Monday, July 28, 2008

I FINALLY FINISHED MY DR. HORRIBLE DESKTOP! It only took, like, three days. Here it is: tada!

I was going to make a batch of icons, too, but I can Photoshop tonight no more forever. Whew.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Rondo allegro from Symphonie Espagnole in D minor, Op. 21, Edouard Lalo. Joshua Bell, violin. (This is one of my very favorites; I listen to it all the time, especially when I listen to my nightly classical to help me fall asleep.)

Ghost in the Machine!


It's interesting, because both these episodes are essentially rip-offs of classic SF films, 2001: A Space Odyssey and The Thing respectively. But GitM is not a very good episode, and Ice is fantastic, and a classic. I think GitM could have been a good episode, and I don't know if it was budget or sfx technology that held them back, but there was a distinct lack of menace in that computer and building, whereas Ice is a very chilling (haha) episode, because what scares us more than anything? Ourselves, and each other, and the simple fact that when it comes down to it, we're still unpredictable, angry animals.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

III. Sonata in G major, presto, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. The Great Piano Concertos.


Saw The Dark Knight today; it was very good, but I think it was too overhyped, because I ended up expecting a life-changing experience, and it was merely a very good movie. Heath was incredible, though. At this point, I would be surprised if he didn't score a nomination.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

In case people were wondering, Gob's angry face is what I looked like at approximately 7:38 this morning.

I wrote the entire rough outline of my next draft on my serial killer script this morning. My mom was're going to write it again? Laura is not pleased with the direction I'm taking, but sometimes you have to do something radical to figure out what exactly works, and what you need.

Monday, July 14, 2008

I now present my thoughts on Jersey Devil in pictoral form:

To be a little more serious, I really like the last scene with the two of them. "I'll hurt you like that beast woman." It's the first time their interaction feels really genuine, without that awkwardness you get around new people, where you still think about what you're going to say before you say it. The timeline's wonky because the Pilot is dated from 1992, so it's hard to say exactly how long they've been working together, but if you go by a case a week, which is how I generally did it unless instructed otherwise, it's feels right for two people who have worked together for around a month and are now more comfortable around each other.

I will probably stop recapping individual episodes at some point, but I really have nothing else to do right now. I am ready to start outlining a new draft on a script, so I'm at that usual awful cliff-jumping stage where I just need to take the first step out into thin air. And I keep finding ways to put it off just one more day.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Nocturne, Op. 9 No. 2 in E flat major, Frederick Chopin. James Galway, flute.

Conduit is another really good episode. My only story/character complaint (as opposed to nitpicking) is that the Mulder emotional drama is laid on a little too thick. It may just be the case of making the subtext a little too text, but I really don't need him crying in a church at the end to get it. Also, Mulder? Lay off stroking the picture of Ruby as a child in a swimsuit; you look like a giant pervert.

I think I've been spoiled by Bear McCreary, because Mark Snow's atmospheric synth tracks are kind of getting on my nerves.

Check it out, guys! They're on Kobol!

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Chanson de nuit, Op. 15 No. 1, Edward Elgar.

My random thoughts on Squeeze: I cannot get over GA's costuming. Slacks belted an inch below her bust. Suit jackets that hang a full foot below said "waist." Shoulder pads. DEAR LORD. That said, I really liked her hair in the French twist, and wonder why they never did that again.

Odd gaffes: There is a random shot on video in the teaser. It always throws me, because I don't know if it's meant to be security footage, or if they just filled up their last mag before the day's shoot was finished. When that one guy is lighting a fire, there is a can of tall matches right on the hearth in one shot, then he turns to get them from a coffee table in the next. And when Mulder shows up at the stake-out, his flashlight hits the car and reflects into the camera lens; that definitely should have been caught on-set.

Why does Mulder show up at that parking garage in the first place? "Hey, I'm eating some seeds. Why are you here, Scully? This is stupid. Anyhoo, I'm out." They needed a better excuse to get him there, if that was the only point of that exercise.

Doug Hutchinson is CREEPY. Fantastic casting.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Concerto No. 2 in G minor, Op. 63, Allegro moderato, Sergei Prokofiev. Itzack Perlman, violin.

So, I just watched the Pilot and Deep Throat, and here are my thoughts. Deep Throat is SO MUCH BETTER an episode. I have seen the Pilot tons, and I still sometimes get confused here and there. Do we ever find out what exactly was going on with Ray Soams's "body" in that casket, or is that just left dangling? And I always get confused between the sheriff and the coroner; the actors look too similar. I think I've also posted before about the reverse expositions Scully and Mulder give each other, and how it just doesn't quite work; I buy Mulder reading up on her when he found out she'd been assigned to work with him, but Scully easily rattling off his credentials was kind of lame.

Deep Throat, though, is a really tight episode. Characterization is much smoother, although this is also when they start putting GA in hugely oversized suit jackets for no apparent reason. It distracts me. Aw, the CGI for the little flying UFO lights was so cute. It's amazing how far effects work has come.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

String Quartet No. 2 in G Major, I. Allegro non troppo, ma con brio, Johannes Brahms. Isaac Stern, violin.

Okay, so I was waiting until the story came to its conclusion before I posted about it, and that happened on Monday, so: Remember the stray dog my grandpa took in? We think now he wasn't a stray, but belonged to someone in the general area and was just a wanderer. My grandpa had him about a week before he managed to find a hole in the fence and run away. The dog had run away twice before that (before we'd managed to fill in all the gaps in the fence, so we had thought) but had always come back after an hour or two. My grandpa drove around, and we drove around, and after two days we finally accepted that either he had found his original home or someone else had taken him in.

My grandpa had bought a bed, dog food, two different kinds of treats, a collar and leash. And he didn't get rid of any of it. Everything stayed exactly where it was. And we were all very sad, while he seemed to be quite stoic and "oh, well" about the whole thing.

And then...he brings up maybe getting another one? He reads Boston Terrier books from the library. He checks the classifieds. Another week goes by.

Monday we drove to Garden City, Missouri (about an hour and fifteen minute drive each way) to pick up a puppy. He is eight weeks old, not even all the way through his shots, and terminally adorable. My grandpa named him Jack, and he's settled in really well. It's kind of amazing; a few months ago we were worried Grandpa wouldn't be able to live on his own anymore, would either have to move in with my aunt or uncle or even go into a place. And now he's back to projects in his back yard, and has adopted a puppy.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Prelude, Johann Sebastian Bach, Master and Commander soundtrack. Yo-Yo Ma, cello.

I only have two episodes of Rome left. Massive sadface. I should pretend it's just ten movies instead of twenty episodes of TV that then got canceled, but still, it's too bad they couldn't either make it cheaper or find a bigger audience to justify the costs, because it's such a good show. And so amazingly gorgeous. I think I may love Titus Pullo as much as I love Jayne Cobb.

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Ballade No. 1 in G Minor, Op. 23, Frederic Chopin, The Pianist soundtrack. Janusz Olejniczak, piano.

I finally finished the movie Grand Canyon, which I only watched because it has Mary McDonnell in it. She's wonderful in it, as per usual, but what a talky, pretentious movie. All text about theme, one TALKS like that. I hate movies where every character has essentially the same viewpoint and they just expound on it in scene after scene where very little actually happens. Anyway.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

I put my favorite ten (plus a bonus) classical tracks on one of my flash drives, like, two weeks ago, and then promptly forgot about it. Here is the first:

Grande Polonaise Brillante in E-Flat Major, molto allegro, Op. 22, Frederick Chopin, Warsaw Philharmonic. The Pianist soundtrack.

For all of these, if you like, I have either full albums of the composer or the performer or both. For instance, I have about five Chopin albums as well as The Pianist soundtrack. After I get these up, next comes soundtracks! Although a lot of these are featured in soundtracks, as well.

Bought booze for the Fourth today. I've decided that I want to buy a nice wall rack and make a mini-liquor cabinet out of all the tiny sample bottles of alcohol I buy. Today I got a little 50ml bottle of German honey liquor. It is delicious!

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

I'm trying not to get my hopes up because it's not confirmed (apparently Tom O'Neil, who has broke all the previous lists, has gone to bed or something), but it looks like Mary made the run-off for Best Actress.

On the one hand, I'm really, really flipping out right now, but on the's not confirmed. So I'm still writhing in awful dread. I have literally checked The Envelope's website every fifteen minutes for the last six hours. I'm just going to go to sleep, and hopefully it will be up in the morning.

ETA: It's kind of confirmed? I thought that the academy was officially releasing the lists of run-off nominees, but that seems to have just been for the shows themselves, not the actors, so we're still relying on reports in from voters and such. But it seems like it's as confirmed as we've had for the last few years on this kind of thing.

Eee! ... ?
15. Johnny Belinda (1948). 6-5
16. Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (2008). 6-6
17. Wanted (2008). 6-27

26. Time Spike, Eric Flint and Marilyn Kosmatka. 6-15.
27. Shakespeare: The World as Stage, Bill Bryson. 6-20.
28. Darkly Dreaming Dexter, Jeff Lindsay. 6-21.
29. Planet Earth: As You’ve Never Seen It Before, Alastair Fothergill. 6-29.

Not the most productive month because BATTLESTAR. It kind of ate my brain. That, and I reread a lot of Stephen King for some reason.
Well, my Grandpa seems to be fully back in the swing of things, and it wasn't until the last few weeks when he's been bustling about that we've realized how depressed he got this spring. Saturday we went with him to the City Market, to which I had never been, even though it's less than a half hour drive and I love little farmer's markets and shops and stalls. There was a fabulous kind of farmer's general store, with gardening paraphernalia and such, but the real prize was the nook of freshly ground herbs and spices, where Grandpa finally, after much temptation, bought a gigantic bag of taco seasoning. He would pick it up, examine it, then move on. Then drift back, study it again, sniff it. Move on. What you need to know about my Grandpa is he will buy us anything if we so much as look askance, but tends not to spend money on himself, so we could tell he REALLY wanted it.

Driving back, there was an oldtimer on the side of the road with a table set up in front of him, which you see all the time around here. We stopped to see what he was selling: fresh, local raw honey, from his own personal hives. We got a jar, and it is the most delicious honey I have ever had. We did blind taste tests when we got home with the regular store-bought honey, and there's no contest. It's kind of sad how exciting that day was, especially as we're going without a vacation this summer; just getting out, doing something different.

Yesterday we just happened to stop by, and he apparently found some water in his storm cellar, so rather than call someone, or call us, he decided to just take care of it himself. Which meant that he went out, pulled the old wooden door of the hinges to the cellar to replace it (this is a four foot by...oh, six foot door; a big piece of heavy plywood), and then dug a ten foot long, three foot deep trench in front to pull out the old drainage pipe to replace that. If we hadn't stopped by, he would have finished it himself today; as it was, my dad helped him and it took four hours, so it would have taken my Grandpa, well...probably five hours to do it himself. He's very efficient.