The Libertine

On The Libertine.

I liked this movie on a few levels, not the least of which was the handheld camera-work and the shifty focus. It was so different from what you normally see, and it struck me right away. Also, holy crap, did not know that Jack Davenport was in this. I like him more and more. Yay for Jack Sparrow and Norrington in another movie together. ;)

And Johnny Depp was just brave and superb. There were parts where I was giggling and thinking, "OMG this is porn!" and parts where I was cringing. Places that other actors are afraid to go? Johnny goes there.

(Tangentially, it occurs to me that a lot of attractive actors and actresses do daring roles like this, and especially roles where they have this incredible transformation into something hideous--think Jared always getting his face trampled--and I have to wonder why. Actually, no I don't. Like rich people are not afraid to spend their money freely, beautiful people are not afraid to spend their looks. IIRC Jared made a comment in an interview once, "I don't care about looking good." Of course you don't. And by that same token, JK Rowling and Bill Gates don't care about making money. When you have something in abundance, you have the luxury of not having to worry about it. Anyway.)

The Earl of Rochester has always been a subject of great interest to me, or at least since college when one of my professors exuberantly taught some of his work. I seem to remember that said professor was somewhat enamoured of Rochester, and thus, because I idolized a few of my professors, and this guy was one of them, so was I enamoured of Rochester. (I've half a mind to look him up and email him to get his thoughts on this movie.)

But you know what I liked best in this movie? Lizzie Barrie, played by Samantha Morton. (Although it irked me how she was supposed to be a "plain woman" like that was a bad thing. God help me, I'd take "plain" over what I am on any day.) But anyway, since lately I seem to be surrounded by people in life, in movies, and on the internet who are just besotted with OMG TEH ROMANCE and coupliness and sappiness, *vom*, her character was quite refreshing. "Men are hurdles that must be negotiated" and "I did not wish to be your wife. I do not wish to be anyone's wife. I wish to continue being the creature I am." Can I get an amen? I love how she does just exactly what she wants, gets what she wants, and never gives herself up to him. It made me feel vindicated. And it was just a movie.

And speaking of, the way Rochester spoke of the theater being a substitute for what real life lacks is sometimes the way I feel about movies. O_o That can't be good. When he tells Jane that he thinks he's in love with an actress, she asks if he's seen her out of the theater. When he says no, she says, "Then it's the theater. It's not her." Word.

It was a decent film.

The Libertine

On The Libertine.

I liked this movie on a few levels, not the least of which was the handheld camera-work and the shifty focus. It was so different from what you normally see, and it struck me right away. Also, holy crap, did not know that Jack Davenport was in this. I like him more and more. Yay for Jack Sparrow and Norrington in another movie together. ;)

And Johnny Depp was just brave and superb. There were parts where I was giggling and thinking, "OMG this is porn!" and parts where I was cringing. Places that other actors are afraid to go? Johnny goes there.

(Tangentially, it occurs to me that a lot of attractive actors and actresses do daring roles like this, and especially roles where they have this incredible transformation into something hideous--think Jared always getting his face trampled--and I have to wonder why. Actually, no I don't. Like rich people are not afraid to spend their money freely, beautiful people are not afraid to spend their looks. IIRC Jared made a comment in an interview once, "I don't care about looking good." Of course you don't. And by that same token, JK Rowling and Bill Gates don't care about making money. When you have something in abundance, you have the luxury of not having to worry about it. Anyway.)

The Earl of Rochester has always been a subject of great interest to me, or at least since college when one of my professors exuberantly taught some of his work. I seem to remember that said professor was somewhat enamoured of Rochester, and thus, because I idolized a few of my professors, and this guy was one of them, so was I enamoured of Rochester. (I've half a mind to look him up and email him to get his thoughts on this movie.)

But you know what I liked best in this movie? Lizzie Barrie, played by Samantha Morton. (Although it irked me how she was supposed to be a "plain woman" like that was a bad thing. God help me, I'd take "plain" over what I am on any day.) But anyway, since lately I seem to be surrounded by people in life, in movies, and on the internet who are just besotted with OMG TEH ROMANCE and coupliness and sappiness, *vom*, her character was quite refreshing. "Men are hurdles that must be negotiated" and "I did not wish to be your wife. I do not wish to be anyone's wife. I wish to continue being the creature I am." Can I get an amen? I love how she does just exactly what she wants, gets what she wants, and never gives herself up to him. It made me feel vindicated. And it was just a movie.

And speaking of, the way Rochester spoke of the theater being a substitute for what real life lacks is sometimes the way I feel about movies. O_o That can't be good. When he tells Jane that he thinks he's in love with an actress, she asks if he's seen her out of the theater. When he says no, she says, "Then it's the theater. It's not her." Word.

It was a decent film.

boredom and avatars

It's like 90 degrees and I'm not about to go in the pool now because I want to be all nice and dry for Kung Fu, which I have to be there early today with the whole desk job thingie thing.

I'm bored.

Meez:

How fun!

boredom and avatars

It's like 90 degrees and I'm not about to go in the pool now because I want to be all nice and dry for Kung Fu, which I have to be there early today with the whole desk job thingie thing.

I'm bored.

Meez:

How fun!

30 STM MEEZ

( 30 STM meez, so cute! )

30 STM MEEZ

( 30 STM meez, so cute! )

That warning on hot things? 'Strue. (And some wank.)

Hurray for the 30STM board getting wanked. And for the mention of my clever little "Look at MY ASS" soundfile that I posted there. ^_^ Me FTW? I think so. ;D

Anyway, so the job as the Kung Fu school is, well, a little bit boring, but I guess that's just because I don't know what to do when I'm not doing anything yet. The computer and payment stuff is a little alien to me (I've never worked with any of this desk-job-ish kind of stuff before) but I supposed I'll get the hang of it.

Then we did about a half an hour of hardcore chi-gung, then some stretches in blackbelt club. I asked Chris C. to push me as far into my split as he could, and I was seriously almost to the floor. A few more inches, I would have had it. It wasn't my thighs or hips that stopped me, but my knees. If I can lock them out (like Sifu was telling me to do,) then I could do it. Then it was outdoors for more of the sword form, which gets more and more awesome with every step. And we did it so much (and I am so freaking into it,) that I was completely sweating by the end of the night. And completely tired.

And yet I decided that I had better wax my renegade eyebrows tonight, just in case I didn't get a chance to do so before the show on Sunday. (Which is just funny, because I know I could have managed it at some point.) I set the wax in the microwave and promplty forgot about it. My microwave doesn't have a digital timer, just a knob you turn, so I really had no idea how long it was in there. Also, in the past, it's taken about five minutes to melt that stuff. This time it could not have been more than four. Ah, yes. This is leading somewhere, isn't it?

Basically what happened is that it kind of sloshed in a big way over the side of the container and all over my hands. That's when time slows down. You don't feel it for a second. I stood there going, "Oh, this is going to be bad, going to be bad, going to be ow, OW OW OW OW!" as I ran to the sink in the bathroom. I dropped the tub of wax (threw it, more like,) on the counter. I heard it splash and a few seconds later, as I got to the bathroom, heard a weird cracking sound that made me wonder what had fallen off the counter. I later found out that when I threw the container and the wax splashed out, it landed on the bottom of a plastic bowl. It was so hot that it melted the plastic bowl to the counter. I'm still not sure why that made a cracking sound, though.

I was thinking of that scene in Fight Club and wondering if I should not put water on it, yet it was kind of boiling into my skin, and there was nothing else I could do. So I put cold water on it and then I tried to rub some olive oil on it to maybe loosen it up. Clever, no? It was really stuck in a bad way. So yeah, it was hot enough to melt my plastic bowl to the counter, you can imagine what it did to my hands. But because I cleverly put the olive oil on it really quickly, some of it ran off before it totally hardened so it's not as bad as it could have been. I've got a few second degree burns on my fingers (second degree is blisters, right?) which peeled off when I had to pull the wax off. It's mostly on my right hand, the knuckles of the first two fingers, but the worst one is right between the thumb and forefinger of my left hand.

That crap stings, yo.

And yes, I still did manage to wax my eyebrows. It just took me considerably longer than usual. And yes, it does hurt to type. But it hurts not to type, too, so I might as well. ^_^

Now I'm just thinking of all the things my hands need to be involved in accomplishing this week, like for instance, work tomorrow, sword form Wednesday (the hilt of the sword rests in your left hand at the opening--directly over where the worst burn is,) and, gods help me, my Hula show on Sunday, during which I'll be holding and playing various implements. 'Uli'Uli! My god, the POI BALLS! Crap on a stick. :/

Maybe it will leave some neat looking scars, but they won't exactly have the coolest story to go along with them. "Uhh, yeah, I was trying to remove unsightly hair from my eyebrows, and..." >_> Maybe I could lie and tell people it's blisters from doing the sword form so much. ^_~

Anyway, work tomorrow. It's hard to believe that this weekend that so many people looked forward to for so many weeks is already over. But I will continue to Think Tropical, at least for another month. At least. :D

That warning on hot things? 'Strue. (And some wank.)

Hurray for the 30STM board getting wanked. And for the mention of my clever little "Look at MY ASS" soundfile that I posted there. ^_^ Me FTW? I think so. ;D

Anyway, so the job as the Kung Fu school is, well, a little bit boring, but I guess that's just because I don't know what to do when I'm not doing anything yet. The computer and payment stuff is a little alien to me (I've never worked with any of this desk-job-ish kind of stuff before) but I supposed I'll get the hang of it.

Then we did about a half an hour of hardcore chi-gung, then some stretches in blackbelt club. I asked Chris C. to push me as far into my split as he could, and I was seriously almost to the floor. A few more inches, I would have had it. It wasn't my thighs or hips that stopped me, but my knees. If I can lock them out (like Sifu was telling me to do,) then I could do it. Then it was outdoors for more of the sword form, which gets more and more awesome with every step. And we did it so much (and I am so freaking into it,) that I was completely sweating by the end of the night. And completely tired.

And yet I decided that I had better wax my renegade eyebrows tonight, just in case I didn't get a chance to do so before the show on Sunday. (Which is just funny, because I know I could have managed it at some point.) I set the wax in the microwave and promplty forgot about it. My microwave doesn't have a digital timer, just a knob you turn, so I really had no idea how long it was in there. Also, in the past, it's taken about five minutes to melt that stuff. This time it could not have been more than four. Ah, yes. This is leading somewhere, isn't it?

Basically what happened is that it kind of sloshed in a big way over the side of the container and all over my hands. That's when time slows down. You don't feel it for a second. I stood there going, "Oh, this is going to be bad, going to be bad, going to be ow, OW OW OW OW!" as I ran to the sink in the bathroom. I dropped the tub of wax (threw it, more like,) on the counter. I heard it splash and a few seconds later, as I got to the bathroom, heard a weird cracking sound that made me wonder what had fallen off the counter. I later found out that when I threw the container and the wax splashed out, it landed on the bottom of a plastic bowl. It was so hot that it melted the plastic bowl to the counter. I'm still not sure why that made a cracking sound, though.

I was thinking of that scene in Fight Club and wondering if I should not put water on it, yet it was kind of boiling into my skin, and there was nothing else I could do. So I put cold water on it and then I tried to rub some olive oil on it to maybe loosen it up. Clever, no? It was really stuck in a bad way. So yeah, it was hot enough to melt my plastic bowl to the counter, you can imagine what it did to my hands. But because I cleverly put the olive oil on it really quickly, some of it ran off before it totally hardened so it's not as bad as it could have been. I've got a few second degree burns on my fingers (second degree is blisters, right?) which peeled off when I had to pull the wax off. It's mostly on my right hand, the knuckles of the first two fingers, but the worst one is right between the thumb and forefinger of my left hand.

That crap stings, yo.

And yes, I still did manage to wax my eyebrows. It just took me considerably longer than usual. And yes, it does hurt to type. But it hurts not to type, too, so I might as well. ^_^

Now I'm just thinking of all the things my hands need to be involved in accomplishing this week, like for instance, work tomorrow, sword form Wednesday (the hilt of the sword rests in your left hand at the opening--directly over where the worst burn is,) and, gods help me, my Hula show on Sunday, during which I'll be holding and playing various implements. 'Uli'Uli! My god, the POI BALLS! Crap on a stick. :/

Maybe it will leave some neat looking scars, but they won't exactly have the coolest story to go along with them. "Uhh, yeah, I was trying to remove unsightly hair from my eyebrows, and..." >_> Maybe I could lie and tell people it's blisters from doing the sword form so much. ^_~

Anyway, work tomorrow. It's hard to believe that this weekend that so many people looked forward to for so many weeks is already over. But I will continue to Think Tropical, at least for another month. At least. :D