But What I Mean Is You

In pain, misery, sorrow, hurt, betrayal, you wrote your heart out, on paper or on a lighted screen. Now, you are content, stable, maybe even happy.

Do not go back and read what you had once written.

You deserve some untainted happiness.
(I say you, but I really mean me).

Brainfreeze

I watched Clash of the Titans recently.
There's no point me trying to summarise the story, because we didn't notice much of one.
So I'll just give you a fair, balanced judgement of pros and cons.

FAIL

1. The Titan story - wrongwrongWRONG! Does no one READ in Hollywood?

2. Hades' story - Please. These people make the gods sound like squabbling siblings in some lame soap opera. True story(sort of) - Zeus defeated the Titans. Then the three brothers; Zeus, Poisedon and Hades wanted to rule the earth. Hekate said eff off. They then divided heaven, the oceans and the underworld between them. The end.

3. WTF ARMOUR??????????????????????????????????
Did we accidentally walk into Gladiator?

4. Sam Worthington. Just...Sam Worthington.

5. Io. Just to be clear, babe. Wrong myth. Also, wrong curse.

6. Acrisius. And Danae. ARghbekbwhvduvaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. That's all I have to say.

7. Are they pimps with a metal and bad hairdo fetish, or are they GREEK GODS?

8. Scorpions? City of the Dead? DJINN? Wait, let me check the ticket...yeah, it says Clash of The Titans...NOT The Mummy 4. or 5 or whatever.

9. Perseus has a sword that can kill any mortal thing. Does he use it? Yes, after HIS WHOLE REGIMENT HAS BEEN SLAUGHTERED BY CREATURES HE COULD HAVE EASILY DESTROYED WITH HIS AWESOME SWORD WERE HE NOT SUCH A HUGE WHINY PRICK.

10. Pegasus. is. white. you morons.

11. The Fates. No reason really. Just felt like picking on everything.

12. I felt like I was watching a multiple level computer game, and the Kraken was the Big Boss.

13. Kraken. Andromeda. Hades. Argos?

14. Okay, I'll stop nitpicking basic mythology that anyone making a whole movie out of it should know about. But could you please have a lamer ending. No really. It was lame.

WIN

1. The scorpion thingies had eight legs, thus proving hollywood really does care about the little details.

In fact there are so many things that fail in this movie, not particularly Io's stunning changes of clothing while they ran across desert, hills, Hell and cliffs, that my brain stopped working completely after awhile.
Yeah, I know. It's only in it's absence that I realise that I DO have one. Anyway. The last time that happened was GI Joe.
I rest my case.

I Capture the Castle

I have just discovered something about myself and I don't know how to react.

The Situation:

I was on TvTropes, reading Quip to Black, when I saw a link to Castle, Nathan Fillion's new TV series.

(You don't know who Nathan Fillion is? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH) (No, I'm not going to help you. Reaver scum).

So clicking on it, I discovered Nathan Fillion had a Twitter account.

Now, as far as I know, Twitter to me is associated with self-impressed douchebags like John Mayer, Gerard Butler and Sarah Palin, and occasionally people keeping an account of the zombie apocalypse currently occuring in California.

But then I read Fillion's Twitter.

His first Twit (tweet? tweeter? whatever) was about Dr Horrible.

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Cue Whedon-induced euphoria.

As I read on, I realised that I had missed a huge part of awesomeness that could be incorporated into my life.

The Conclusion:

Am now stalking Nathan, Simon Pegg, Felicia Day, Alyson Hannigan, Jewel Staite and Summer Glau on Twitter.

No doubt I will be ashamed of myself this time next week. But for now I say, STALK ON!

Why jellyfish? Because, like the abovementioned people, jellyfish are awesome.

The Prison

When we are born, we are separate, and alone.

We die, alone.

We go through life alone. We like to delude ourselves by thinking that we can share our life with someone, make them part of our world. But there are things you can't share, words you can't say, things you can't do. Maybe you are not totally alone, but there is still parts of you that only you know about.

And it's not fair to expect people to be a part of your world, when they have their own planets to manage. When we are made up of the complexity of galaxies, nothing is simple or easy. There is no Borg assimilation that will end loneliness.

Sometimes, when the things are bright, life is good. People are amazing, slights can be forgiven, our problems are manageable. Everything is beautiful, being alive is wonderful, even if all you do is look at the sky and think, my god, the sky is incredible and infinite and awesome.

But when things are dark, it is so dark. It is like your whole life, you are digging a tunnel. Sometimes you see a light, and you feel like all the work is worth it. Sometimes there isn't any light, and all you've been doing is digging and clawing and sweating and nothing changes. You are no closer to freedom than when you started out. You stop in the middle of the tunnel, with dirt all around you, the weight of the earth right above you, and darkness everywhere, and you think

Hey. What's the point.

What's the point in going on if nothing is going to change.

What's the point if, no matter how hard I try, no matter what I do, good or bad, the result is the same.

I don't know, really. I just know that in our darkness, we are alone, and I think that maybe we should get used to it.