23.6.09
Star Trekking
Before I say anything else, I'll leave aside the fact that the new Star Trek flic is a remake, with the same names stapled onto generally the same, but different characters. All the previous shows and films didn't exist.
That out of the way, I can say only one thing: the film sucks. Yeah, it's pretty, with all the 'special' effects and CGI and all that, and there's action and shooting and explosions. And its story might as well have been written by L. Ron Hubbard (in his guise of pulp sci-fi writer, not cult leader). Yeah, I did use to think Hubbard's Battlefield Earth is the greatest work of fiction ever written, but I was 12 at the time, and I've grown a few more synapses since then. So I prefer even my mindless entertainment to, well, have a story that makes sense. Star Trek fails to deliver.
That out of the way, I can say only one thing: the film sucks. Yeah, it's pretty, with all the 'special' effects and CGI and all that, and there's action and shooting and explosions. And its story might as well have been written by L. Ron Hubbard (in his guise of pulp sci-fi writer, not cult leader). Yeah, I did use to think Hubbard's Battlefield Earth is the greatest work of fiction ever written, but I was 12 at the time, and I've grown a few more synapses since then. So I prefer even my mindless entertainment to, well, have a story that makes sense. Star Trek fails to deliver.
21.6.09
Solstice
Wee!
17.6.09
No Solace
Maddox was right. Quantum of Solace is shit.
14.6.09
Holidays!
I've just made (and paid for) definite plans for my holidays this year.
England. Norway. Iceland.
My stomach is doing back-flips... Who the f*** is going to pay for it? Well, I am. Go me.
On the other hand, I 1) only live once (and not for much longer, hopefully), and 2) money is there to be spent. So, go f*** yourself, stomach. Do all the bloody back-flips you want, I'm going to travel, and I'm going to enjoy it, and that bean counter in me can go stick something sharp and pointy up his arse.
Yeah.
England. Norway. Iceland.
My stomach is doing back-flips... Who the f*** is going to pay for it? Well, I am. Go me.
On the other hand, I 1) only live once (and not for much longer, hopefully), and 2) money is there to be spent. So, go f*** yourself, stomach. Do all the bloody back-flips you want, I'm going to travel, and I'm going to enjoy it, and that bean counter in me can go stick something sharp and pointy up his arse.
Yeah.
13.6.09
Reading, Reading
It's official. I've lost all track of what's going on in Steven Erikson's Malazan book of the Fallen series. Or rather, why things are going on, and how do the twenty-seven (give or take five) subplots relate to each other, and why any of it matters.
I don't think this is because I made a longish break between the first five books and the next two. Sure, I did have to be reminded which of the 4000 characters is which, what they were doing and how they got where they are, and the eighth book looks like it'll make me do more of that kind of remembering, but that's not the problem. The problem is the why.
So I'll take another break. I just have to decide whether to take it in the Brent Weeks's Night Angel Trilogy (why the hell is it so popular to call three-book series trilogies?), or Brandon Sanderson's Mistborn. Choices, choices...
I don't think this is because I made a longish break between the first five books and the next two. Sure, I did have to be reminded which of the 4000 characters is which, what they were doing and how they got where they are, and the eighth book looks like it'll make me do more of that kind of remembering, but that's not the problem. The problem is the why.
So I'll take another break. I just have to decide whether to take it in the Brent Weeks's Night Angel Trilogy (why the hell is it so popular to call three-book series trilogies?), or Brandon Sanderson's Mistborn. Choices, choices...
7.6.09
To Lose Oneself...
I think I should take another holiday in Middle-Earth... I really want a story to lose myself in.
