Yes. I saw Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, even though I was scared to DEATH about how much they were going to butcher the plot. I mean come ON! HOW were they gonna chizzle down 870 pages of solid PLOT into only a little over two hours?
Surprisingly, whatever they did, they did it well. SOMEHOW... AMAZINGLY... they turned this into one of the best Potter movies yet. AND THATS COMING FROM SOMEONE WHO WAS EXPECTING TO HATE IT! They were able to have every important character sound off, touch on every plot point, and evolve every important relationship well enough to make good.
I STRONGLY recommend to any Potter fan who was still on the fence about this movie, they make it work. Trust me. I mean for thing, they NAILED Tonks and Luna, my two favorite characters. And what more could I ask for? Not much.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Friday, July 6, 2007
Against better judgement...
I saw Transformers due to praise from several trustworthy friends and.... I liked it better than Spiderman 3.
Now, that may not sound like much, but really, Transformers didn't let me down like Spiderman 3 did. I actually enjoyed a good deal of the movie and am entirely psyched for sequels, for the fact that the next movies won't have to waste so much time explaining things and just get to the transformin'!
Cause really, all we really want is for the Autobots to TRANSFORM AND ROLL OUT!
Now, that may not sound like much, but really, Transformers didn't let me down like Spiderman 3 did. I actually enjoyed a good deal of the movie and am entirely psyched for sequels, for the fact that the next movies won't have to waste so much time explaining things and just get to the transformin'!
Cause really, all we really want is for the Autobots to TRANSFORM AND ROLL OUT!
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
My First Swing
Here we go. This will be my first blog as an official writer. It's kinda scary.
I have talked with my friend at length about creating my own website, or him hosting my ranting and ravings on his own webspace, usually to no avail. I would consistently put it off, due to my chronic procrastination mechanism hidden in my brain. I like to think its the equivalent of a chastity brain for the imagination. It keeps me in check whether I want it to or not. Not until I am absolutely ready to commit myself to something does it break open and let forth a torrent of flotsam and jetsam of thoughts and ideas, bound for time, left to ferment in their own insane and rough details. I am then left to pick up the pieces and sift through them like a miner 49'r, checking each for it's quality and size, throwing back the pieces that would only take up insignificant space in my final gold wall of... words.
So, long story short, he tells me something near and dear to us both. He tells me to just swing the bat. I stop chatting with him, and realize how much that one line, from probably the most personal of all anime to me, means to me. And how much it relates. This was about a month ago, while I was on vacation. I told him when I got home I would do it, I would make good, I would finally step up and Swing the Bat.
Being as much to call myself a professional writer, I haven't written for recreation in nearly 3 years. That had been bearing down on my mind for sometime now, and every day I would realize I was one day further away from my last free thought of written word, I would get more and more apprehensive to actually sit down and write something. I had gotten away from procrastination and moved into a realm of stagnation. I was no longer making any actual strides to fully create a style of writing I had started to bake when I was on my high school newspaper. One of a crazed mind, mixed with stable gonzo journalism (that may seem oxymoronic... and may just be, but I'm sticking to that label) and just plain off kilter humor, both dark and overly colorful. I had begun to fear I wouldn't be able to actually write like ME the next time I set anything down to digital word. I had built writing a simple blog into a mighty ogre that had destroyed my village and killed my family. And I had turned myself into the one with the shouldered responsibility to destroy that ogre and maybe steal his wonderful cheese storage.
The phrase "swing the bat" may mean many things to many people. It's just three very basic words, set in a very simple way. Swing, to swing something. Bat, an object. and The, a most basic adverb pointing to an object in the sentence. But for me, Swing the Bat is a philosophical saying. To me it means that something, someone, somewhere, sometime, somebody is standing in your way of progress, and that you have taken no initiative whatsoever to move past it, by the fear that if you did, you would fail. To "Swing the Bat" is just that, to just DO IT. To just break past whatever the boundary is. Whether you fail or not is not apart of the thought, but whether you just DO IT. Because, the first step is always the hardest. The first fall is always the longest. The first loss is always the most painful. But, to have not experienced a first, is the worst of all.
So, I finally return to my humble abode in Arvada, Colorado. I sit down in my thrift store computer chair, fully swively as if it were a new chair, and just as cushiony, and write this post. A post which is undoubtedly confusing, full of odd sentences and misplaced words and paragraphs and will probably be laughed at by someone, most likely me. But at least I wrote it.
I have talked with my friend at length about creating my own website, or him hosting my ranting and ravings on his own webspace, usually to no avail. I would consistently put it off, due to my chronic procrastination mechanism hidden in my brain. I like to think its the equivalent of a chastity brain for the imagination. It keeps me in check whether I want it to or not. Not until I am absolutely ready to commit myself to something does it break open and let forth a torrent of flotsam and jetsam of thoughts and ideas, bound for time, left to ferment in their own insane and rough details. I am then left to pick up the pieces and sift through them like a miner 49'r, checking each for it's quality and size, throwing back the pieces that would only take up insignificant space in my final gold wall of... words.
So, long story short, he tells me something near and dear to us both. He tells me to just swing the bat. I stop chatting with him, and realize how much that one line, from probably the most personal of all anime to me, means to me. And how much it relates. This was about a month ago, while I was on vacation. I told him when I got home I would do it, I would make good, I would finally step up and Swing the Bat.
Being as much to call myself a professional writer, I haven't written for recreation in nearly 3 years. That had been bearing down on my mind for sometime now, and every day I would realize I was one day further away from my last free thought of written word, I would get more and more apprehensive to actually sit down and write something. I had gotten away from procrastination and moved into a realm of stagnation. I was no longer making any actual strides to fully create a style of writing I had started to bake when I was on my high school newspaper. One of a crazed mind, mixed with stable gonzo journalism (that may seem oxymoronic... and may just be, but I'm sticking to that label) and just plain off kilter humor, both dark and overly colorful. I had begun to fear I wouldn't be able to actually write like ME the next time I set anything down to digital word. I had built writing a simple blog into a mighty ogre that had destroyed my village and killed my family. And I had turned myself into the one with the shouldered responsibility to destroy that ogre and maybe steal his wonderful cheese storage.
The phrase "swing the bat" may mean many things to many people. It's just three very basic words, set in a very simple way. Swing, to swing something. Bat, an object. and The, a most basic adverb pointing to an object in the sentence. But for me, Swing the Bat is a philosophical saying. To me it means that something, someone, somewhere, sometime, somebody is standing in your way of progress, and that you have taken no initiative whatsoever to move past it, by the fear that if you did, you would fail. To "Swing the Bat" is just that, to just DO IT. To just break past whatever the boundary is. Whether you fail or not is not apart of the thought, but whether you just DO IT. Because, the first step is always the hardest. The first fall is always the longest. The first loss is always the most painful. But, to have not experienced a first, is the worst of all.
So, I finally return to my humble abode in Arvada, Colorado. I sit down in my thrift store computer chair, fully swively as if it were a new chair, and just as cushiony, and write this post. A post which is undoubtedly confusing, full of odd sentences and misplaced words and paragraphs and will probably be laughed at by someone, most likely me. But at least I wrote it.
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