The Slow Degradation of Time

Saturday's big movie with the popcorn and all was Elizabeth: The Golden Age, because Nan loves Cate Blanchett, Geoffrey Rush and Clive Owen. Clive Owen is very nice-looking in this movie. I'm not usually one to knock a movie, so I'll just say I was expecting Gandalf or a Kraken to appear any minute. Also there is a scene at the end that reminded me of the Eurythmics video Here Comes The Rain Again. It may not be worth watching the movie just to see what I mean.

On Sunday, choosing a movie to see was interesting. We have a few of them sitting around that we haven't seen yet, you know. Sure. Two of these movies are Atonement and Enchanted. I now give you a brief, edited excerpt of choosing a movie to see on Sunday, or what I like to call the reason I probably won't even keep writing about the movies we watch much longer.

(The mass on EWTN is blasting away in the background as Nan looks at the written list I keep because I still don't have much of a voice. Also, Mum has some sort of cold or something that makes her sneeze and be evil.)

Nan: I guess Enchantment.

Me: Wh--

Mum: Yeah, Atonement's fine.

Me: Enchanted or Atonement?

Nan: They're the only long ones.

Me: We've still got Die Hard 4.

Nan: I want to see something light.

(It is then I realize she must want Enchantment.)

Nan: Enactment.

Me: Enchanted?

Mum: I think she said Atonement.

(At this point, the mass Nan is watching on TV has been ruined. I go upstairs to set up Enchanted, because I'm feeling particularly evil.)

Enchanted, however, was really really good. I don't know what's wrong with me. There was singing, and...and...it was a Disney movie. But I...enjoyed it.

So then we watched Paula Abdul hallucinate an entire Jason Castro concert. I really can't add anything to that, because I swear I saw Biggs visit Luke on Tatooine in Star Wars back in 1980. I always thought "Reality" was the wrong term for any show involving tense music and flashing lights, anyway. Although this has been my reality since 1984, so maybe I am Paula Abdul.

On Wednesday, Nan found The Last Supper a movie with Annabeth Gish and Cameron Diaz in it. I was in the middle of the effects of exposure to "moderate" tree pollen and so I happened to be looking up at the ceiling when I heard Bill Paxton turn into the far extreme right wing of the Internet. I ended up looking at the screen like, "WHAT WHAT WHAT?" for the next hour and a half. Because, like Eating Raoul this movie was crazy fun that gives me hope that someday, my weird-ass scribblings will find an audience.

Nan noted that it must be killing night when she found the end of Six Ways To Sunday, and it was more far out, artsy, graphic killing and er, hey! Deborah Harry!

I needed those two movies, you know. Because I have too much time to think the things I've written will never have an audience while I'm busy doing things that take me from my writing.

On Thursday I discovered my allergy was actually the cold Mum had, and Nan caught it too, so in addition to working on all those things I do, I'm sicker than usual again. Also, I have been taking psuedoephedrine-laced drugs so I can function, which means any day now you ought to see me in a bell tower somewhere, firing my Lego Stormtrooper arm at people. The only reason I haven't done it yet is because I'm trying to find a string long enough to reel the arm back in so I don't have to keep going up and down stairs to retrieve it, because if there's one thing that kills a homicidal rage, it's the prospect of having to climb stairs.

The Slow Degradation of Time

Oh, to be young and get toys.

So, the Toy Fair is going on, and I'm still subscribed to all the Star Wars toy feeds just to watch the spectacle of plastic madness, and this year, finally, I saw something that made me realize I am living in a very good time. I thank the people who took these pictures, because that's as close as I'm ever getting to any of this stuff. No, really, if I was in the same room I would totally choke on this:



I mean, come on.

Okay fine, how about this?



You know how many years I have waited for Yarna? OMG.

Not doing it for you? How about THIS?



Yeah. Now you know how I feel.

Oh, to be young and get toys.

I Personally Can't Wait For The Chim Chim Fruit Gusher.

ComingSoon.net is reporting that Speed Racer is going to be G-Rated. I'm a little confused by this, but I guess if Bambi can be G-Rated, so can a movie about race car drivers who engage in...car-fu.

I still feel funny when I say car-fu.

Plus Speed always had that G on his shirt, so this makes perfect sense. He's a G-rated boy, that Go Mifune.

Looks like in addition to the Indy and Father of Indy Lego set I still can't get near, there will be four Speed Racer Lego sets. This is also making me feel funny.

It's nice to know things can still make me feel funny after 30 years. The great thing is that now I can post about that feeling on the Internet and you all get to watch. Maybe great is the wrong word.

But enough about my funny feelings, happy birthday (yesterday) to Peter Fernandez! That voice.... *sigh*

I Personally Can't Wait For The Chim Chim Fruit Gusher.

My Game Skills Are Better Than My Building These Days

Oh Lego, you plastic demon. I swore off Lego sets after the tragic move away from yellow as the universal color for everyone in Legoland (yes, I'm a brickist, there I said it), and maybe deep down that had a little to do with my inability to hold Lego bricks anymore, and maybe it came from my inability to blow money that could go to emergency house repairs. But no, I still say making a Lego set (#10123, for the geeks) where Han, Leia and Luke were still universal yellow while Lando was brown was just half-assed lazy Lego making, and that's maybe too deep a look into what matters to me, so I'll move on to the next thing, which I think will catch on way better.

Lego is making an Indiana Jones game. It will be called Lego Indiana Jones. You know in your heart there will be tie-in sets.

There is going to be a little Lego Professor Henry Jones. I can feel it. will there be Lego Nazis? I don't know, I don't want to think about that and all it entails, but a little Lego Dad with a Lego hat and Lego diary, and Junior, and maybe a little Lego Marcus and Sallah. I can't wait.

Until then, I found a fan-made Grand Theft Auto: Lego City trailer that I'm in love with, because the way my life with video games progressed was Pong, Magnavox Odyssey, Atari, Pitfall Harry, Star Wars, Indiana Jones, Sega, Kid Chameleon, Where's Waldo,, Dr. Robotnik's Mean Bean Machine, The Lost Vikings, Sony Playstation, Tomb Raider, and then Grand Theft Auto. Throw Lego into any of that, and I start looking alert and moving around a little.

My Game Skills Are Better Than My Building These Days