2 posts tagged “nablopomo”
So much for blogging every day for 30 days. **sigh**
I did the best that I could! Does it count that I was horribly ill for almost one week and was in no condition to blog about anything? Oh, good!
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I finally watched the last 2 episodes of True Blood this weekend. (So my sister can stop yelling at me.) I thought it was creepy, with us knowing Rene was the killer and him being so "helpful" to everyone. **shudder** And poor Arlene! Her kids found that videotape. **shudder**
A couple of things really, really pissed me off:
-Sookie putting Bill "out" of her house. The guy is gone 2 fucking days and you're already sniffing up on some other dude? Daaaamn. That's cold-blooded! (BTW, I'm glad Bill finally put a hurtin' on skeevy ass Sam. I know he's done alot for Sookie, but is it all just so he can push up on her? Sheesh.) Sookie cannot seem to go 20 minutes without a man holding her hand (or kissing her). She's much more independent in the books, which I find personally appealing.
I don't like Sookie as much now as I did in the beginning. As a matter of fact, the more everybody falls in love with Sookie and she can do no wrong, the less I like her. She's always right, there's always justifcation for her poor behavior and no man that walks the face of the Earth can resist her. (It reminds me of the latter seasons of Buffy, season 4 of Alias and the Twilight series, but that's a whole OTHER post.)
-Bill comes out of his resting place in the fucking daytime to save Sookie. No, no, NO, NO. You cannot set up this mythology and then throw it out of the way when it is convenient to the story. Bill should have burned the fuck up, period. In an earlier episode, it showed him waiting, frustrated, for sundown. Now, magically, he can survive (with no residual harm) walking several hundred feet in broad daylight. I'm calling bullshit.
If you want a dramatic, heroic rescue scene, there are other ways to do it. I mean, at least let it be 15 minutes before sundown or something. Or how about Sookie saving herself. Like she did in the book. Whoops! I forgot, simple, silly Sookie needs a man or 2 to help her out. My bad!
-Where the hell is Lafayette? I've got a sneaking suspicion I know, but I SO don't want it to be true.
For next season, I'm curious to find out what's the deal with Marianne-Sam-Tara. And that newborn vamp, Jessica, is goning to cause lots of trouble for Bill. Poor Bill. And poor, addle-brained Jason, an anti-vamp Jesus freak.
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I saw "Twilight" on Saturday.
It was not as bad as I thought it would be.
But it was not very good.
I knew it would be difficult to recreate the world that all of us have in our heads, but I was willing to give the movie some leeway. Lots of leeway.
I could go on and on about the things that I wasn't so crazy about, but for the sake of time, I'll keep it short:
-The casting. I know that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, etc., but THESE are the actors they pick to play UNBELIEVABLY beautiful vampires? The casting agent needs to give her salary back. Seriously. Robert Pattinson, who I liked just fine in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, was just plain wierd in his role as Edward. He made these tortured (I think) expressions that just made him look...well, constipated. It took me right out of the story every time he did it. Between that and his odd speaking affect, I was not thinking about how drrrreamy Edward was, but how creepy. Ugh.
-The story itself. It had none of the tension that the book had. I know some say since the source material was so weak, the screenplay couldn't help but be poor, but still. I just don't think the differences in the vampire lifestyle and the urgency to get Bella away from James was properly conveyed. Oh well.
-What was utterly, horrible fucking HILARIOUS: the actor playing Jasper. He looked as if he stuck his finger in an electric socket: freaked out hair, perpetual wide-eyed look, never blinking. I wonder what direction he was given. He made the movie truly laughable. At one point, my sister had to leave the theater, we were laughing so hard. Sheesh.
Go see it if you must, but don't take it too seriously.
Thanks to Kelly, I went on a search for NaBloPoMo AKA National Blog Posting Month. Yes, it's derived from NaNoWriMo AKA National Novel Writing Month. I'm refuse to go through the charade of thinking I will write 50,000 words this month. I just can't do that to myself again.
Anywho! I'm going to post on my blog every day for the next 30 days. Won't you come and join me?
