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You, sir, are no Ellen Ripley

I very rarely watch TV anymore, except for first-run episodes of "Lost" and "24" (if it ever comes back on), but I've rediscovered a guilty pleasure this afternoon. No, not THAT guilty pleasure, pervs - I don't feel guilty about doing THAT at all. :D It's having bad TV shows and movies on in the background whilst I run around the apartment and try to pack up the rest of my books and clothes. Today's Bad TV Selection is the execrable "Air Force One", staring Harrison Ford, just at the knife's edge between "still kinda handsome" and "you're no Paul Newman, buddy". He acts all manly 'n' shit, but you can tell his heart isn't in it - it's paycheck time. Gary Oldman is in fine B-movie form, spouting yet another horrible wig and assinine "Slavic" accent, as a stereotypical pissed-off Russian who wants to take down his government's "puppet regime" and humiliate teh Ebil Americans in the process. Glenn Close is the manly, bitchy vice-president who has to endure the humiliating comments of male cabinet members who'd rather she just STFU and make them some sammiches. Dean Stockwell is in it, but his character seems to be rather normal as opposed to the more interesting "Dean Stockwell is Fucknuts", so I don't give a shit about him. Everyone runs around shooting Kalashnikovs, screaming out wacky scenarios at blinking Star Trekky computer consoles, and throwing veeeerrry sloooowww punches. Also, the women on AFOne scream a lot, cause it's hard being a helpless bitch in danger, I guess. (Please - are there "dude-only" safety catches on weapons, women?) I don't know how I missed this in the theat-- oh yeah, I do know how I missed this. All I can say is, if the Indiana Jones 4 movie is half as lame as this, I'm going to be forced to shoot Han first.

In other news, Clovertoe is doing quite well. It's neon purple now - I'm going to have to get some nail polish to match. Er, I won't put it on until I get the entire toenail back, though. Nail polish on open wounds isn't quite the glamor I want to go for right now...

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Marine Autumn

I owe you marine autumn
With dankness at its roots
and fog like a grape
and the graceful sun of the country;
and the silent space
in which sorrows lose themselves
and only the bright crown
of joy comes to the surface.

--Pablo Neruda.


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