Doom’s World

1. Hot Fuzz was pretty good. Dude at work thought that “pretty good” was less than an enthusiastic endorsement. So let me be clear I laughed my ass off at moments, including things that weren’t obviously comedy.

Let me explain. Pegg/Wright productions function two, maybe even three levels. One is parody. This is what Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz are billed as, and they are. But the second is, well, the genre. SotD WAS a zombie movie and HF IS a buddy cop action movie. The maybe even third level is a commentary. I guess it could be a subset of parody, but I TOTALLY missed his on SotD, b/c I don’t like zombie movies. With HF I was catching all kinds of things that could be described as satire if not outright ridicule of action movies.

For instance, this really isn’t a spoiler, Nicholas Angel goes to the showdown covered in guns on a white horse. A white horse. I was the only one laughing at that, but it was fucking awesome because action heros are frequently presented so ridiculously that they might as well be riding into the climactic showdown on a white horse. Hot Fuzz makes explicit what the Bruckheimer crowd might not even realize they’re implying.

And that’s what caused, less than an hour after I got out of the theater. Hot Fuzz called for thinking. An action movie. You had to think! A lot of the humor was much more subtle than I expected, and there were also some conditions imposed by the commentary that I thought limited the action, but the boys have to go their way all the way.

Just like buddy cops.

Doom says check it out. I’m deffo seeing it again.

2. I honestly didn’t expected to write that much about HF. #2 is kind of underwhelming. Internship continues, the instruction is still coming to the fore now that I’m getting hands on. I spend much of Wednesday and Thursday tearing apart broken air conditioners which is a much more effective learning tool that I’d have thought.

3. Still nervous about the future. Honestly things are pretty rough right now, which is exacerbated by my crowded schedule.

4. Red Sox came back to make the hated Yankees their collective bitch last night! Le yay!!!!! I wonder if they’d let me wear my Yankee Hater hat at work tonight.

Okay, I gots to run. Will someone that’s reading this on their flist try to comment? Let me know if you don’t hear back from me in a day or two.

It wasn’t until a few years ago that I realized any Protestants observed Lent. I immediately thought it was a great idea. Well, not immediately. I was working at an office I mostly refer to as the Shithole and the observer and I were trying to explain to another coworker what the purpose of Lent is.

We failed miserably, she just wouldn’t get it, but I came away convinced that observing Lent is a good thing for Christians to do.

Problem, my birthday is during Lent. Every. Year.

Now, the obvious thing for me to give up is booze. But do I make an exception for my birthday and say it’s the thought that counts, or do I not do it if I can’t do it right? I also read on Wikipedia that Sundays are not counted as Lent, because it was considered in appropriate to fast on God’s day.

Or I could give up pop, but is it a sacrifice if I use Lent to kick off a diet?

It starts tomorrow and right now I’m leaning toward if you can’t do it right don’t do it at all. But then again I frequently accuse fundamentalists of not giving God credit enough to be flexible, so maybe I should go for it.

I’ve been adding blogs to my bookmarks like notches on my, um, well I don’t have anything notched.

Anyhoo.

They’re mostly in the book category (several literary agents and one chick who works in a bookstore). Witness:

My questionable music taste aside, the song seems to get right to the idea that size not only does matter, but bigger is better.

In real life faced with a man with a bat down his pants I think that my ‘giny would go “eek, eek, eek,” all the way home. In fantasy Romancelandia ten inches seems to be the norm, leading me to believe there should be a lot more ladies walking bowlegged in the morning. Not only is the hero bigger in every way, but he’s bigger and better than anything the heroine has ever had, and his ginormous love thang is going to rev her womanly button like nothing else.

“‘giny!” Heee!!!!!!!!!

Are awesome, you should read.

Current location: downstairs
Currently Playing: “Another Horsedreamer’s Blues” by Counting Crows
Mood: amused

I finally caught up on my Tivos of Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip. Sorkin’s still got it, baby.

Maybe it’s cliche, so what?

How many times do you hit the snooze button on a typical morning?
Uh, enough for about a half hour so three times.

How many cousins do you have?
Five

How many bones have you broken?
Zero. I was an exceptionally boring little kid.

How many pairs of shoes do you own?
gym shoes, interview shoes, non-slip work shoes, sneakers, so four. I need a new pair of boots, tho.

How many things that belong in the kitchen are in your bedroom?
I have a few glasses up there that should come down.

http://www.friday5.org/

Like many people. I have food issues.

But only on Tuesday and Thursday. It’s really a scheduling problem.

I get up 7:30-ish for a class that runs from 11am-1pm. I have another class that runs 6pm-9pm. Between those two classes I like to hit the gym, which takes hour and a half or so. And then there’s commuting (home to Sylvania, Sylvania to downtown, downtown to Cascade, then Cascade to home.)

So when the fuck do I eat?

Breakfast before leaving at about 8am, that’s a given. But do I eat after shite 101 at Sylvania at 1pm or downtown after the gym at about 3pm or before Wiring or Chillers at 5pm or so? I’ll need to eat again at night, when I get home about 10pm? This all really sucked when I was working days at Elmer’s because I had to get up at 4am or 5am to get ready for work.

I guess I need snacks.

Mood: puzzling
Now Playing: WOXY.com
Current Location: PCC Cascade Technology Education Building

Ahh, the chicks are wearing boots again.

I love fall.