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21 June 2003 @ 08:57 pm
"There is no spoon."  
Just saw Dog Soldiers on SciFi. Fun, bloody little werewolf movie, intense even in 10-minute increments broken by commercials for cars and allergy medicine. Lots of offhand homages too, I thought--Aliens, The Matrix, Silverado.

::crickets chirping::

Yes, okay, fine, I probably just imagined most of that.

Funny how listening to British guys bitch is far more charming than listening to Americans piss and moan. All the colorful slang and accents kept reminding me of Spike.

Spoon! Spoon was one of those great sideline characters. I thought for sure I must have seen his actor (Darren Morfitt) before in something, but IMDb convinced me otherwise. Then I realized what it was: he's the eerie love child of Andrew McCarthy and a young Peter Riegert.

I seriously thought about staying on the couch for Cyborg 2, starring a baby Angelina Jolie, but decided it looked like a yawn. Jury is still out on whether I drag my limp carcass one block to Starbucks to drink latte and reread noir.

On the way to the bedroom I noticed my last rental tapes sitting on the floor. I think they are, like, ten days overdue.

Commercials suck, on the whole. Individually they can be fascinating, and I do zone out and watch most of them, which worries me--subliminal advertising is not outside the realm of suspicion. But commercials with kittens in them make me meep sadly. The only time I think seriously even for a moment about giving up my apartment is for the chance to move somewhere that would let me have a tiny little muffiny handful of kitten. But I knock on wood because it's a great apartment, with the best landlords in the universe, no exaggeration--they leave cookies outside my door! they think of me like a daughter! someone else's daughter! but even so!--and so I must stiffen my wobbly lower lip and get over that.

You can always tell when I'm looking for any excuse to post in LJ.


 
 
 
Herself_nyc: Brianherself_nyc on June 21st, 2003 09:29 pm (UTC)
I am truly glad to learn you have excellent landlords, sweetie.
Anna S.eliade on June 21st, 2003 09:33 pm (UTC)
I thank you! And then I knock you over the head, tuck your icon under my arm, look around surreptitiously, nudge your body under the carpet, and slink off awkwardly.
Herself_nycherself_nyc on June 21st, 2003 09:42 pm (UTC)
Hahahahahahahahahaha
Take the icon. Make me another one, that I can share. Then we can both share. Sharing=good.
Anna S.eliade on June 21st, 2003 11:50 pm (UTC)
Re: Hahahahahahahahahaha
Nah, you keep it. I'm just teasing. Besides, *cough*, it's really the one with the thumb that kills me.

::runs off all giggly::
Herself_nycherself_nyc on June 22nd, 2003 07:27 am (UTC)
Re: Hahahahahahahahahaha
You are insane, in the best possible way.
namastenancynamastenancy on June 22nd, 2003 12:35 am (UTC)
Dog Soldiers
I found that movie to be really really scary and gripping - pretty amazing for something that was obviously made on a budget and looks like it was shot in the middle of some wood. But I do like Sean Pertwee and thought that the ending credits were funny. A nice relief from the tension of the film!

namaste SF Nancy
_dellamore_dellamore on June 22nd, 2003 01:26 am (UTC)
Oh yeah, I definitely loved Dog Soldiers; gore and Britspeak are an unbeatable combination. You can always count on SciFi for the quality films. ::pets SciFi::

Funny how listening to British guys bitch is far more charming than listening to Americans piss and moan. There's just something meaty and strangely musical about British slang. It's all word games and sexy accents, and that's always good. Yeh.
Katicusfreakykat on June 23rd, 2003 12:49 am (UTC)
Good lord. I thought I was the only person to ever see that movie.

It was frelling kickass.

Brits.

Uniforms.

Werewolves.

These are a few of my favorite things...