I literally died when I saw this video.

"Shutter Island"

quote of the day:

"If I sank my teeth into your eyeball, would you be able to stop me before I blinded you?"

Martin Scorsese, may I please send you a puppy or some sunflowers or something? Because your mind is clearly getting much too dark. And it scares me.

Also, your soundtrack is a little heavy handed. The final scene would have been much more effective if it was silent.

An Epiphany

Well, I think I've figured out what exactly it was that drove Tom Cruise insane. I am almost positive it was filming "Interview with a Vampire," because that movie is so effing insane I don't even have words for it. Tom Cruise in it is...evil, crazy-go-nuts, and has so much hair. He probably has more hair than I've ever had in my whole entire life. Actually no, that much hair has probably grown from my head. But I can't compete with Antonio Banderas. It's so highly teased too. Why would vampires tease their hair? Antonio Banderas has a giant, woolly blanket of ratted hair. There's probably blood matted in it too. And...the vampire baby that is Kirsten Dunst. No, Stephanie Meyer did not make up hungry vampire babies. There are so many things that are just wrong and creepy and....sigh. Just don't watch it. Unless you ARE a vampire. In that case you would probably find it interesting and true to life.

I'm writing this as I watch the end of this movie, and there are so many things that I want to say about it, but I don't think you want to hear about Brad Pitt's crazy contacts, and the way that he burns all the other vampires ...alive? and cuts them to pieces with a giant scythe. How appropriate.

Done.

Bored.

So I just started reading Brisingr, the third installment in Cristopher Paolini's cracked out "Inheritance Trilogy."

Yes, I have a penchant for silly fantasy books, and a weird compulsive aspect to my personality that demands that I finish every book I begin, no matter how terrible. In this case, that also extends to subsequent books in a series.

Anyways, my first complaint is that the book is much to large. I don't need 748 pages of Tolkien larceny. Mostly because it doesn't fit very well in my bag. It fits so poorly, in fact, that when I'm carrying it on my shoulder, the book stabs my shoulder blade. and no alternate arrangement of purse contents alleviates the pain.

Secondly, "grimstnzborith" is not a word, nor is it feasible as a word in any made up language. Ever. You are not Tolkien (who is still recognized as the pre-eminent linguist and philologist of his day) so stop trying to be.

And my last complaint- I've only made it through the first 5 pages so far...but there's something horribly Chronicles of Riddick about the opening pages (i.e. people who mutilate themselves as an act of worship...to some crazy, dark being). It's creepy. And still not even written well at all. I think one of the things that has kept me reading this series was the hope that as he aged, Paolini's writing would as well- become more mature, and much more subtle. Alas, it has not happened. I still feel as though I'm reading a fanfic by some 15 year old obsessed with Robert Jordan, Raymond E. Feist, and Tad Williams. And Tolkien. Ostensibly.