star wars episode 2

Things that bugged the hell out of me:
. the fact that artoo flies, all of a sudden - uh, when did that come about???
. rolling around in the grass - ugh
. excessive CG - Yoda’s better as a muppet
. puns !!!

Cool things:
. the origin of the storm troopers
. young Owen and Beru

Some people have complained about the bad acting and the gratuitous dominatrix outfit, but that was pretty much a part of the original holy trilogy. It just makes it more Star Wars to me.

But did I like it? Yes, though I agree with most of what the smc said about it.

Dad surprised me. I thought I’d have to explain the whole “okay. the good guys (the Senate) in THIS movie are the bad guys (the Empire) in the original” thing, but that didn’t pose a problem for him. His problem was “so why’d he get older if she didn’t?”.

the blog is afoot

Hello, world!!!

Well, praise be, I got the archives and commenting to work. Since this new blog’s so short so far, the new archives contain nothing more than what’s on this page… but hey, they work.

What the hell… I’m choosing this moment to jump in and release this beast to the world. If anyone is reading this, be a dear and put in a comment under ‘talk back’?

Okay, my beauty sleep is way past due.

everybody was kung fu fighting…

This weekend I’m going up to Toronto with Iris, T and Gord to watch the latter get himself killed at a Kung Fu tournament. Get this - when he was qualifying for the tourney, he inadvertently placed in the top bracket, so he’s probably seriously outclassed. I’m taking the digicam and making a video of the whole weekend.

Hey, if you had a chance to see your ex get the shit kicked out of them, wouldn’t you make it into a documentary too? I can even make a few bucks out of it, if there’s blood…

wow! that was amazing!

Note to self: marry a man who can swing dance.

you can’t handle the truth

Well, looks like the old blogs are lost for good, boys and girls. I could be tempted to wax poetic and talk about “brand new starts”, but I don’t feel very sacchariny today. If I get sweet on top of wearing pink, I might as well just join the Oprah book club.

Belgium came and went, too laden with content and meaning to post in a public archive. I’ll post the pictures sometime soon though. Beautiful country, wonderful two weeks. Too wonderful, I’m thinking about moving. But that’s another story for another time.

I was thinking about a girl today, someone whom you could say was my twin in another life. I met her six years ago when I left a job to go to Asia. She was my replacement. We dropped out of acquaintance, until four years later when I started a job as a training materials developer. I was replacing someone who had left to go to Asia, and as I would later find out, that someone was her. To add another parallel, shortly after starting that job, I met NiceGuyAtTheOffice, with whom things soon seemed to be well on their way. Then I found out NiceGuyAtTheOffice had just been dumped by this girl leaving for Asia.

(Things never actually took off with NiceGuyAtTheOffice, by the way, as I met the charming T - that was two years ago).

What’s my point?

I was just thinking about a conversation she and I had one night, about how she felt life was simplest if you were governed by the simple principle of Living by the Truth. Have nothing to hide, deal openly with all. However, she was finding that to be difficult, as most people close to her just “couldn’t handle the truth”. Some seemed to prefer being lied to, somewhat. It seems to be my experience of late. The truth is often met with anger, vehemence, defensiveness.

Note to self: reward truth with understanding.

The girl now lives in Japan.

Well, off to swing…