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I CAN HAZ WIERLESS NAO, Y/Y?

YYYYY, I CAN HAZ
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I CAN HAZ WIERLESS NAO, Y/Y?

YYYYY, I CAN HAZ

fuck yes!

Nov. 4th, 2008 10:21 pm
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This is mad.  Impossible and brilliant and mad.  It never seemed like it could actually happen, not really, no matter how many supporters he had, and yet, the bloody man managed to do it.  He did.

Barack Obama is the president of the United States.

How does that sound?  Fucking amazing.

EDIT: I just watched Obama's speech, and I couldn't stop grinning the entire time.   I feel... patriotic.  At least, I think that's what this feeling is.  I'm not entirely sure, as I've never been patriotic.  I've always been ashamed to be an American, wanted to move away, cut off all associations from myself to this country, but right now, I rather feel like I don't mind.  Because, I mean, if we've elected Obama, that's got to be a sign of something good.  We're moving in a good direction.  Someplace where change and dynamism is possible.  A better relationship to the rest of the world.

This, at least, is a man I would want representing me.  He's a man I support, with beliefs I agree with, and get get behind.   He's someone I can feel proud to say that yes, he is my president.  

This is bloody weird.

EDIT II: It seems to have actually hit me now; I've started crying.  I am so thrilled about this that I'm actually crying and laughing all at the same time, and it's fucking amazing.

fuck yes!

Nov. 4th, 2008 10:21 pm
hobbit_feets: (icons || om)

This is mad.  Impossible and brilliant and mad.  It never seemed like it could actually happen, not really, no matter how many supporters he had, and yet, the bloody man managed to do it.  He did.

Barack Obama is the president of the United States.

How does that sound?  Fucking amazing.

EDIT: I just watched Obama's speech, and I couldn't stop grinning the entire time.   I feel... patriotic.  At least, I think that's what this feeling is.  I'm not entirely sure, as I've never been patriotic.  I've always been ashamed to be an American, wanted to move away, cut off all associations from myself to this country, but right now, I rather feel like I don't mind.  Because, I mean, if we've elected Obama, that's got to be a sign of something good.  We're moving in a good direction.  Someplace where change and dynamism is possible.  A better relationship to the rest of the world.

This, at least, is a man I would want representing me.  He's a man I support, with beliefs I agree with, and get get behind.   He's someone I can feel proud to say that yes, he is my president.  

This is bloody weird.

EDIT II: It seems to have actually hit me now; I've started crying.  I am so thrilled about this that I'm actually crying and laughing all at the same time, and it's fucking amazing.
hobbit_feets: (Bang)
Oh ye gods- the play opened tonight, and it was absolutely fucking brilliant!!!  It went incredibly smoothly, really- the audience was great; really responsive, and the harmony was there, you know- everybody was just in synch, and it was amazing.  I had almost forgotten how much I love theatre; how much I love performing.  Permit me to quote from the movie "Fame":

"It's fantastic! It's like electricity.  You're out there. Those faces are
out there, staring at you, and you draw them in, then
you hit them with the juice, and bam! They fucking explode!
And that power goes back and forth. Next thing you know,
you're making them laugh;  that's the meanest high there is."

That, right there, is an almost perfect description of the sensation of performing.  It is empowering beyond belief.  The notion that all these people are hanging on you.  You get up there and you can make them laugh, or gasp, or cringe, or any number of things.  If you're in pain, they'll want to help you.  If you're evil, they'll boo and hiss you and delight in your villainy.  You can make them think- you can truly make them consider things and wonder about them, and that is a gift beyond all reckoning.   I truly feel that that is where I belong- in the theatre, out on that stage, acting.  There's nothing like it in the world.  Nothing at all.  And I love it.  Love it, love it, love it, love it, love it.
hobbit_feets: (Bang)
Oh ye gods- the play opened tonight, and it was absolutely fucking brilliant!!!  It went incredibly smoothly, really- the audience was great; really responsive, and the harmony was there, you know- everybody was just in synch, and it was amazing.  I had almost forgotten how much I love theatre; how much I love performing.  Permit me to quote from the movie "Fame":

"It's fantastic! It's like electricity.  You're out there. Those faces are
out there, staring at you, and you draw them in, then
you hit them with the juice, and bam! They fucking explode!
And that power goes back and forth. Next thing you know,
you're making them laugh;  that's the meanest high there is."

That, right there, is an almost perfect description of the sensation of performing.  It is empowering beyond belief.  The notion that all these people are hanging on you.  You get up there and you can make them laugh, or gasp, or cringe, or any number of things.  If you're in pain, they'll want to help you.  If you're evil, they'll boo and hiss you and delight in your villainy.  You can make them think- you can truly make them consider things and wonder about them, and that is a gift beyond all reckoning.   I truly feel that that is where I belong- in the theatre, out on that stage, acting.  There's nothing like it in the world.  Nothing at all.  And I love it.  Love it, love it, love it, love it, love it.
hobbit_feets: (Bang)

Whoops.  I intended to post this on the twenty-first, the night before I left on me holiday to Door County, but me dad yelled at me for being up too late, so I never got the chance.  Here, therefore, and at long last, comes my much, much, much belated review/thoughts/reflections/queries on Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest.  I’ve seen the movie three times by now, so I suppose this’ll be a bit more accurate than had I posted it on the eighth.

 

My first reaction was, and I quote “Oh. My. Giddy. Gods!  Pirates was... bloody hell, it was sodding BRILLIANT!”  Berni was right on the mark when she said that there were loads of opportunities for Sparrington.  I mean, sexy Commodore James Norrington turned even sexier, scruffy, embittered pirate... yum.  I was a bit put off though, because they cut out all the scenes (once again) that made him look remotely nice, or gave his character a bit more depth.  Come on, seriously!  They guy has become essentially everything he loathes- everything he’s fought against so bitterly- and they can’t even spare him a bit of character development?  *shrug*  But that’s what the DVD’s for, I suppose.   A lot of people now are lamenting and saying that Sparrington will be impossible now; that James hates Jack, or has merely become a tool of the East India Trading Company, or a pathetic, self-serving man desperate to cling to an image now proved to be nothing more than a facade.  I disagree, personally.  I agree that what he did- giving the heart of Davy Jones to Cutler Beckett- was a despicable thing to do, but it was the act of a desperate man; and, when one thinks of it, quite piratical indeed.  Nor, I think, does James hate Jack Sparrow.  Would he, after all, sign on the crew of somebody he hated?  He didn’t know Elizabeth had letters of marque, he didn’t know Jack was searching for the very thing Lord Beckett desired; what ulterior motive could he have in signing onto The Black Pearl?  Rather, I believe, he hates what Jack has come to represent to him; he represents his failure, his weakness, everything which came together to turn that proper, upstanding Commodore of Her Majesty’s Royal Navy into a rum-soaked tar serving under a pirate.  Jack is the focus of his anger, but not the cause of it.

 

I found the villain, Davy Jones, to be very interesting indeed.  I actually hadn’t thought I’d like him, on account of what I originally perceived as the “ridiculous” CGI work on him, and the fact that Davy Jones was never supposed to be an actual person, more so a metaphor for the sea- “Davy Jones’ locker” and all that.  In fact, my first impression of him could not have been more wrong.  The CGI was utterly brilliant; the tentacle beard? Just... damn cool.  No other words suffice.  And the character in itself; I thought him much more human than Barbossa, paradoxically enough.  He’s so complex, really, and just so interesting.  I cannot wait to find out more of his backstory in the next movie- who was this woman, “as harsh, and changing, and untamable as the sea”, what did she do to him, how did he become what he is; with whom did he make a bargain?  Could be, I suppose, the traditional myth surrounding The Flying Dutchman- the Captain blasphemed against God, and thus, was smote down and cursed to sail the seas for all eternity, but I dunno. I'd never actually heard of 'Davy Jones' as connected to The Flying Dutchman before, so that's questionable. 

 

As I was reading theories and suchlike online, I found that quite a lot of people seem to think that Tia Dalma has something to do with it; she has a locket/music box that is the match to Jones’, and she knows of his past where it seems others do not.  Some think that she herself was Jones’ lover, while others suppose that she merely has some connexion with her, or has learned these things through her voodoo.  There is even some speculation that she is the sea goddess Calypso incarnate.  This theory, which I have come to support, is suggested by several things; first of all, by a once potential title for the third movie- Calypso’s Fury.  Second, by the cannibal island scene; the Pelligostas believe Jack to be a god in human form- this may be foreshadowing for Tia Dalma.  Third of all, by the remark of hers which I mentioned previously, after Gibbs interjects and says that he heard that Jones fell in love not with a woman, but with the sea- “Same story, different versions!  And both are true.  It was a woman as harsh, and changing, and untamable as the sea.” This, if combined with the theory that she was the woman who broke Davy Jones’ heart, throws the whole thing into a rather new perspective, doesn’t it?

 

But, I digress; Davy Jones.  Really, I think they must explain more in the next movie, because so much is hinted at in this one, but hardly anything actually said.  The organ scene, for one.  (Inspired, but the way- that scene; playing the organ with his beard-tentacles?  Guh.  Genius)  Just that anguished, terrible expression on his face as he pounds out the music-box song.  Oh, and the organ music?  Feckin’ orgasmic, seriously. 

 

Much though I liked Davy Jones himself, I found his crew to be a little laughable.  The New York Times called it “Night of the Living Bouillabaisse”, and I must say, I agree.  The concept was interesting, and on some it worked (Jones, the hammerhead shark bloke, the pufferfish), but on most of the crew it was just so over the top it came off as rather absurd.  Also, many of them were quite indistinguishable, as they were simply covered with a mass of brownish corals and mollusks and the like, without any distinguishing features.

 

Now, the Jack/Elizabeth-ness!  Oh, my giddy aunt’s knickers, they are both soooo utterly sexy.  Jack, with his “Persuade me” and “I do want to find out what it tastes like.”  *shivers*  Gods.  I’ve never been a Jack/Elizabeth shipper, though, and I’m still not, just because of how Jack deals with women.  “My first and only love is the sea” and all that.  He has a measure of respect for her, certainly, and it’s obvious he wants to shag her (I mean, who wouldn’t?), but love is just not a part of the equation for Jack.   Elizabeth’s story, on the other hand, is entirely different.  She’s in love, I think, with what Jack represents- he’s a bit of the middle ground, actually; the pirate who’s still a good man.  It’s the freedom of the piratical life that appeals to her, the realness of it.  It allows her to completely break free of all the constraints that were imposed upon her as the high society daughter of the King’s Governor of Port Royal.  Not to mention, of course, the incredible sexual tension between them, which has been there since Jack made her outfit him with his effects in the first movie.

 

And Barbossa coming back!  That was an excellent little twist at the end there, and I am glad of it.  Geoffrey Rush, after all, is absolutely magnificent, whether as Barbossa or no, and it’ll add an interesting dynamic to the next movie.  I can’t help wondering, though, what would prompt him to be willing to save Jack?  They’ve never had anything but enmity between them, after all.  Going to save the “Pearl”, I could see- “What’s become of my ship?” y’know, but really I don’t know.  It’s quite curious.

 

Now that I’ve finally gotten that done, I must say I had an absolutely fabulous time in Door County.  We (that being my family and me Aunt Laurie and Uncle Marty, and their three kids- Justin, Tim, and Beth) stayed in the same house we’ve done for the past three times we’ve gone up there.  It’s quite big, and right off Lake Michigan.  Accordingly, I went swimming everyday, as well as taking very long walks on the beach, where I found myself prone to melancholy ponderings and singing quite loudly, because nobody could hear me over the waves.  My uncle owns a boat, so we went out into Sturgeon Bay a couple of times- perch fishing, as well as tubing (the first time I’d ever gone tubing, actually; I luffed it, of course) and swimming.  The last morning, I was actually invited to go salmon fishing with me dad and uncle.  It was a bit odd, because that’s kinda their thing, you know, but I went- got up at five thirty and headed out to the open waters, where you get a lot of the rocking and rolling and potential seasickness that you don’t find in the bay.  I didn’t get ill, though; I’m generally pretty good about that sort of thing.  We were out there for about four hours, and we hooked two smallish salmon- a ten pounder, and a fifteen pounder.  We had them for dinner that night, and it was the most delicious fish I’ve ever had in me life.  Also, I stayed up quite a few nights singing and playing Beatles songs with my uncle.  He plays guitar, and has just gear taste in music, and this is just one of the things we do whenever we see each other, really.  We play Beatles songs, and it’s absolutely wonderous.

 

WOOT!!!

hobbit_feets: (Bang)

Whoops.  I intended to post this on the twenty-first, the night before I left on me holiday to Door County, but me dad yelled at me for being up too late, so I never got the chance.  Here, therefore, and at long last, comes my much, much, much belated review/thoughts/reflections/queries on Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest.  I’ve seen the movie three times by now, so I suppose this’ll be a bit more accurate than had I posted it on the eighth.

 

My first reaction was, and I quote “Oh. My. Giddy. Gods!  Pirates was... bloody hell, it was sodding BRILLIANT!”  Berni was right on the mark when she said that there were loads of opportunities for Sparrington.  I mean, sexy Commodore James Norrington turned even sexier, scruffy, embittered pirate... yum.  I was a bit put off though, because they cut out all the scenes (once again) that made him look remotely nice, or gave his character a bit more depth.  Come on, seriously!  They guy has become essentially everything he loathes- everything he’s fought against so bitterly- and they can’t even spare him a bit of character development?  *shrug*  But that’s what the DVD’s for, I suppose.   A lot of people now are lamenting and saying that Sparrington will be impossible now; that James hates Jack, or has merely become a tool of the East India Trading Company, or a pathetic, self-serving man desperate to cling to an image now proved to be nothing more than a facade.  I disagree, personally.  I agree that what he did- giving the heart of Davy Jones to Cutler Beckett- was a despicable thing to do, but it was the act of a desperate man; and, when one thinks of it, quite piratical indeed.  Nor, I think, does James hate Jack Sparrow.  Would he, after all, sign on the crew of somebody he hated?  He didn’t know Elizabeth had letters of marque, he didn’t know Jack was searching for the very thing Lord Beckett desired; what ulterior motive could he have in signing onto The Black Pearl?  Rather, I believe, he hates what Jack has come to represent to him; he represents his failure, his weakness, everything which came together to turn that proper, upstanding Commodore of Her Majesty’s Royal Navy into a rum-soaked tar serving under a pirate.  Jack is the focus of his anger, but not the cause of it.

 

I found the villain, Davy Jones, to be very interesting indeed.  I actually hadn’t thought I’d like him, on account of what I originally perceived as the “ridiculous” CGI work on him, and the fact that Davy Jones was never supposed to be an actual person, more so a metaphor for the sea- “Davy Jones’ locker” and all that.  In fact, my first impression of him could not have been more wrong.  The CGI was utterly brilliant; the tentacle beard? Just... damn cool.  No other words suffice.  And the character in itself; I thought him much more human than Barbossa, paradoxically enough.  He’s so complex, really, and just so interesting.  I cannot wait to find out more of his backstory in the next movie- who was this woman, “as harsh, and changing, and untamable as the sea”, what did she do to him, how did he become what he is; with whom did he make a bargain?  Could be, I suppose, the traditional myth surrounding The Flying Dutchman- the Captain blasphemed against God, and thus, was smote down and cursed to sail the seas for all eternity, but I dunno. I'd never actually heard of 'Davy Jones' as connected to The Flying Dutchman before, so that's questionable. 

 

As I was reading theories and suchlike online, I found that quite a lot of people seem to think that Tia Dalma has something to do with it; she has a locket/music box that is the match to Jones’, and she knows of his past where it seems others do not.  Some think that she herself was Jones’ lover, while others suppose that she merely has some connexion with her, or has learned these things through her voodoo.  There is even some speculation that she is the sea goddess Calypso incarnate.  This theory, which I have come to support, is suggested by several things; first of all, by a once potential title for the third movie- Calypso’s Fury.  Second, by the cannibal island scene; the Pelligostas believe Jack to be a god in human form- this may be foreshadowing for Tia Dalma.  Third of all, by the remark of hers which I mentioned previously, after Gibbs interjects and says that he heard that Jones fell in love not with a woman, but with the sea- “Same story, different versions!  And both are true.  It was a woman as harsh, and changing, and untamable as the sea.” This, if combined with the theory that she was the woman who broke Davy Jones’ heart, throws the whole thing into a rather new perspective, doesn’t it?

 

But, I digress; Davy Jones.  Really, I think they must explain more in the next movie, because so much is hinted at in this one, but hardly anything actually said.  The organ scene, for one.  (Inspired, but the way- that scene; playing the organ with his beard-tentacles?  Guh.  Genius)  Just that anguished, terrible expression on his face as he pounds out the music-box song.  Oh, and the organ music?  Feckin’ orgasmic, seriously. 

 

Much though I liked Davy Jones himself, I found his crew to be a little laughable.  The New York Times called it “Night of the Living Bouillabaisse”, and I must say, I agree.  The concept was interesting, and on some it worked (Jones, the hammerhead shark bloke, the pufferfish), but on most of the crew it was just so over the top it came off as rather absurd.  Also, many of them were quite indistinguishable, as they were simply covered with a mass of brownish corals and mollusks and the like, without any distinguishing features.

 

Now, the Jack/Elizabeth-ness!  Oh, my giddy aunt’s knickers, they are both soooo utterly sexy.  Jack, with his “Persuade me” and “I do want to find out what it tastes like.”  *shivers*  Gods.  I’ve never been a Jack/Elizabeth shipper, though, and I’m still not, just because of how Jack deals with women.  “My first and only love is the sea” and all that.  He has a measure of respect for her, certainly, and it’s obvious he wants to shag her (I mean, who wouldn’t?), but love is just not a part of the equation for Jack.   Elizabeth’s story, on the other hand, is entirely different.  She’s in love, I think, with what Jack represents- he’s a bit of the middle ground, actually; the pirate who’s still a good man.  It’s the freedom of the piratical life that appeals to her, the realness of it.  It allows her to completely break free of all the constraints that were imposed upon her as the high society daughter of the King’s Governor of Port Royal.  Not to mention, of course, the incredible sexual tension between them, which has been there since Jack made her outfit him with his effects in the first movie.

 

And Barbossa coming back!  That was an excellent little twist at the end there, and I am glad of it.  Geoffrey Rush, after all, is absolutely magnificent, whether as Barbossa or no, and it’ll add an interesting dynamic to the next movie.  I can’t help wondering, though, what would prompt him to be willing to save Jack?  They’ve never had anything but enmity between them, after all.  Going to save the “Pearl”, I could see- “What’s become of my ship?” y’know, but really I don’t know.  It’s quite curious.

 

Now that I’ve finally gotten that done, I must say I had an absolutely fabulous time in Door County.  We (that being my family and me Aunt Laurie and Uncle Marty, and their three kids- Justin, Tim, and Beth) stayed in the same house we’ve done for the past three times we’ve gone up there.  It’s quite big, and right off Lake Michigan.  Accordingly, I went swimming everyday, as well as taking very long walks on the beach, where I found myself prone to melancholy ponderings and singing quite loudly, because nobody could hear me over the waves.  My uncle owns a boat, so we went out into Sturgeon Bay a couple of times- perch fishing, as well as tubing (the first time I’d ever gone tubing, actually; I luffed it, of course) and swimming.  The last morning, I was actually invited to go salmon fishing with me dad and uncle.  It was a bit odd, because that’s kinda their thing, you know, but I went- got up at five thirty and headed out to the open waters, where you get a lot of the rocking and rolling and potential seasickness that you don’t find in the bay.  I didn’t get ill, though; I’m generally pretty good about that sort of thing.  We were out there for about four hours, and we hooked two smallish salmon- a ten pounder, and a fifteen pounder.  We had them for dinner that night, and it was the most delicious fish I’ve ever had in me life.  Also, I stayed up quite a few nights singing and playing Beatles songs with my uncle.  He plays guitar, and has just gear taste in music, and this is just one of the things we do whenever we see each other, really.  We play Beatles songs, and it’s absolutely wonderous.

 

WOOT!!!

hobbit_feets: (Classic)

Periods are strange things. Urgh.  My breasts hurt so much right now- they're just ridiculously sensitive, and it's crap.  And they're being bloody huge, for no apparent reason; I'm spilling out of my bra.  Oh well.

Today, I felt sexy.  It was wonderful- my hair was perfect, and my eyes were a gorgey teal colour, and the lurkers on my forehead had diminished, and I wore my sexy new shirt and my groovy new earth shoes, and when I walked down the street, I just imagined I could feel the stares as I passed.  It was so much fun!

hobbit_feets: (Classic)

Periods are strange things. Urgh.  My breasts hurt so much right now- they're just ridiculously sensitive, and it's crap.  And they're being bloody huge, for no apparent reason; I'm spilling out of my bra.  Oh well.

Today, I felt sexy.  It was wonderful- my hair was perfect, and my eyes were a gorgey teal colour, and the lurkers on my forehead had diminished, and I wore my sexy new shirt and my groovy new earth shoes, and when I walked down the street, I just imagined I could feel the stares as I passed.  It was so much fun!

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