a bad news. Our luck makes me believe there is an almighty deity in this world because he's got a fucked up sense of humor. Current Mood:  frustrated
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| Wasting time |
| 05.24.07 (5:39 pm) [edit] |
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(I know this also is a waste of time, so don't point that out).
I feel I have been very lazy these last few days. Yes, I drove home Monday night and hung out at my mom's house for the first time since Christmas and came back and worked yesterday, but other than that, I haven't done a damn thing. I'm setting myself up for some very bad habbits of not drawing/painting this summer. And there is no naked people tonight. Here are my laughable art plans for summer: Finish the forest scene worth a pending grade (which the thought of rehashing makes me sick to my stomach) Finish Jeremy sleeping in the pool (a worthy, if meaningless, portfolio addition) Paint some sunflowers for my mother-in-law Paint some lilacs for my mom (if I can find them) Paint the Hopper self portrait I rendered in charcoal so long ago Draw at museums (we live in walking distance of an Egyptian one for some reason!).  Paint monochrome Jeremy holding our hamster(That photo would be not monochrome, yet) Go to Santa Cruz boardwalk and paint some colorful (yet fading) building Go to the Santa Cruz Boardwalk and paint that red shack (or whatever it is) that is visible from the boardwalk Go to Crissy Field and paint Golden Gate bridge. Those last three are not as ambitious as they sound since the paintings are only about 2X3". Did I ever post the mermaid I painted from life when I got backed into by a van? No? Hmm. Current Mood:  warm. The hamster is warm too. She doesn't sleep in her wheel (like we never wanted her to) when it's warm.And now, to do something with this nearly-lost day. |
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| Core Meltdown Averted |
| 05.18.07 (1:09 pm) [edit] |
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The thing my mom sent me that was in LA yesterday is here today. It came at 8:50 this morning. I am relieved.
Turn it in this afternoon, I'll be done with school! I want to celebrate, tho (and by celebrate I mean go out and drink with friends, but not my cousin, a cocky, self-centered, jerk. Unfortunately, he is my husband's only friend here). I guess this isn't anything worth celebrating, it's just another pointless semester. I feel like I should be doing something. I've been here bored most of the morning. It's wonderful!! |
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| USPS, and Fed Ex |
| 05.18.07 (12:05 am) [edit] |
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So, as I previously mentioned, I found out for some reason, the post office can't overnight things to a small town. People in small towns are I guess too slow, or backwards to possibly need anything the next day. And I am still wondering what one does when one lives in the middle of nowhere; since there is no big city, you must be able to get it overnight with no city to get in the way.
Fed Ex seemed to be the quickest easiest alternative. They were able to ship overnight to the small town where my mom lives. She Fed Ex'ed the thing back Wednesday morning, due to arrive this morning. At about 3:00 this afternoon, I finally called my mom and got the tracking number and looked it up online. It is in Los Angeles! Los Fucking Angeles! Apparently, the correct zip code was written down when my mom was there, but somebody entered the wrong zip code so now it's in Los Angeles My good friend, Patty Crowe, guaranteed it would be here by 10:00 tomorrow morning...4 hours before I have to be in my class, and 3 hours before I have to be on the bus to the last class of the semester. A. It would have been faster, cheaper, easier to drive home with everything, hang out for a bit, and drive home the same day. B. Apparently both the post office and Fed Ex suck. Next time I need to try UPS or DHL. I nobody has offered me or my mom a partial refund for the extra day this is going to take. I find that...disappointing. Current Mood:   stressed, and disappointed, very very disappointed
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| Thought(s) for the day |
| 05.17.07 (1:10 pm) [edit] |
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If you are not outraged you are not paying attention.
I you are not frightened, you are not paying attention. I'm still not sure how I feel about the movie Hot Fuzz. It's hard to watch a Van Halen music video and think of Spinal Tap. What happened in the 80's should stay in the 80's (i'm talking to you, clunky neon jewelry). |
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| Scam Averted...again |
| 05.15.07 (9:35 pm) [edit] |
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Those people with the Caribbean cruise called back. (Different person) she did use the word, "Win" versus "selected to receive." She didn't want to tell me what she wanted until after denying several times my husband was not there (which, wandering around the parking lot was not a lie).
She finally told me it was for the Imperial Majesty. To which I responded, "So, what is that? Like a four-star cruise?" After a long pause she responded with a slighyly more irritated, "When can we call Jeremy back?" (Forewarned is forearmed). She insisted that she hear from him that he be taken off the list. (How she knew for a fact that it was Jeremy saying he wanted to be taken off the list I don't know). After even more Googling, I discovered the ship the cruise line runs was built in the 50's and has to be taken out of commission in 2010 due to new regulations. How did people live before there was the internet? Before there was message boards posting about scams, and reviewing things, and Wikipedia with so much information about nearly anything/anyone worth researching! My husband believes they might have received while he was trying to "make free money just by surfing the internet" and all it costs is your contact information and demographics being sold to third parties and taking up daytime minutes. At the mall last night, we started to fill out entry forms to win an electric car (since we only have one now because his car has some computer problem that will cost more than it's worth to sink into that money pit of a crappy American car). I was startled by the question, "Spouse's name." I could hear that phone call now, "Is Amanda there? What about Jeremy?" sure enough, on the back, something abut third party information. We threw out our entries. Also while at the mall we saw Spider-Man 3. It's 2.5 hours long. Apparently, after Hollywood makes a creates a successful franchise that audiences will love it longer, with more pointless crap in it. There was too much relationship stuff in it, too many villains, too much singing and scenes that look like they were stolen from Saturday Night Fever. By the end, I was ready to shout, "OK! We get it! He's a prick!" The Hitler hair thing was corny, but not as corny as the American flag thing. (I groaned like it was a Jay Ward joke). I've also concluded Stan Lee is a shameless self-promoter. Either moviemakers assume people want more, which they dont, (and you are unlikely to walk out on an over-hyped $10 investment it doesn't matter whether you want it or not) or artists get precious about their art (which, as any artist will tell you, is death to the art). It's something I try and get over; people don't need to have an un-obscured close-up view of every little badly-painted fish in the ocean. I was really wishing Hot Fuzz was playing earlier than 10:40 so we could see it instead. Speaking of things that need to die, I didn't realize the post office would not overnight to small towns. That is the stupidest thing I've heard lately. That because Granite Bay, and surprisingly Roseville are in the shadow of their big brother Sacramento things will not arrive for two days. Apparently people who live in suburbs don't need things by the next day. What if you don't live near a big city? The new postage increase is not to get things around faster or increase customer satisfaction. Boy, that got long. I turned in my big-ass book yesterday, the cold started on Saturday night as I was starting to finish it, I'll be done officially with everything on Friday. Current Mood:  congested, this little flower doesn't look like it, but it is.
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| Near All-Nighter |
| 05.14.07 (5:11 am) [edit] |
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Holy crap! How did I end up staying up this late?!
This was not my intention. I have not had any caffeine. I feel ok...sorta. Except my printer can't seem to remember when to print a draft in grayscale. And I just ruined the cover I had printed so far! Crap. I think I need a break. Is sleeping so late/early a good idea? Probably not. Hell with it. This is big mother is almost over with! OMG! I meant to put a color on this table of contents! Oh well. I'm not redoing it. And now my Second cover is not printing on the cover paper! How are so many things going so horribly wrong!!!! This had better work! I still need to make an unfortunate Kinko's trip. Dammit. Oh, god! What is that noise!? Nothing. Cover printed. Kinkos will deal with the back. |
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| Scam Averted |
| 05.11.07 (7:57 pm) [edit] |
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So for some reason my husband gets called by telemarketers all the time. So he's been letting me screw with them. Apparently, my husband won a cruise...
You are probably thinking, "Yeah, right. How? What's the catch?" Which, after I told the guy that I didn't know if my husband lived there, having just broken into the place and answered the left behind phone that just happened to be ringing, is what I was thinking. First off, he didn't win, he was "selected to receive" a Bahamas cruise out of Ft Lauderdale, FL on the Imperial Majesty, which is owned by the Ramada. After not too much Googling, I found out that this was a scam where first off, they insist on taking your credit card info over the phone, but you can't contact them. They don't pay for your airfare to Florida, then you pay a bunch of taxes for what turns out to be a two night, second-rate cruise. After further Googling, I discovered he also probably never filled anything out as was claimed. Armed with his information, I hope they call back! |
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| 05.11.07 (1:51 am) [edit] |
| Holy crap, evil project! Why will you not be finished?! |
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| Almost Finished |
| 05.10.07 (4:03 pm) [edit] |
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OMG! I am sooo freakin' close to being unofficiall done!
And I say unofficially because once I actually finish it, there is the challenge of printing it. The most grueling part is over. Unfortunately it looks like I am not going to get to put all the comics in that I want to. Maybe I'll put a few in. I should do them anyway. Why does it always seem as soon as you put a huge chunk of money on your credit card you immediately go and put some large purchase on there?!?! |
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| 05.09.07 (9:00 am) [edit] |
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OK, so the thing I want to make for one of my classes actually already exists. I thought I had researched this before, but maybe not. Shit. Then why doesn't everybody have one?
I'm too stressed out to deal with this right now. I guess there really isn't anything new. I'm so far behind where I wanted to be right now. Once again, they didn't pick up the recycling. If I wasn't so busy, I would raise hell. I probably am also not going to finish mailing stuff befofe prices go up either. I think I need a sewing machine. Much as I want the end to come, I want it postponed for more time. God, I need to get out of here! Damn these talented artists with their long Wikipedia biographies! |
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| End of the year |
| 05.08.07 (10:06 am) [edit] |
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It was 93 degrees yesterday. I was so hot in this apartment. We are going to be miserable this summer. I desperately need some work shorts...and some bras that don't erode my skin
Speaking of being miserable, it is so nice out (warm, yes, my goal is to minimize the time I spend in this apartment this summer) I just want to get out and do something fun and outdoors. But I have to be stuck in front of the computer all the live-long day (and night) doing this project or going to work and inducing/accelerating carpal tunnel. I'm very tired of it. I'm starting to see boxes in my dreams. I remember last year I started having dreams about Maya. And I have less than a week to have it printed, bound and turned in. At least I will be totally done by next Friday. But today, I get to work my favorite shift: 12-9; too early in the day to do anything before, too late to do anything after and a guaranteed 3/5 split. This lunch, I don't even get to relax because I have to go to the hardware store and find something to do my final sculpture project with since I skipped the class yesterday to do my computer project. |
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| 05.07.07 (1:39 am) [edit] |
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My scanning is unofficially done. I say unofficially because I have yet to do my comics.
It's weird when you're watching a movie that's about 5-10 years old and there is some actor playing a really minor part in the movie that went on to be famous much later, like Rainn Wilson is in Almost Famous and David Hyde Pierce is in the second Addams Family movie. |
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