Not that kind of action, you dirty-minded so-and-so. Because the answer to THAT question is "not remotely." :-P
Anyway, last night, the dream was as follows:
I was sitting on a beach to start out, in between my folks. It was busy and people were laughing and playing in the waves. Suddenly, off to my left, a giant wave rose up ... tall, taller than the trendy palm trees, taller than the quasi-tasteful condos behind us, a monstrous wall of water with body surfers trapped and screaming on top. We watched this impossible thing grow and fall and crash ... and the surfers picked themselves up off the sand and congratulated themselves on the ride. (This was not the dorky part.)
The second half of the dream involved me living in a hive/dorm setting. My hivemates were playing some sort of shoot-em-up futuristic game, but they screwed up somehow and opened portals in each of the hive chambers that allowed the enemies from the game to come into this plane of existence. I was annoyed with this because I wanted to relax but instead I had to run from aliens and storm-trooper looking things.
...
"Jeannette's posting about her dreams again, hmm, what's on Slashdot?"
There, that's what's on Slashdot, ya fuckers. :)
Anyway, it occurs to me that the dorky half of my dream could have been triggered by the fact that I saw "Aeon Flux" yesterday. Yeah ... it was bad. I mean, Charlize Theron is always hot, except in "Monster," but even her hotness was not enough to save this movie. Why did they wait until ten years after the cartoon's heyday to bring it to the big screen? I imagine the dialogue went as follows.
Charlize Theron: I wanna do a hot chick action movie.
CT's Agent: Umm ... well, we don't really have any good scripts for those right now ... how about doing this heartwarming movie about a woman with irritable bowel syndrome overcoming all odds?
CT: *whines* But I WANNA. Halle Berry got one. Are you saying I'm not as hot as Halle Berry?
CT'S A: Uh, well ... *rapidly sifts through pile of scripts on desk until he gets to a coffee-stained one near the bottom* Okay, here's one, and I promise it will be just as good as "Catwoman."
CT: I want another pony.
Saw this with Cliff, and he made the interesting point that they gave the black chick the monkey feet ... why is that, hmmmmm? The plot is bad, the characterization is worse, the dialogue delivery is just depressing, and nearly every major character in the movie gets shot or cut up at some point which has ABSOLUTELY NO EFFECT ON THEM -- I tell you, the people making weapons in the future must be pansy fucks. Blah blah dystopia blah blah cloning blah blah boobies blah blah and they all lived happily ever after.
I am all alone in the office today with my wonderful pine-scented candle, and I like it this way. I'm catching up my gift-preparing (my goal is to be done and have stuff mailed by Friday). The phone is quiet, the music is better than usual, and I don't have to sing today. Whoops! Wasn't gonna talk about that. And soon, soon, San Francisco will call me and offer me a job that pays me beaucoup de dollars and life will be ultra fabulous. Yes.
Anyway, last night, the dream was as follows:
I was sitting on a beach to start out, in between my folks. It was busy and people were laughing and playing in the waves. Suddenly, off to my left, a giant wave rose up ... tall, taller than the trendy palm trees, taller than the quasi-tasteful condos behind us, a monstrous wall of water with body surfers trapped and screaming on top. We watched this impossible thing grow and fall and crash ... and the surfers picked themselves up off the sand and congratulated themselves on the ride. (This was not the dorky part.)
The second half of the dream involved me living in a hive/dorm setting. My hivemates were playing some sort of shoot-em-up futuristic game, but they screwed up somehow and opened portals in each of the hive chambers that allowed the enemies from the game to come into this plane of existence. I was annoyed with this because I wanted to relax but instead I had to run from aliens and storm-trooper looking things.
...
"Jeannette's posting about her dreams again, hmm, what's on Slashdot?"
Hardware: Are three cores better than two?
IT: Antispyware Shootout
Zone Alarm Vs 180 Solutions: Zango hooks?
There, that's what's on Slashdot, ya fuckers. :)
Anyway, it occurs to me that the dorky half of my dream could have been triggered by the fact that I saw "Aeon Flux" yesterday. Yeah ... it was bad. I mean, Charlize Theron is always hot, except in "Monster," but even her hotness was not enough to save this movie. Why did they wait until ten years after the cartoon's heyday to bring it to the big screen? I imagine the dialogue went as follows.
Charlize Theron: I wanna do a hot chick action movie.
CT's Agent: Umm ... well, we don't really have any good scripts for those right now ... how about doing this heartwarming movie about a woman with irritable bowel syndrome overcoming all odds?
CT: *whines* But I WANNA. Halle Berry got one. Are you saying I'm not as hot as Halle Berry?
CT'S A: Uh, well ... *rapidly sifts through pile of scripts on desk until he gets to a coffee-stained one near the bottom* Okay, here's one, and I promise it will be just as good as "Catwoman."
CT: I want another pony.
Saw this with Cliff, and he made the interesting point that they gave the black chick the monkey feet ... why is that, hmmmmm? The plot is bad, the characterization is worse, the dialogue delivery is just depressing, and nearly every major character in the movie gets shot or cut up at some point which has ABSOLUTELY NO EFFECT ON THEM -- I tell you, the people making weapons in the future must be pansy fucks. Blah blah dystopia blah blah cloning blah blah boobies blah blah and they all lived happily ever after.
I am all alone in the office today with my wonderful pine-scented candle, and I like it this way. I'm catching up my gift-preparing (my goal is to be done and have stuff mailed by Friday). The phone is quiet, the music is better than usual, and I don't have to sing today. Whoops! Wasn't gonna talk about that. And soon, soon, San Francisco will call me and offer me a job that pays me beaucoup de dollars and life will be ultra fabulous. Yes.
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