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Sunday, July 20th, 2008
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10:12a
pssst, hey fella
Hey... hey ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) daltonkorotachi... there's a trailer up for Watchmen.
Jeffrey Dean Morgan is quite the ringer for The Comedian, I have high hopes for Rorschach's mask, and Jonathan Osterman getting zapped is going to be epic.
The Silk Spectre looks like a porn star, but I think I can live with that.
Matthew Goode is not the most handsome man on the planet, but Dr Manhattan looks incredible. *sniggers* And Raoul de Chagny himself is playing Nite Owl.
It looks good so far, Mr Snyder. They trusted you with, yes, arguably the most celebrated comic of all time. Don't fuck this up. Kthxbai.
current mood:  satisfied
current music: One Fine Day - Carole King
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alighiera
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12:56p
Just finished James Barclay's Dawnthief. Not quite sure what to think about it, though I'm going to get the sequel.
Somehow it felt unfinished. Good ideas, occasional great scenes, but it's lacking the certain something to make it really special. There's too much crammed into it - I was constantly going "now who is that guy, and hang on, yet another enemy group? And where on Earth did that guy come from? While we're at it, when did he die?"
I'm also still chuckling at the single sex scene, and that was 200 pages ago.
Still, it's got potential, and I'm hopeful that this is a typical setting-up-a-series start. Besides, with so much manly comforting going on, the slash part of my mind wouldn't be against seeing some fanfic. I suspect I'm out of luck there, though, given that not even Yuletide shows any signs of it.
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blackxlilies
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10:58p
I lost a kitten today :(
I feel like that kitty would've had a much better chance if the doctor wasn't a fucking dick whose only motivation seems to be money. It was a 'rescue' kitten that didn't really belong to any rescue and no one was gonna pick up the bill on her so he just told me that it was gonna die anyway. I spent the whole day sneaking behind his back every chance I got to make sure she was getting fluids and was warm enough, this morning she was just laying there like she was dead, couldn't even lift her head up but by 3pm she was moving around a little and could hold her head up for short periods of time. I brought her home with me thinking that if I could get her through the night with fluids and force feeding her that she'd make it but sadly her little body just didn't make it :(
Dad named her Maria, so at least she had name for a little while. I'm bringing home her two remaining siblings tomorrow. We lost her other three siblings this past weeks with the same symptoms. I just think they died from starvation and dehydration as no one really ever bother to check the isolation room and I seldom ever get a chance to go back there my self :/ Poor little kitty, better luck next time.
I brought Lefty home for the weekend. The vet told me I could bring him home on weekends but he still refuses to let him be adopted out to a family. I don't want to be the one to say 'I told you so' when this puppy ends up sick or dead. A vet hospital is no place for a puppy to grow up, he needs a real home where he can be trained and spoiled, not ignored and shut up for most of the day in a little kennel 'cause he gets in everyone's way. He's a vet, he should know better! Lefty's a freaking handful, but he's incredibly sweet and adorable :)
He kept trying to chew on Maria's line. He's fixated with anything that resembles wires, he almost chewed through our credit card machine some time ago, the vet nearly had a cow when we told him about it.
I worked from 8am to 4pm with no breaks or lunch, didn't even get to have breakfast until nearly 6 today. Horribly understaffed and unusually busy. I hate Saturdays. I hope I have nothing at my other job tomorrow, I don't want to deal with people at all until my next shift at the vet's on Tuesday.
current mood:  frustrated
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(2 comments | comment on this) Sunday, July 20th, 2008
ppyropigeon
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3:40a
Rattus Magicus :: A review of the writings of Alyx J Shaw
Further to a brief conversation I had with a magical rodent about the edibility of common drywall, I would like to take this opportunity to examine the writing of a very entertaining author because A.) I like to put my money where my mouth is B.) I am an insomniac and C.) I like her stuff.
( Click here for fun observations of young me and fan fiction XD )
There are very few writers I read on principal, that is to say I will read just about anything they have written, from an epic to a shopping list, just because it is that writer. I am picky, I don't like romance as a rule, it's always seemed so unrealistic and so far removed from everyday life, I can't stand much fluff, I'm one of natures cynics. However, when someone comes along and packages these things up with stuff like a good solid narrative, a lack of over-sentimentality, good characterisation and a sublime sense of humour, I will sit down and read it.
Alyx J Shaw's original fiction appeals to me on many levels; her style is mature and a well balanced mix of the key ingredients that make a good read; description, exposition & dialogue. Her plot development is never stale and her characters are written with a deep understanding of all the perfections, flaws and frailty of human nature, keenly observed by the author, I should imagine, by the author over her lifetime. Her comic timing is impeccable too, often I have been caught unaware by an unassuming little sentence so well placed is has had me smiling for hours afterwards. I have only found this great trait in one or two other professionally published authors.
I find the authors that really capture my imagination have one thing in common - that is the ability to make the words flap off the page and reassemble themselves in front of your eyes as living breathing pictures. The fact that you don't even notice your are reading after the first sentence because the authors voice conveys so well to you exactly what is happening is something I regard as a real hallmark of good storytelling. I find this is the case most of the time when I read fiction By Alyx J Shaw - it is effortless, fun and entertaining.
With regards to her recently published work - Strange Place in Time - I have only one real complaint. The first book is far too short. She has managed to create one of those rare fantasy stories where you want to find out what happens as quickly as humanly possible but also don't want it to stop as your having such a good time reading it.
S.P.I.T. Is a fantasy story. I find some fantasy stories annoy me greatly. Others I pick up and won't put down. I's a hit and miss genre for me (For example, if some one mentions Harry Potter to me, I feel the need to pick fault with it - if at all possible, using a big pointy stick) But I picked up the first instalment of S.P.I.T and read it in one sitting. All the qualities that drew me to this author were present, with the huge advantage that the story was hers, unconstrained by canon as it was the canon.
Apart from the reasons I have already mentioned, I liked this particular offering to literature because it tells an interesting story. When I read something, I don't want to have to analyse everything in depth and at length, reading should be a pleasure, not a chore. I have nothing against stories than make you think, but writing that requires constant dissecting and analogy drains the fun out of it for me. S.P.I.T is unassuming and in no way pompous or pretentious, it does exactly what it says on the tin, tells the recalling of a guy who had an adventure and met some quirky characters along the way - all whilst maintaining your interest and entertaining you greatly.
I have read a lot worse from authors who make a living from writing, and I have pointed out to this author that I cannot think of one good reason, apart from bad luck, why she isn't a hell of a lot more famous than she is. It is a point worth of miff that tree after tree has been squandered on miserable narrative while this author, thus far at least, has been confined mostly to the digital realm.
If, like me, you find yourself tapping your fingers impatiently for the next instalment of S.P.I.T, I would also recommend her short stories. I had a mooch over to her journal of original fiction one day and was confronted with all sorts of stories, free to view. I, cynical and un-romantic at the core, quivered at the prospect of reading a short romance story, how ever I have always operated on the belief that you never know till you try, and had a read. I was pleasantly surprised. Yes, there were sugary moments and fluffiness that wrestled with my cynicism, but the content was often removed from the trite unreality of the romances Hollywood and others can stuff down our throats daily. I like stuff that is removed from the trite unreality of the romances Hollywood and others can stuff down our throats daily.
What I would say to curious types who simply like to sit down and be entertained by what they read; Give it a go, you might find you have been missing out on the stories told by a talented writer. If fantasy is your cup of tea, pick up a copy of S.P.I.T and see where it takes you. If you like the guilty pleasures of fluff try a few short stories. If you like good writing pick any of the above.
current mood:  sleepy
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(8 comments | comment on this) Saturday, July 19th, 2008
sages_of_chaos
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11:33p
In a corner of the nexus, a portal opens. Now, this is no unusual occurance, but the man who stumbles through a second later is far from normal. He looks rather sickly, with bone-white skin and gaunt features, yet there's an unnatural beauty to him, though it's tainted by the aura of unease he gives off. His lips are painted bright red, and, while it's not too dark, one might notice the blueish eyeshadow he's wearing. His clothing looks to be fit for a period piece, and in his hand is a rather long, thin sword.
He glances around in confusion for a few seconds before regaining his composure, sheathing the sword, but keeping a hand on its hilt just to be on the safe side (or in case someone disgusts him enough to deserve cutting down).
"Has anyone seen Miyamoto Musashi around here?" He asks in a sickeningly sweet tone that's obviously forced. "If not," he continues, not even bothering to disguise his irritation. "Do you have a rival you are determined to best?"
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sages_of_chaos
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9:32p
The red dragon lays on the ground, wings folded against her sdes, tail flicking behind her. Golden eyes look very thoughtful as she ponders her question, which is asked in a raspy femenine voice.
"Do you have anyone you miss but would never admit it to?"
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8:08p
I guess being friends after a breakup isn't something that can work unless the breakup is at least slightly mutual. Sam has apparently decided that he doesn't think being friends is going to work out, and has opted to just stop talking to me entirely. If you're going to decide something like that, the least you could do is let me know. I'm so sick of all of this.
current mood:  angry
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achika_chan
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11:22p
They're rerunning the episode of SNL that Panic was Musical Guest on, if anyone on Ye Olde FList wants to watch it.
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7:24p
On Cheap Therapy
Never is a day so lonely, frustrating, or just plain fucked up that time with Moe doesn't cheer me up. And all we ever do is buy a pack of cigarettes each, eat nachos, and watch the Food Network. Variations on the theme include going out for beer first, getting ripped, and doing all this at Kate's house sometimes.
So it's a little expensive... but not compared to a therapy bill. Also, have just realised, am totally a man. So it goes.
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