Sunday, July 31, 2005

Veni, Vedi, Veci

Today, I came, I saw, and I conquered March of the Penguins at the Rialto in Raleigh.

Folks, if you have yet to see that jewel of a film, get off your hooshotchas and go to the nearest theatre/arthouse showing it. It is WONDERFUL...everything, from Morgan Freeman's narration (despite my hearing the fact that the French original is even more so brilliant in that they have the penguins "talking" AND there is no narrator) to the penguins themselves, is fantastic. Penguins are such funny, engaging, and adorable creatures that you can't help but love AND cry for at certain parts of the movie.

*Very highly* recommended.
Stormbringer's Week In Review: July 25th-31st, 2005

From an iceberg? *snorts* I say he got it from a store...

I know I am going to hell for this: Was it singing "Like A Virgin" too?

It's official: The Queen of England *really* has good taste.

That name only begs for that very thing to happen more...

This is similar to what would happen if a Furby (remember those?) was subjected to questionable content.

Funny story I actually have about a Furby...when I was packing for my Virginia move about a month ago, I came across in my closet an old Furby I hadn't taken out in over five years. Well, Furbs still had its batteries, and due to my accidentally shaking it as I was trying to carefully place it in a plastic bin, Furbs awakened. The first thing I said when that happened was "Oh. Crap.". And I would have taken Furby repeating what I said instead of what came...a *very shrill* beep that one could swear was hellspawned. And it would not stop. Furbies are scary enough...I so did not need that damned beep. After shaking the Furby to try to stop the beep, I ran downstairs to the kitchen, and much to my dad's dismay (even though it meant someone else sharing my pain AND knowing that I was not making up a claim that Furby comes from the place Pat Benatar says is for children), I took at least ten minutes to find a small enough screwdriver so I could finally get the batteries out of that thing. And scarily enough, even when I got the batteries out, Furby still screamed for a full five seconds, which made me start to believe there were actually supernatural forces powering that "creature". *VERY thankfully*, Furbs stopped rivaling Teddy Ruxpin with a Megadeth cassette tape inside himself.

Well, I *guess* he could plead insanity...

You Say Goodbye, And I Say Hello...Hello! Hello!

Remember way back (as in over a year ago) when I said goodbye to this here place? Well, I'm baaaack! While I am still maintaining my Net over on LiveJournal, I decided to reopen this place for those who don't feel like getting a LJ account to comment on my randomness AND/OR don't feel like having an "Anonymous" guise for their responses.

So, come one, come all! Just be overall respective of my opinions and feelings (seeing how this *is* my personal blog), and I'll be overall respective of yours. ;)