We're not dead or anything
After a short(long) break, we are back!
It may go on a little...long.
Next time will be shorter. And funnier. (No it won't)
We watched LEGO Batman, and has some thoughts. A few of them were even on topic!
We watched Logan
We are back! With new equipment, and a better(the same) attitude!
It's a long one guys! Character creation always takes the longest!
So I went into this book expecting it to be rambling and incoherent. I was pleasantly surprised by the first two chapters being written wonderfully about the days after Shatner finished Star Trek and was 'in between jobs' so to speak.
Unfortunately once we actually get into the movies themselves it feels more like an essay, or interview with the different directors and writers rather then memories from Shatner himself. However I found it full of fun behind the scenes facts (They all hated The Motion Picture too) and interesting to hear how the different events and original scrapped scripts were.
Would I re-read it: Yes
Would I recommend it: Yes if you have a deep love of Star Trek. If youre looking for something with a more story and less just nerdy tid-bits, this isn't for ya.
Am I going to keep it: Absolutely!
Tonight we have six shots of vodka and a doubleshot of Fireball
Let's be honest people, it's a Nicolas Cage movie and it's not National Treasure, so...fuck it
I love E.M. Forster novels. This book was recommended to me because of that.
I didn’t like it.
Two of the women in this book were just continually hateful for so long towards two of the other women, that it wasn’t enjoyable to read. I kept waiting for them to fall in love with their surroundings and surrender their hard views of the world as the other two women had earlier in the book, but they just wouldn’t. They stubbornly clung to their old ways in such a way that it’s not only harsh to the two women who their angry gaze is cast upon, but tiresome for the audience.
Not mention one of the other two women of the book that you’re, I guess, rooting for, then goes and invites her abusive husband to join them? Like...the fuck?
Overall I understand what this book was trying to say and do but just generally found it un-enjoyable in the most pleasant setting. It was weird. Like getting gum in your hair at Disney World.
Would I re-read it: Nope.
Would I recommend it: No.
Am I going to keep it: You can have this one back, mom.
So last night, we bit the bullet and watched X-Men: The Last Stand.
It wasn't quite as bad as we remember, but, you know, it was still bad.
Plus, Emma is a sleepy panda
We had some thoughts about the 'young' Magneto and Professor X shown at the beginning
And lots of Wolverine love
Frasier Crane made his X-Men debut
John got jealous of Magneto
John was also an asshole
He then told us his thoughts on the actor who plays Angel
We made light of Magneto's boyfriend's death
And fawned over his abilities
John then equated the climactic fight scene to an MMA match
We also had many questions about the ending...
All in all, we've seen better, and we've seen worse. And will continue to do both.
Join us next week for Gh-OH MY GOD.
GHOSTRIDER, STARRING NICOLAS CAGE
We're all gonna die
So, since we're watching X-Men 3: The Last Stand, we will be drinking...
Just whatever beer is open near you, Logan doesn't fucking care what beer he drinks and neither should you!
That being said, we actually do care about what we drink
So Emma says to me the other day, “Hey John, I really like your writing, you should do a regular column or something.”
Me, being the way I am, said, “No way. No one wants to read my crap.”
But then she wrote it down in the calendar, and said I had to do it. So here we are.
So this is something we’re calling ‘John’s Corner’ I guess. Or maybe Douchebag Central. Or Letters From an Asshole. We’ll figure it out.
Remember, guys, we are also looking for submissions for our OC Days and our Fandom Days(Formerly ‘Fandom Friday’) so please, feel free to comment, or email us (email@example.com). We’re running out of nerdy friends to exploit for personal gain, so we want to start in on strangers, if you don’t mind. Seriously.
So, recently, I had a bit of a breakdown and downloaded Star Wars: The Old Republic Online. It’s not the first time I’ve played it, but I had a lot of friends pressuring me to rejoin World of Warcraft(For the fourth time), so I felt it a better opportunity. It’s Free to Play, up to a point, but I figured it’d be good enough, right? I had played two years ago, right after I built my gaming computer. This time around I was just hoping for some Star Wars goodness without having to play through KotOR or KotOR 2 for the seven thousandth time(though I’ll keep doing that, too)
Turns out, I had payed for an entire year’s subscription, but deactivated my account three months in. I have no memory of this, and it is not something I usually do, so imagine my surprise when I see that I still have 9 months left on my ‘subscriber status’.
So here I am again, playing an MMO, a Star Wars one at that. It’s pretty awesome, and I’m feeling a little better about it this time around. I haven’t spent any actual money, and my attention span with games don’t tend to run longer than a few months at a time, so I don’t anticipate spending any, either. And it’s a fun. We’ll see how it goes.
My history with MMOs is spotty, at best. My first foray into WoW was...bad. But each time I’ve played an MMO, I’ve been better at seeing the addiction set in, and have been able to stop pretty easily each time. For now, I’m going to enjoy the ride, and my characters.
That’s all for now, peoples.
This book takes you on a wild ride of intrigue and mystery. I was kept on the edge of my seat all through part 2. Part 1 mostly describes the beginning of Bellman's life, and tells you of his undoing by shooting a rook down with a sling shot as a kid. THis haunts him the rest of his life. When he gets older things seem to be going well for him but it seems that someone every few years close to him dies. And at every funeral there is the same man. A mad dressed in all black who nods at him like an old friend. At first I thought this mad was the spirit of the rook. Then one evening, after Bellman's family is ravaged by fever he makes a deal with the man in black, who we come to learn is actually named Black. His only remaining child is on the throws of death, he is ready to hang himself when Black makes an appearance. He doesn't remember what deal they made but suddenly his sickly daughter is alive. Maybe not well, but alive.
Throughout all of part 2 you get a sense of foreboding, when will black return? What will he demand of Bellman? The constant anxiety of this unforeseen figure.
I started to realise that Black may not have been the rook, but the grim reaper when he goes to one of his worker's home's and sees her talking to Black. He asks her about it and she said she'd just been coming back from her infant's grave and bumped into him on the street.
And finally Black comes to Bellman, in his office which he literally lives out of. He welcomes Black in and offers him a drink and tries desperately to offer him money since he believes that the deal he struck up with him for Dora's life must have somehow involved coin. As he rambles Black sits calmly and quietly asks him to remember. Then more forcefully. Suddenly you realise that this is Bellman's life flashing before his eyes and that Black is not the Grim Reaper, simply death itself. Patient. Waiting. And there for him.
Holy shit this book was good. I was on the edge of my seat reading like a madman. I would highly recommend this book and have in fact forced it upon John to read it himself.
Would I re-read it: Yes. Immediately if I could.
Would I recommend it: Yes!
Am I going to keep it: Yes!
So this week we watched The Fantastic Four(The 2005 one)
right from the off, as you can tell from our drinks, we have lost all hope
John continued with a great attitude
And we, naturally, named the characters
Emma noticed some changes in the last 11 years
And John was an asshole
Emma commented on the costuming
And John was still an asshole
Von Doom really falls far in this film
We also noticed a few problematic heroics
And the movie came a quick and, dare I say, easy end.
Join us next week when we watch our next movie:
X-Men: The Last Stand
Mr. Fantastic - a sipping whiskey because those dumb grey patches say I'm an old dude who wants to sit by a fire and drink slowly while thinking of how my day went. In a tall shot glass because it stretched out. Get it? Fucking kill me
The Thing- rum. Because fuck you.
The Human Torch - Fireball and pomegranate and cherry grenadine. Because fire. And fuck you.
The Invisible Woman - straight vodka so you can go straight to hell
Hello, John here
Well, as we all know, Thanksgiving is tomorrow, and everyone will be celebrating with family or friends. On this day, before Thanksgiving, I am taking a moment to think about the less-important, but much beloved things in my life. I could write about about how thankful I am for the people in my life, the family, friends, and loved ones. And I will. But not this day. Today, on this day before actual Thanksgiving, I am thankful for the nerdy things in my life.
I am thankful for Star Wars. This classic, epic tale of good and evil, this space opera spanning generations. Jesus fucking christ, can I wax poetical about Star Wars. Good lord, something's wrong with me. Rogue One, coming out soon. I'm interested to see the difference from the trilogies to a 'Star Wars Story'. Goodness gracious me.
I am thankful for my Pathfinder games and groups. We may only meet to play a game together, but it's an important, and sometime therapeutic way to pass the time with you. Traveling through epic lands of fantasy and adventure, good food, and good friends.
I am thankful for books. My library of sci-fi and fantasy, and graphic novels, and modern fiction. A few scant pounds of paper and paste and string, transporting the mind to incredible and fantastic places. An examination of the human mind. A litany of poems, mostly about trees. A boy and his tiger. Thank you.
And thank you to fart jokes, that never get old, and are always funny.
So, we just saw Doctor Strange. John wasn't looking forward to it, and Emma had to roofie him and drag his unconscious body into the theater seven hours beforehand. Here's what we thought.
Okay, okay, fine, I didn't hate Doctor Strange. You win.
Were there a lot of things wrong with it? Yes. Did I hate it? No. Was it the worst Marvel movie? Not by a long shot. This movie mostly fell into the "tried to do too much after having spent too much time on the origin story" trap. Which, all of the origin stories do, naturally, to one degree or another. We also had Bendystraw Cummerbund portraying Stephen Strange, a Philadelphia-born brain surgeon. Brillopad, who is British, could either speak with an...American...accent, or speak with emotion. Not both. That being said, I didn't dislike his portrayal. The story is more-or-less pulled straight out of the Marvel wiki page. I should know. I looked it up, cause I don't know much(anything) about Doctor Strange.
He definitely got the whole 'demanding to be referred to as Doctor' thing spot on. I run into those kind of assholes from time-to-time, and man, they are hickory smoked horse butt-holes in human form. And they didn't shy away from that. This whole movie, much like the first Avengers movie, was about one white man(Tony Stark) realizing it wasn't all about him, and sacrificing himself. Except, you know, everything turns out fine, white man survives with little to no consequence. Which, hey, good guys win and all, but the ending honestly felt too easy. Boom, evil multiverse entity swallowing the Earth, wham-bam, Broccoli Cucumberpatch figures out how to use the (SURPRISE) Infinity Stone to beat the entity. Everyone goes home with a plate of spaghetti and a cool story. Except for Mordo, whose entire belief system is left in tatters, but, hey, he's not the hero, right? Right?
OK, I roofied no one first of all.
So the first opening twenty minutes with all the medical shit? About made my medical phobic ass pass out. I thought I was going to be cool, then I dry heaved and thought to myself maybe I should go sit in the hall for a minute. I did and got asked very politely by a movie theatre attendant if I was OK?, I looked I kind of pale. I said that's just my face, thank you for the concern.
After all the 'my hands are fucked forever let's show us doing medical things with them' scenes, I was back by the time we got him to Nepal. Which then began the nausea due to special effects. The whole 'let's show this bitch what it's like to live inside a kaleidoscope' scene made my stomach protest as well.
So in this movie I love a lot of classic reaches that there were to the original comics. I don't know if Bumblebee Crabapples was the best choice to play him but we can't go back on that one so here we are. His accent was so painful in this movie omg.
So John said most of the things that I also felt to be true but let me tell you one thing I was fucking excited as hell about. I'm like 90% certain I saw Nico Minoru from the A-Force's weapon. Like holy shit you guys could that mean we get to meet her in some movie one day? That be fucking amazing omg.
This movie was interesting but predictable. Pretty but plot wise plain. I did cry when the ancient one died and I suppose the line 'You'd think after all this time I'd be ready. But look at me. Stretching one moment out into a thousand... just so that I can watch the snow.' got me. Right in the Honey Nut Feelios.