my moral standing is lying down

3-day weekend started with a snow day on Friday: I was still lazing in bed, convincing myself that it would be okay if I got in late to work because of the snow, when Danielle texted me that the office would be closed! Of course, this woke me up enough that I never went back to sleep. Ended up in the city to watch the semi-final games (Olympics, hockey) -- both of which were mostly boring (one-sided) games. But the company was excellent, as well as the food and drink... and karaoke?

Saturday was equally as enjoyable, though mostly spent at home. Finished watching Twitch City -- while I am usually disinclined to watch sitcoms, this is really a cut above the usual. I know I said that in my last post, but it's so true. There's actually a pretty linear story, and maybe it's the fact that it's only 13 episodes long, but it doesn't get old. More sitcoms should keep that in mind. I absolutely loved loved loved the "Planet of the Cats" episode. SO GOOD.

Also watched Miracle, you know about the 1980 US Olympic hockey team, who won the gold, coached by Herb Brooks. Great movie, and the game scenes made me wish I was actually watching a game rather than a movie -- so -- well done, I'd say. It got me all pumped up for the final game, but I'd have to wait until the next day for that...

And so yes, sigh, Canada won.

I'm sad and pissed whenever I think about it. (Truthfully I pretty much couldn't care less about the medals themselves -- I just wanted to win.) But it was a great game. Both teams worked hard, for 60 minutes, to get to the final 3-2 score in OT. If we didn't win, at least it wasn't a one-sided game where we gave up before the end. I mean, a tie with 25 seconds left? -- it was the most exhilarating feeling!!

I had an amazing time at the bar with awesome hockey friends (and decided on future tattoo plans YAYE MORE STARS~!), and went to Avery's bar after, to console ourselves over the loss. Which is where I got to meet BRANDON PRUST (a recent trade acquisition for NYR), who is really nice and OMG WHY IS HE EVEN CUTER IN PERSON?!

For posterity, I shall record that I made Caty come with me as I tapped him on the shoulder to ask for his autograph. He said sure... to which I (dumbly) was like, "Uh, but I don't have a sharpie..." So he asked one of the bus boys to get him a sharpie! Meanwhile, (to kill time?) he introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Brandon Prust." And then -- again, dumbly -- I stared for a second, thinking "Uh... I know that...", and then gathered my wits enough to say "Oh! Hi! I'm Sara!" Shook his hand and grinned like the idiot I am. The sharpie arrived (thank god) and even though it was blue, and I had on a blue rangers shirt, and he hesitated, I said to go for it anyway, and he signed my chest! YAYYYYY! I then skipped back to my table. Still grinning and 'hee'ing like a fucking moron.

I'm not even exaggerating. I'm even more horribly tongue-tied around people I like/admire. WTF.

Later I thought to myself, "GOD, SARA! COULDN'T YOU HAVE THOUGHT OF SOMETHING EVEN REMOTELY COHERENT, LIKE 'Good luck in Ottawa on Tuesday!' OR SOMETHING?!" I'm going to remember this (and hopefully insert the correct city and day) if I'm in this situation again. And I should apparently just always have a sharpie upon my person.

WHY AM I SUCH AN IDIOT?!

Watched HCL with Liz on Sunday night. She liked it a lot. Which made me very, very happy. After the movie, we watched some fanvids and interviews and things like that, I told her some of the stuff I know about CKR and HD from listening to the DVD commentary and reading HCRS, and eventually that sort of trailed off... at which point, she said something that made the stupid lightbulb go off above my head.

Why I've been unable to stop watching this movie over and over.

I mean, I'm not the type to watch something over after just having seen it. And I usually wait a while before watching something over again. Especially with movies: I'm not the biggest fan of the visual medium (as opposed to books, that is). But with this movie... I just can't get enough of it.

She said, "I want to watch something else like it."

And yeah, we agreed, there's just nothing else that has the same feeling. Sure, there are movies that will have the feel of this part, or the same maneuvering, or subtext, or emotion, as that part -- but nothing I've seen comes together the way this movie does.

And the ending.

The ending is what I look for in every movie I watch, or book I read, or story I hear. Something unsurprising -- as in, it's completely in character, so it makes complete and utter sense that it would happen -- but also completely unexpected. Didn't know it would happen at that moment, and whoa, the ending has just rushed up to you, out of nowhere, in your face. It lifted you way up, like a geyser, and left you cartoonishly hanging in the air, mouth agape and wondering in panic if you'll be able to come down without hurting yourself.

But the best thing about this movie is that you never come down. You're just forever at that point of inhalation, holding your breath; never letting it go.

It's just perfect.

CKR is so fucking HOT. WTF.

So, as poorest of poor timing tends to go, I have gotten horribly sick -- just when I'm supposed to be helping my parents out, staying at their place, etc. Instead, I have to stay away from their place, so as to not get my father sick. =(

In addition, I feel like death warmed over.

I know I've had a fever on and off, but I haven't taken my temperature because I know it's not too high. The last 2 nights I've taken Nyquil, which I suppose I must thank for allowing me to sleep most of the way through the night. But I also have it to thank for having the weirdest dreams I've had in a while. The first night (Monday) brought repetitious and disturbing dreams. Tuesday night's dreams brought thoughts of people from long ago. People I haven't thought of for the longest time (like an Asian girl named Connie, who I knew in the third grade) and associations I haven't made for equally as long (I always think of white polka dots on a black or red background whenever I think of her). Among other very odd situations.

I stayed home yesterday because I just couldn't bring myself to move. But I watched some movies during my convalecence:

Cypher. REALLY interesting. Not unpredictable, but interesting nonetheless. Unfortunately, I don't have the mental capacity at the moment to describe the film, so I'll just leave you with the link to the wikipedia page.

Tango & Cash. I just love this buddy-cop movie from the early 90s. Sylvester Stallone, Kurt Russell, and great comedy.

The Golden Child. You just can't go wrong with late 80s-early 90s Eddie Murphy. Stop-motion animation of a dancing Pepsi-can-person? Yes, please. Not sure which came first, but this was a MUCH better version of Big Trouble in Little China (with many of the same actors, even).

The Machinist. Christian Bale is a crazy man. He starved himself for the role, and boy is it disturbing. I enjoyed the film, though I'm ambivalent about it as it seems to be an "all-wrapped-up" version of a David Lynch film. I appreciate the confusion, time-skipping, illusion, allusion, and such -- but in the end, I didn't feel like there was much to think about. Everything was explained. It was kind of disappointing.

If you haven't already seen images from this movie, check it out. They're really all Christian Bale. For real.

I'm apparently in a movie-watching mood recently. Some movies I'd like to see (again):

• Se7en
  
• Less Than Zero
  
• Cool World
  
• The Breakfast Club
  
• The Man Who Fell to Earth (never seen this one before)

Note: Check out the industrial-influenced album Outside (1997) by DB.

Just finished watching Velvet Goldmine.

Oooh, that was nice.

On the most basic level -- pretty boys, fucking. Yum.

On other levels -- this.

Also, I just love that line; I want to use it for everything now. <3

I should probably read The Picture of Dorian Gray.

I have been in an amazingly, surprisingly happy mood for the past 5-14 days. I'm not quite sure exactly when it turned into that. But I think this may be the first time in a really, really, really long time, that I'm actually just happy. Energized. (Even though I'm tired from lack of sleep this week.)

There are a lot of things going on around me, but I feel like I'm kind of in a padded cocoon. Mostly made up of my current Laby obsession. But it's not just that. I was afraid it was; I hesitated to put on that Schaft CD and the Buck-Tick CD, afraid that it would wipe my Laby-high away if I listened to anything other than the soundtrack (which I've been listening to nonstop for a week - and I mean, at home, at work, on the subway, etc.). Glad to say that it hasn't.

I don't know exactly what will wipe my high away; I just hope it doesn't happen too soon. I haven't had this feeling of the burgeoning potential of anything, or everything, in me, under my skin for much too long. I don't want to go back to normal.

The hold on LKH's Skin Trade finally came up at the library, so I picked it up yesterday. I hesitated to start reading that too, but it hasn't replaced the Laby-high yet (as of starting it this morning on the train). More to come when I get further into the book.

TRON TOMORROW!!!! Don't be a poophead! Come and join me~!

I have somehow been sucked into a vortex and spit out the other side, landing in the middle of a relatively large Labyrinth fandom-obsession.

Oh dear, it's really quite bad.

I haven't been this deep into fandom and fanfic since GW -- a good 6+ years ago.

So far it's only been a little over a week, but I haven't stopped reading fic. In fact, I stayed up until 6 am one day, reading fic. There's some really GOOD stuff out there. Unfortunately, I'm seeing that most of the fandom activity was from a good 4-6 years ago. There was another flurry of activity in fic late last year, which is encouraging.

( My history with Labyrinth... )

I haven't been able to talk about almost anything other than Labyrinth lately. INCLUDING TO MY COWORKERS. THIS COULD BE A BAD SIGN.

So, in other words. If you can't find me, I'll be skulking around the Labyrinth fandom.

from louiex

Lonely Island featuring T-Pain MEETS THE NEW STAR TREK.

BEHOLD; GENIUS.