I guess I can just do this sequentially.
Let's see. I got my tyres replaced, since we went from seventy-five degrees to twenty-five in a matter of hours. Not that they really make snowtyres for my car.
So I went off to this place called PepBoys, where they replaced the tyres and nearly aligned the wheels before deciding that some six-hundred-dollar stabilising thingy wasn't very good, so they'd rather replace it. For six hundred bucks. After I'd already spent six hundred on tyres. Then some fat guy who couldn't drive a stick drove my car--a stick--out into the carpark and somehow managed to break my damned seat.
From now on, no one gets to touch my car unless they're literally fixing something. They don't get to break things; they don't get to try to figure out whether to floor it while stomping the clutch; they don't get to tell me that things were 'already broken' or that they 'just wore out' during the hour or two that they had my car.
In a related story, Hunter wants a car. Not just any car though. She wants a Fiero. Which is fine. The problem is that the only people who aren't aware that a 1988 Fiero GT with zero miles is only worth a thousand bucks are the ones trying to sell these sad little machines for five grand. Which doesn't really include the people selling them on eBay.com; they have the prices about right, but none of them lives anywhere near Denver, so then you have to pay for shipping to get thirty-two hundred pounds of rusty Pontiac SnailMailed from Madagascar. And that sucks too.
Let's see...the rest of the week kinda looks like that all over again. Various idiocy. Mostly imbeciles who aren't aware that they're driving on ice until they've finished driving on ice and begun parking upside-down in ditches. Which is fine, of course. And entertaining. It just bugs me that they can't possibly slide about at more than a decimetre from my spoiler. Codependent lemmings in SubUrbanVehicles.
Someone tried to get something dumb to happen here. There was a petition to force all restaurants and pubs to become fully nonsmoking. And, while it's laughable that, in a city of three million people, only three thousand bothered to sign it, it's actually more interesting to note that the primary advocacy of this brainless constitutional crime are made of up local churches. Which I don't fully get, granting that more churchgoers are smokers than nonsmokers.
Maybe the churches don't want their audience in restaurants, where they might learn that there's no evidence of deities, or that everything in christianity is plagiarised from older myths. Go to church; go home; stay. Turn on CBN and try not to think too much.
What else is new....
We finally started watching some of the DVDs we've been buying lately. I picked up the Elm Street saga a few days ago. I had the first one already, but the cover on the one from the boxset is actually the original poster, which looks a lot better than whatever was on the disc released in 1998.
Which is about as good as it gets.
Gah! Scary! Scary! |
I hadn't actually seen A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge since about 1986. And I remember why now. That is the scariest fucking film I've ever seen. Not Krueger. The chick. The one who looks like Tiffany got put away wet. Lemee go find this hideous freak of nature....
Aesthetisc warfare aside...this is a film what sucks. Granted, the only indication the third film gave to the existence of this cinematic abortion was the timeline: Freddy's Revenge was set five years after the first film; Dream Warriors [and no, I've never fully worked out how a film called Dream Warriors could possibly be immeasurably better than a film called Freddy's Revenge...with or without a brainwrenching cacophonous diatribe from Don Dokken] was set six years after the first film. And that's about it. In the three years since 1984's Elm Street came out, six years had passed before 1987's Dream Warriors was released. We're not saying why; we're just saying that those six years are gone now. And that's probably best. Because, otherwise, you might realise that Robert Englund somehow managed to get even goofier dialogue than he got as Willie the Vegetarian Herpetomorph in V.
Go ahead, Jesshee! Try it on for shize! Kill for me!
I'm not sure why the second film was the only one where Krueger had a debilitating lisp, either. Maybe Englund was doing that Harrison Ford manoeuvre: intentionally sounding bad in the hopes that the dialogue might get dropped. The difference is that the Director's Cut of Blade Runner eventually happened; apparently, the director actually wanted the exact level of suction seen in the final cut of Freddy's Revenge.
Speaking of director's cuts: I finally got round to getting the special Terminator disc. I, for one, am officially pissed. Back when Jim Cameron still knew how to make a film, he totally altered the story by cutting out all the important stuff. The entire counteroffensive in T2 was outlined in the first film. And they cut it. Not fair.
Oh, and Q: the Winged Serpent came out on disc. So I bought it. The funny thing is, it's not really a bad film. Although the packaging is upsetting. I'll have to scan this thing in sometime. The tagline actually reads something like you'll just have time to scream it's name. Oh well: the film didn't really have an editor either.
There is a bit of good news. After fighting with NewTek for the last year about my broken LightWave5.6 CD, I finally gave up on them [which I really did about the time I cracked LightWave7.5 and started using that] and went down to The Computer Room and cloned a copy they had in stock. Which is a good thing because A) lightWave5.6 is far better for modelling, if not for rendering, and B) I got all the cool stuff back after losing it when the disc snapped in half a year ago. That, along with the new laptop, should lead to some neat stuff here sometime soon.
Which reminds me. I'm in the process of reorgainising the Merch thing. Everything is moving to CafePress.com/wastedinc now. Mostly because I have a lot of stuff in a lot of places and it's not really necessary. So I'm organising it all into this one place. I might be done with that this month. Hard to say.
Oh yeah: more idiocy. Remember CRX, or whatever his name was? The troll SpEd from the board who was trying to get everyone to hate him for wearing high-heeled alligator shoes? After I banned him, he hit amazon.com and faked a review of NotS.
I'll copy it over to the Reviews section here when I have more time. Right now, I've been up for about thirty hours, and I just don't care.
This does tell me one thing, though: apparently, you don't actually have to read a book to post a review at amazon.com. Not that he really did. What he posted was a whiny strawman and attempted ad hominem. What's really impressive is that it only took him twenty-four hours to work out that he could post there, even though I'd banned him here. Them 'tards is learnin', I tell ya!
Oh well. Enough about R2D2 until he officially becomes a stalker. All he's up to right now is reading every byte of gremlin.net and trying to think up a way to hurt me without confirming his...what was Banger's word for it...unerudition?
And is anyone else aware that Banger disappeared from gremlin.net at roughly the time that President Junior got elected? Maybe there's a maximum number of morons allowed to invent words beyond etymology at any given time....
I'll work on that theory. First I need sleep.
More later....
--Gremlin