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So, where was I?
Oh yes....I'm sick. Again. One day I woke up and started coughing again, and kept coughing for 48 straight hours. I coughed until I was hoarse. I coughed until I truly felt like I might cry if I coughed one more time, my throat felt so raw. It wreaked total havoc with my voice and I lost my entire upper register. Now when I sing I have the vocal range of a Crash Test Dummies song (although every time I try I can't help thinking about my 1-800-Ask-a-Nurse making twirly not-right-in-the-head motions around her ear. "How often do you NEED to sing anyway??!!?!"). I usually think when people lose their voice they sound sexy, with a husky bedroom quality. Since my voice was already kind of low to begin with, now I just sound like I have a 20-pack-year smoking habit, a la Harvey Fierstein (except without the charismatic Brooklyn accent). I just want to be able to sing my Muse again *sob*
I truly have nothing exciting to update with, yet still feel the need to. Don't know why I bother since no one ever comments anymore, but the simple fact is I still enjoy writing and re-reading old stuff of mine when work is really, really slow. So I'll fall back here on some movie reviews I've been saving up.
( ::Constantine:: )
Big on effects and action, short on plot and acting, which I more or less expected anyway. 2 out of 5
( ::Jarhead. Warning: mildly not work-safe action behind the cut:: )
Some good acting with a great cast, but overall just left me feeling hollow and bereft. And I refuse to believe that the soldiers (particularly snipers, hello) couldn't have been given sunglasses in the desert. What was up wit dat? 3 out of 5
I have decided that the 4-1/2 minutes of screen time devoted to Alan Rickman in HP: GoF simply will not do to satisfy my craving. I can't get anything as Snape-ilicious anywhere else of course, but for some reason I've been haunted by the memory of a disturbing little movie I saw him in called Closet Land, a metaphorical study of torture techniques. The movie is out of print and exists in the US only on VHS, but I went to Hollywood Video with high hopes. These hopes slowly sagged and were eventually dashed completely as I searched in every conceivable category, even Comedy (though I swear, if I had found it there I just might have gone off on someone). The clerk looked it up and told me they sold their only copy about 3 years ago. What?? Sold it?? To make room for what, more copies of Children of the Corn Pt VII and Lindsay Lohan's new Herbie remake? I lamented this to Tery and she just sighed and chalked it up to my luck in general.
But I wasn't going to drop it. I searched my old standby, eBay, where both the VHS and Region 4 DVD from Spain were being sold for extortionate amounts, due to it being so rare. I just wanted to watch it again, I wasn't convinced I necessarily wanted to OWN it. Fortunately I found a happy medium between combing every Hollywood Video in Denver and paying $30+ for it on eBay, finding it instead on Amazon from a private seller for only $8. Also, just because it was only $2, I picked up An Awfully Big Adventure (bonus! Also directed by Mike "Goblet of Fire" Newell) which sounded similarly intriguing but also similarly unavailable.
To celebrate my Rickman goodies, I made this new icon, the geekiness of which amuses me to no end. And if I don't entertain myself, who bloody well will?
Let the Rickman buffet begin!
Oh yes....I'm sick. Again. One day I woke up and started coughing again, and kept coughing for 48 straight hours. I coughed until I was hoarse. I coughed until I truly felt like I might cry if I coughed one more time, my throat felt so raw. It wreaked total havoc with my voice and I lost my entire upper register. Now when I sing I have the vocal range of a Crash Test Dummies song (although every time I try I can't help thinking about my 1-800-Ask-a-Nurse making twirly not-right-in-the-head motions around her ear. "How often do you NEED to sing anyway??!!?!"). I usually think when people lose their voice they sound sexy, with a husky bedroom quality. Since my voice was already kind of low to begin with, now I just sound like I have a 20-pack-year smoking habit, a la Harvey Fierstein (except without the charismatic Brooklyn accent). I just want to be able to sing my Muse again *sob*
I truly have nothing exciting to update with, yet still feel the need to. Don't know why I bother since no one ever comments anymore, but the simple fact is I still enjoy writing and re-reading old stuff of mine when work is really, really slow. So I'll fall back here on some movie reviews I've been saving up.
( ::Constantine:: )
Big on effects and action, short on plot and acting, which I more or less expected anyway. 2 out of 5
( ::Jarhead. Warning: mildly not work-safe action behind the cut:: )
Some good acting with a great cast, but overall just left me feeling hollow and bereft. And I refuse to believe that the soldiers (particularly snipers, hello) couldn't have been given sunglasses in the desert. What was up wit dat? 3 out of 5
I have decided that the 4-1/2 minutes of screen time devoted to Alan Rickman in HP: GoF simply will not do to satisfy my craving. I can't get anything as Snape-ilicious anywhere else of course, but for some reason I've been haunted by the memory of a disturbing little movie I saw him in called Closet Land, a metaphorical study of torture techniques. The movie is out of print and exists in the US only on VHS, but I went to Hollywood Video with high hopes. These hopes slowly sagged and were eventually dashed completely as I searched in every conceivable category, even Comedy (though I swear, if I had found it there I just might have gone off on someone). The clerk looked it up and told me they sold their only copy about 3 years ago. What?? Sold it?? To make room for what, more copies of Children of the Corn Pt VII and Lindsay Lohan's new Herbie remake? I lamented this to Tery and she just sighed and chalked it up to my luck in general.
But I wasn't going to drop it. I searched my old standby, eBay, where both the VHS and Region 4 DVD from Spain were being sold for extortionate amounts, due to it being so rare. I just wanted to watch it again, I wasn't convinced I necessarily wanted to OWN it. Fortunately I found a happy medium between combing every Hollywood Video in Denver and paying $30+ for it on eBay, finding it instead on Amazon from a private seller for only $8. Also, just because it was only $2, I picked up An Awfully Big Adventure (bonus! Also directed by Mike "Goblet of Fire" Newell) which sounded similarly intriguing but also similarly unavailable.
To celebrate my Rickman goodies, I made this new icon, the geekiness of which amuses me to no end. And if I don't entertain myself, who bloody well will?
Let the Rickman buffet begin!
