I am the garbage lady.
May. 27th, 2005 03:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Have you all seen Hero? It might be the prettiest movie I've ever seen. And the directing was absolutely wonderful. I don't know that I've ever come away from a movie completely awed by the directing before, but it happened. And beyond that, I really enjoyed the story (and the history). Highly rec this one. Also saw The Grudge, which was entertaining if you don't think about it at all. If you think about it, you'll realize it makes no sense whatsoever. And the ghost-things were definitely scary and creepy and all that -- even more so than the little girl from The Ring. *shudder*
Notice what movie I haven't mentioned seeing. That's right, the Star Wars movie. Want to know why that is? Because I don't like Star Wars. There. That's my dirty confession. I never understood what the hell was going on in them when I caught them on TV as a little kid, so the first time I ever sat through one of them was in college. And of course, by then what once was "cutting edge special effects" looked totally hokey and lame. Despite this, I was caught up in the excitement of Episode I when it came out ... until I saw it. Episode II was possibly even more painful. I just don't understand how anyone with a command of the English language can watch these movies and not cringe/be able to enjoy them in any way.
The thing is, I actually love the SW plot. I love the idea of Anakin and Padme, and what all happens to them. It's such a guilty pleasure. So while I have very little desire to actually see Episode III (even though I hear it's the best of the recent lot -- not that that's such a high bar), I was very interested in the details. So I totally got Jade to spill practically every bean about the plot, and I love talking about it and imagining the story going down. But actually watching these movies for me is, at best, a snore -- at worst, liable of making me want to claw my eyes/eardrums out and demand that George Lucas make reparations for the many wrongs he has perpetrated against writing and the English language.
I'm still undecided about whether I want to see Episode III in the theater; I'm quite content to wait for video. Or, you know, never. I know what happens, and somehow I think my imagination might be better than what I'll see on screen. Still, the idea of being able to see Hayden go evil and get all hot is rather appealing. Plus there's that guilty pleasure stuff between him and Padme that I would theoretically be into (but I thought that about Episode II, and their scenes together made me want to retch from the cheese of it all). We'll see, I guess. I didn't plan to watch the others, either, but got roped into it somehow, so maybe it'll happen again.
Last night I got a notice from UPS that they tried to deliver a package, but of course, I wasn't home. So today I went home during lunch to hopefully make it before UPS arrived, only to find that despite their notice saying "in-person signature required," they had just left the package for me at the door. Which I actually very much appreciate, because having to call UPS to halt delivery so that I can then go out of my way to drive to the UPS Center to pick up the package? Sucks. So even though they're technically not supposed to leave it there without my signature, and one day it'll bite me in the ass when someone steals it, I am still grateful to the driver for simply leaving it and saving me some trouble.
ANYWAY, I also took the opportunity to throw out some trash, because I tend to pile up to-be-recycled stuff until it's all about to collapse on my head. So I was in the little garbage dump area, breaking down boxes (yes, I still had my boxes from when I bought all that computer equipment), when this little boy struggled to get in. I helped him in, and he held up a jug of flavored milk (that looked 3/4 empty) and said that he needed to throw it away. So I opened the big dumpster so he could toss it in. I went back to my box-breaking, feeling pretty proud of myself. Helper of little boys, that's me!
A few minutes later, another little boy showed up. He was probably five or six, and when he saw me, he was like, "Can I have my chocolate milk?" What am I, the garbage assistant? I had a very bad feeling about his request, though. I told him I didn't know where his chocolate milk was, even though I suspected it was what the other little boy had thrown away. Then their older brother showed up, and was like, "Dude, we can't get your chocolate milk, it's in the garbage!" Whereupon boy #2 started bawling his head off. And of course I felt like a heel. I know how little kids are, how they think. Forevermore, to this boy I'll be the garbage lady who threw away his chocolate milk. Just the kind of memory of me I've always wanted to foster.
SIGH.
Also, I have been watching my AtS S5 DVDs. How can you not love the brilliance that is this scene?
From "Soul Purpose":
*Spike dusts a vampire who was getting all fangy on some girl.*
GIRL: Thank you! Thank you! That thing was gonna kill me!
SPIKE: Well, what do you expect? Out alone in this neighborhood? I got half a mind to kill you myself, you half-wit.
GIRL: What?!
SPIKE: I mean, honestly, what kind of retard wears heels like that in a dark alley? Take two steps, break your bloody ankle.
GIRL: I was just trying to get home.
SPIKE: Well, get a cab, you moron. *pushes her toward lit street* And on the way, if a stranger offers you candy, don't get in the van! Stupid cow.
DOYLE: Believe me now?
SPIKE: What, your victim vision? Please. Can't throw a bloody stone in this town without hitting some bimbo in trouble.
DOYLE: Tough guy, huh? Nice work, by the way, takin' out that vamp.
SPIKE: Oh, yeah. Epic battle. My finest hour.
DOYLE: You just saved a girl's life. It's nothing to laugh off. Though you could try being a little nicer next time. You almost made her cry.
Or, from "Damage":
ANDREW: Spike? It's you. It's really you! My therapist thought I was holding onto false hope, but... I knew you'd come back. You're like... you're like Gandalf the White, resurrected from the pit of the Balrog, more beautiful than ever. Ohh... he's alive, Frodo. He's alive.
Oh, that whole scene with Andrew is classic. Him and his "slayer of the vampyrs." :))
Notice what movie I haven't mentioned seeing. That's right, the Star Wars movie. Want to know why that is? Because I don't like Star Wars. There. That's my dirty confession. I never understood what the hell was going on in them when I caught them on TV as a little kid, so the first time I ever sat through one of them was in college. And of course, by then what once was "cutting edge special effects" looked totally hokey and lame. Despite this, I was caught up in the excitement of Episode I when it came out ... until I saw it. Episode II was possibly even more painful. I just don't understand how anyone with a command of the English language can watch these movies and not cringe/be able to enjoy them in any way.
The thing is, I actually love the SW plot. I love the idea of Anakin and Padme, and what all happens to them. It's such a guilty pleasure. So while I have very little desire to actually see Episode III (even though I hear it's the best of the recent lot -- not that that's such a high bar), I was very interested in the details. So I totally got Jade to spill practically every bean about the plot, and I love talking about it and imagining the story going down. But actually watching these movies for me is, at best, a snore -- at worst, liable of making me want to claw my eyes/eardrums out and demand that George Lucas make reparations for the many wrongs he has perpetrated against writing and the English language.
I'm still undecided about whether I want to see Episode III in the theater; I'm quite content to wait for video. Or, you know, never. I know what happens, and somehow I think my imagination might be better than what I'll see on screen. Still, the idea of being able to see Hayden go evil and get all hot is rather appealing. Plus there's that guilty pleasure stuff between him and Padme that I would theoretically be into (but I thought that about Episode II, and their scenes together made me want to retch from the cheese of it all). We'll see, I guess. I didn't plan to watch the others, either, but got roped into it somehow, so maybe it'll happen again.
Last night I got a notice from UPS that they tried to deliver a package, but of course, I wasn't home. So today I went home during lunch to hopefully make it before UPS arrived, only to find that despite their notice saying "in-person signature required," they had just left the package for me at the door. Which I actually very much appreciate, because having to call UPS to halt delivery so that I can then go out of my way to drive to the UPS Center to pick up the package? Sucks. So even though they're technically not supposed to leave it there without my signature, and one day it'll bite me in the ass when someone steals it, I am still grateful to the driver for simply leaving it and saving me some trouble.
ANYWAY, I also took the opportunity to throw out some trash, because I tend to pile up to-be-recycled stuff until it's all about to collapse on my head. So I was in the little garbage dump area, breaking down boxes (yes, I still had my boxes from when I bought all that computer equipment), when this little boy struggled to get in. I helped him in, and he held up a jug of flavored milk (that looked 3/4 empty) and said that he needed to throw it away. So I opened the big dumpster so he could toss it in. I went back to my box-breaking, feeling pretty proud of myself. Helper of little boys, that's me!
A few minutes later, another little boy showed up. He was probably five or six, and when he saw me, he was like, "Can I have my chocolate milk?" What am I, the garbage assistant? I had a very bad feeling about his request, though. I told him I didn't know where his chocolate milk was, even though I suspected it was what the other little boy had thrown away. Then their older brother showed up, and was like, "Dude, we can't get your chocolate milk, it's in the garbage!" Whereupon boy #2 started bawling his head off. And of course I felt like a heel. I know how little kids are, how they think. Forevermore, to this boy I'll be the garbage lady who threw away his chocolate milk. Just the kind of memory of me I've always wanted to foster.
SIGH.
Also, I have been watching my AtS S5 DVDs. How can you not love the brilliance that is this scene?
From "Soul Purpose":
*Spike dusts a vampire who was getting all fangy on some girl.*
GIRL: Thank you! Thank you! That thing was gonna kill me!
SPIKE: Well, what do you expect? Out alone in this neighborhood? I got half a mind to kill you myself, you half-wit.
GIRL: What?!
SPIKE: I mean, honestly, what kind of retard wears heels like that in a dark alley? Take two steps, break your bloody ankle.
GIRL: I was just trying to get home.
SPIKE: Well, get a cab, you moron. *pushes her toward lit street* And on the way, if a stranger offers you candy, don't get in the van! Stupid cow.
DOYLE: Believe me now?
SPIKE: What, your victim vision? Please. Can't throw a bloody stone in this town without hitting some bimbo in trouble.
DOYLE: Tough guy, huh? Nice work, by the way, takin' out that vamp.
SPIKE: Oh, yeah. Epic battle. My finest hour.
DOYLE: You just saved a girl's life. It's nothing to laugh off. Though you could try being a little nicer next time. You almost made her cry.
Or, from "Damage":
ANDREW: Spike? It's you. It's really you! My therapist thought I was holding onto false hope, but... I knew you'd come back. You're like... you're like Gandalf the White, resurrected from the pit of the Balrog, more beautiful than ever. Ohh... he's alive, Frodo. He's alive.
Oh, that whole scene with Andrew is classic. Him and his "slayer of the vampyrs." :))
