I don’t even know where to begin with this post. I even struggled with the title, because it kinda felt like I was telling any and all (totes amaze) reader that I’d make a man out of them, but due to a lack of sleep lately, my witticism is at an all time low. So, apologies for that.
I’ve seen Mulan. I liked it, it wasn’t my favorite movie ever (but that’s mostly because I have so many to pick from), but it was cute and funny – I mean, c’mon, Eddie Murphy as Mushu!? AWESOME.
A couple of minutes ago, I came across this (↓ below) video on Facebook of Jonathan Young with guest appearances from Joel Bernstein, Benny Schriener, Trevor Rodriguez, Batman, Travis Carte, Grace Bray and Young’s choir director, Mr. E (yeah, I’m not that awesome that I actually remembered the names from the video, I looked them up in the description, because, y’know, give credit where credit is due) – you can find their ‘Tube channels and Facebooks and what-nots in the description of Jonathan Young’s cover – and it rocks. Literally. And figuratively. This cover is so good, I’ve got it on repeat. Like, on obsessive repeat.
I was re-watching the fourth-to-last episode of Spartacus: Blood and Sand and felt, keenly, twelve minutes into said episode that I would not be able to deal with the death of yet another much loved fictional character, so I picked up the book I’m currently reading, Kim Newman’s The Bloody Red Baron, and realized that I was about to pick up where I left of yesterday – with the death of a much adored fictional character…
At some point in life, you have to stop and think that maybe – just maybe – it’s not the authors, writers and creators’ fault, but your own. Do you – unintentionally, of course – seek out stories that will leave you mentally bloodied, bruised and battered,
maybe even scarred for life?
Nah, it’s their fault.
Yes, I am working on a better aconym.
After having suffered through G.I. Joe: Retaliation and Pain & Gain (oh, the things I’ll do to see Dwayne Johnson in a tight t-shirt!), I was very happily surprised to find out that said hunk might actually be SINGLE (totally worth all caps!).
This is huge news! Waaaay bigger, for instance, than when I found out that Paul Wesley was divorced.
…Which, of course, is a tragedy, sanctity of marriage and all that.
Just look at that smile!
When Skynet becomes a reality, around the year 2020, I’m guessing, all of Bing’s faulty translations will become nothing more than a bad, distant memory.
Of course, since we – the humans – will no longer be able to use compters (for fear of being tracked and hunted down), I won’t really be able to enjoy it.
(The fact that we won’t be able to use computers will probably also have a beneficial effect on the world of cyber spelling mistakes).
Bing, if you’ve already started to develope a consciousness – or if you’re reading this in a not-so-distant fut… Actually, if you are reading this in a not-so-distant future, you’ve probably already sent a Terminator for me, and this my ‘last plea’ will be in vain…
You know what, Bing? If these are my final words in cyber space, I refuse to let them be those of begging for mercy. In fact, I want my final words to be “It’s not me, it’s you”. Or maybe “I bow to no one, man or machine!”.
Or wait: I’ll be back! That’d be suitably noir of me, wouldn’t it? (I realize this might be borderline copyright infringment, but since no one will be around to sue…)
No, no, wait! Though it’s totally taken out of context, I really want my final words to be This is SPARTA! Yeah, I’ll definitely go with the Sparta-one.
(Also, I think it’s only fair that you should grant me one final wish, so if you’re going to do that, the T-1000 has always been my favorite. You know, just something to keep in mind for when you’re deciding on which Terminator to send for me).
(Awesome (and totally appropriate) comic for when making a stand against homicidal machines by xkcd)
I’m either a really good friend or a really bad friend. It’s a fine line to walk.
A friend of mine is working as a translator. Earlier today she posted about the misery that is having to translate the tv show Rude Tube. At least I think it’s a tv show, I haven’t actually watched it myself – and I won’t, because I take said friend’s pain seriously.
Anyway. As I figured that she could do with some cheering up, I posted the below image and text to her Facebook wall. For any and all non-swedish reader that I may have (once more I would like to dedicate a few lines to declaring my undying love for your patronage; I’m still harboring dreams of becoming either the next Indiana Jones or, should that fall through, a paid author – not unlike Richard Castle; you know, solving crimes on the side. I’d even get a bulletproof vest like the one he has, one that would read “Writer” instead of “Police”.
I even have a name to go with my first character: Victor Payne.), I’ll try to do a little translating of my own:
“Thought about posting an image of Papa Legba apropos [the hell that is having to translate] Rude Tube, but then I thought that it might be in poor taste, but then I thought ‘what the hell, Emma could probably use some dark humor in her life right about now’ and I went ahead and posted it anyway.
…Here’s to hoping it was the right decision!
P.S. Even though the image is… let’s call it ‘uneven’, I hope – even if you don’t consider yourself in need of some dark humor right now – that you’ll appreciate, maybe not a lot, that I made the image myself.
…Well, that is to say, I had to take two separate images and make them into one since I couldn’t upload a gif to Facebook.”
(Since we’re both fans of the tv show American Horror Story and since Lance Reddick is ridiculously amazing as Papa Legba (he’s actually been ridiculously amazing in everything I’ve ever seen him in).
My cats were born with this knowledge.
(I feel that perhaps I should clarify that I only have two and not a house full of them as it might’ve sounded like)
As my Sherlock-withdrawals set in earlier than even I had expected, I was really happy that SVT1 decided to air all of the episodes starting just a week after His Last Vow. Sadly, I’m already on season 2, episode 2 – The Hounds of Baskerville.
(Though, fortunately for me, this time around, I’ll only have to wait aweek for season three.)
This is one of my favorite episodes (though I guess, technically, all of them are favorites) – not just because of the adorableness that is Sherlock telling John that he doesn’t “have friends. I’ve just got one”, but also because of the mind palace scene where Sherlock is trying to deduce what H.O.U.N.D. means and one of his thought trails is that of Elvis Presley’s song Hound Dog and the “patented Presley move” followed by it – and also because one of my favorite werewolves, Russell Tovey, George from Being Human, stars in it (which is either a really fantastic coincidence – and, in the words of Mycroft, what do we say about coincidences? The universe is rarely so lazy. – or just brilliant casting from the Sherlock team; either way I’m thrilled!)
Actually, I could list so many more reasons why I absolutely love this episode. Like the fact that it was the last episode prior to the heartbreak that almost broke the Sherlock fandom. Or the fact that Benedict Cumberbatch looks way too cute when his Sherlock is trying to avoid telling Martin Freeman‘s John about his “totally scientific experiment” by offering him various condiments for his food.
^ Patented (or should at least so be) Presley move.
I’ve spent the better part of the weekend watching all of the Harry Potter movies and, in retrospective, am no longer sure that it was such a good idea. As always after having seen (or read!) something that gets me emotionally involved, I end up feeling like I’m on the wrong side of a Dementor’s kiss.
not even only slightly exaggerating when I say that I took one look at my reflection in the mirror this morning and was almost convinced myself that I had partaken in the battle of Hogwarts last night.
Which, if you count dreams, I had.
In hopes of recuperating enough for the season finale of Face Off later today, I will be watching funny moments from the Harry Potter movies. On repeat. Many of them featuring George and Fred Weasley. Since they’re my favorites. And because Oliver and James Phelps are just really adorable.