Happy one year anniversary to little pocket universe! Yay! I’m so sorry I don’t take care of you…thank you for taking care of me T_T
Until I get around to arranging a musical post (It is, after all, high time for one of those again.) ponder this: If video game women are digitally enhanced to appeal to boys and make them play the game and/or make their gaming experience more enjoyable, why don’t muscle-bound males in video games make those games more appealing to women to play? What if there were an Ocean’s Thirteen video game? How well would that do?
July 19 2007 | games and music and relationships | 3 Comments »
Shopping depresses me. These days I can no longer tell what’s supposed to be a top, a skirt, or a dress. The amount of time spent staring at the piece of clothing in question is frustrating enough to not buy it. Is it just a piece of clothing that’s multitasking? I’m doubtful of how effectively it would act in each separate field in the first place. What if you bought it and then wore it all too obviously and erroneously as another piece of clothing? Who wants to pay the money to be wrong? And why would anyone want to go through all these troubling thoughts for a top/skirt/dress - possibly convenient multitasking abilities or not?
Then there’s that infuriating percentage of styles and featured outfits today which promote donning the least amount of clothing possible just barely appropriate for your age. Witness babydoll tunics, especially when paired with no pants and some flats. Apparently presenting the illusion that you are just left of pregnant and/or trampy is in.
I won’t even get started on leggings and their rampant abuse in today’s “style.” Let’s just say they should be entirely avoided outside of the gym.
The sad fact of fashion is that no person can look amazing in every possible piece of clothing unless they or the clothes come with built-in airbrushing. And that will be one expensive day indeed.
July 17 2007 | fashion and musings | 3 Comments »
Tonight, over dinner, I came upon two realizations - First, Chili’s Frosty Chocolate Shake is far sweeter than I remembered it to be thus I shall probably never order one again (especially if the restaurant has run out of sprinkles! The disappointment of this tragic discovery surpassed that of the over-sweetness of the dessert.), and second, I’m a horrible critic of films. But I also know this to be true: digital animation behemoth Pixar knows what it’s doing. But poor Pixar - they’ve come with solid film after film, and expectations just keep building. The pressure must be unbelievable. Yet, they tackle the most unexpected of plots and somehow manage to make the most of them. I admire them immensely for having kept up their reputation and telling such engaging stories, but will not deny that I have approached just about every single Pixar film with skepticism. That is until tonight.
Yes, I did go see Ratatouille tonight. I walked into the theater knowing I’d see something amazing, and now that I have, I’d see it all over again at the slightest urging. Movie magic like that is rare today. Nowadays, people are seemingly all too willing to spend the cost of a full day’s worth of food to view anorexic films filled with pretty faces glossed by big-budget effects, and companies are all too happy to cater to such cash cows. Initially, sure, we can excuse such productions and call them “fun”, but the experience is a novelty which fades as quickly as the plating on a dollar store ring. (Pirates of the Carribean trilogy, I’m looking straight at you.) When films like those Pixar has produced thus far are presented to the world, I - as only a lowly viewer and critic of nothing but the impression that the film leaves on me - treasure such examples of what movies can really be and do to us “just watching” people.
So bear with me for a brief moment as I give into the demeaning expectations of a blogsphere wherein everyone expects everyone else to force opinions on each other and say that Ratatouille is a really darn good film. It’s fun, gorgeous, truly entertaining, witty without having to revert to a single joke about bodily gases, and an excellent way to spend time. To top it all off, Michael Giacchino’s score is amazing. I fall more and more in love with that man every time he scores a movie (or short film - see One Man Band - or video game…). Too bad the soundtrack hasn’t been released yet. I guess I’ll just have to watch the movie again. (I almost wish I could say that with some exasperation haha.)
[EDIT] Sorry, the soundtrack IS out. I was just apparently inept at finding it last night at 3am. heh. *waits in anticipation*
July 01 2007 | films and food and music | No Comments »
