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You know, way back when, I used to be a "hardcore" gamer. I had all the new systems, played all the new games, and could tell you a good game from a bad game. I was excited for E3 and couldn't fucking wait for the next roll out of games. Now however...every goddamn game out there seems to rely on you being "live" with other gamers and you know what? I fucking hate it! With a passion!

Some people may like being all interactive and talky-talky with your gamer neighbor but I don't. Call me anti-social, call me a raging bitch, but I seriously don't give a damn what your 'plan' is, I don't care how "good" your shooting is, and I don't give a damn if Tuesday next you'll be free to play again - I just want to play my goddamn game!

I, likewise, don't want to hear you and all your "boys" talk about my tits, my sexual prowess, or how shitty I should really be. Yes, I'm female. Yes, I have a vagina. Get the fuck over it.

Call me a dinosaur but I want to go back to the days where I could play solely by myself and anyone else who wanted to play had to come-the-fuck-over-and-take-a-turn. I don't want your breath in my ear. I don't want your shouting in it. I don't even want your 'handle' to be on my screen. I just want to sit at my computer/sofa/bed and play.

Nothing more, nothing less.

And yes, I know I sound like a raving nutter here but it's frustrating as fuck to try to sit down in a game and hear massive amounts of filth from "team members"  (or whatever the hell you refer to them as) while you're trying to enjoy yourself.

*goes back to her anti-social and grumpy corner*
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You know, way back when, I used to be a "hardcore" gamer. I had all the new systems, played all the new games, and could tell you a good game from a bad game. I was excited for E3 and couldn't fucking wait for the next roll out of games. Now however...every goddamn game out there seems to rely on you being "live" with other gamers and you know what? I fucking hate it! With a passion!

Some people may like being all interactive and talky-talky with your gamer neighbor but I don't. Call me anti-social, call me a raging bitch, but I seriously don't give a damn what your 'plan' is, I don't care how "good" your shooting is, and I don't give a damn if Tuesday next you'll be free to play again - I just want to play my goddamn game!

I, likewise, don't want to hear you and all your "boys" talk about my tits, my sexual prowess, or how shitty I should really be. Yes, I'm female. Yes, I have a vagina. Get the fuck over it.

Call me a dinosaur but I want to go back to the days where I could play solely by myself and anyone else who wanted to play had to come-the-fuck-over-and-take-a-turn. I don't want your breath in my ear. I don't want your shouting in it. I don't even want your 'handle' to be on my screen. I just want to sit at my computer/sofa/bed and play.

Nothing more, nothing less.

And yes, I know I sound like a raving nutter here but it's frustrating as fuck to try to sit down in a game and hear massive amounts of filth from "team members"  (or whatever the hell you refer to them as) while you're trying to enjoy yourself.

*goes back to her anti-social and grumpy corner*
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I'm back from holiday - with a cold, no less! - and am playing virtual catch-up all around. I've got e-mails and posts and god knows what else piled up ready and waiting to eat my spare time. This cold I've got isn't helping, either. No throat hurts and my nose is running and just ugh...

Anyhow, it absolutely drove me batty that I could give my post-midnight-release-Twilight post because, really, that's all I wanted to do after I left the cinema but...better late than never, right?

So, here goes!

I was one of the people who went to the midnight release of Twilight and therefore got the hilarious experience of listening to a huge stadium seated theatre of (mostly) teenage girls scream their heads off during the whole process. That being said there were a lot more men (and teenage boys) in the crowd and at least one twenty-something male cinema worker who - I've decided - wanted to hump Edward so bad he could do nothing to hide it. In my own defense - which I don't feel like I need since I always go to midnight releases - I went with a group to the cinema so it was less loserish than it could have been.

Anyhow.

The big question: did I like it?

The answer is yes and no but for the sake of conserving space, I'll talk about a few things...

1. The Director
I know I'm not the only one who thought this director did a piss poor job on this movie. I mean, seriously, I think 90% of the hype around this director was because she was female and, personally, I don't find that as some big triumph but she did AWFULLY! Way to let the girls down, dear. Things that I didn't like that the director did:
  • The cinematography. What the fuck was up with all those WIDE SWINGING CAMERA ANGLES THAT MADE NO SENSE? Honestly, they were really starting to piss me off and completely ruined the whole 'I know what you are, vampire, rwar!' scene for me.
  • The montages. How many montages does one movie need?! I counted four! FOUR. In a TWO HOUR movie. 
  • The overall editing. Montages. Wide swinging camera angles. Need I say more?
2. Special Effects
I'll be honest and say that I really expected to bitch and whine about the whole glitter in the sun, he's so fabulous he pisses glitter, thing for Edward but really it was Edward's whole running sequence that was cringe worthy. I expected better than that. He looked like Road Runner...D:

I did, however, enjoy the fighting.

3. The Casting/Actors
  • Edward. I was pleasantly surprised by the actor - what's his name? I thought he did a fairly good job, even if he seemed a bit stretched at times. He overplayed his part but considering they've greenlit the sequel, he'll have more of a chance to "stretch his wings" in the part.
  • Isabella/Bella. I was a bit disappointed by the casting choice right from the get-go and now that I've seen it I wish they would've picked someone else. She didn't do bad, overall, and there were some parts that I thought she did excellent but her expressions are so wooden. Does the girl ever change facial expressesions at all?
  • The Cullens. I enjoyed everyone BUT Rosalie. I couldn't buy she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Also, why was there more Rosalie than Alice?
  • Jacob. I'm reserving my opinion until the next movie but he did a good job.
  • Charlie. Wasn't what I pictured but he still was a good choice.
  • Victoria/James. James was fairly good - I wish they'd let him keep the short hair. Victoria, I hated. She blew.

And lastly...did anyone else notice Meyer in the movie? It annoyed me. All I felt like saying was 'Fuck off lady, you're no Stan Lee'...but...yeah...apparently the sequel is going to start shooting in March so...late 2009/early 2010 release? We'll see.

EDIT: Thank you, Mary Ann, for the awesome Christmas Card! I <3 it! Vin is teh sexy! Yours is in the mail,doll! XD  Anyone else wanna be on my christmas card list? *bounce*


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I'm back from holiday - with a cold, no less! - and am playing virtual catch-up all around. I've got e-mails and posts and god knows what else piled up ready and waiting to eat my spare time. This cold I've got isn't helping, either. No throat hurts and my nose is running and just ugh...

Anyhow, it absolutely drove me batty that I could give my post-midnight-release-Twilight post because, really, that's all I wanted to do after I left the cinema but...better late than never, right?

So, here goes!

I was one of the people who went to the midnight release of Twilight and therefore got the hilarious experience of listening to a huge stadium seated theatre of (mostly) teenage girls scream their heads off during the whole process. That being said there were a lot more men (and teenage boys) in the crowd and at least one twenty-something male cinema worker who - I've decided - wanted to hump Edward so bad he could do nothing to hide it. In my own defense - which I don't feel like I need since I always go to midnight releases - I went with a group to the cinema so it was less loserish than it could have been.

Anyhow.

The big question: did I like it?

The answer is yes and no but for the sake of conserving space, I'll talk about a few things...

1. The Director
I know I'm not the only one who thought this director did a piss poor job on this movie. I mean, seriously, I think 90% of the hype around this director was because she was female and, personally, I don't find that as some big triumph but she did AWFULLY! Way to let the girls down, dear. Things that I didn't like that the director did:
  • The cinematography. What the fuck was up with all those WIDE SWINGING CAMERA ANGLES THAT MADE NO SENSE? Honestly, they were really starting to piss me off and completely ruined the whole 'I know what you are, vampire, rwar!' scene for me.
  • The montages. How many montages does one movie need?! I counted four! FOUR. In a TWO HOUR movie. 
  • The overall editing. Montages. Wide swinging camera angles. Need I say more?
2. Special Effects
I'll be honest and say that I really expected to bitch and whine about the whole glitter in the sun, he's so fabulous he pisses glitter, thing for Edward but really it was Edward's whole running sequence that was cringe worthy. I expected better than that. He looked like Road Runner...D:

I did, however, enjoy the fighting.

3. The Casting/Actors
  • Edward. I was pleasantly surprised by the actor - what's his name? I thought he did a fairly good job, even if he seemed a bit stretched at times. He overplayed his part but considering they've greenlit the sequel, he'll have more of a chance to "stretch his wings" in the part.
  • Isabella/Bella. I was a bit disappointed by the casting choice right from the get-go and now that I've seen it I wish they would've picked someone else. She didn't do bad, overall, and there were some parts that I thought she did excellent but her expressions are so wooden. Does the girl ever change facial expressesions at all?
  • The Cullens. I enjoyed everyone BUT Rosalie. I couldn't buy she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Also, why was there more Rosalie than Alice?
  • Jacob. I'm reserving my opinion until the next movie but he did a good job.
  • Charlie. Wasn't what I pictured but he still was a good choice.
  • Victoria/James. James was fairly good - I wish they'd let him keep the short hair. Victoria, I hated. She blew.

And lastly...did anyone else notice Meyer in the movie? It annoyed me. All I felt like saying was 'Fuck off lady, you're no Stan Lee'...but...yeah...apparently the sequel is going to start shooting in March so...late 2009/early 2010 release? We'll see.

EDIT: Thank you, Mary Ann, for the awesome Christmas Card! I <3 it! Vin is teh sexy! Yours is in the mail,doll! XD  Anyone else wanna be on my christmas card list? *bounce*


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I have to admit that I've come to the very painful, very real conclusion that I am one of those jump-to-the-end-to-find-out-what-happens readers. Which is, strangely, something that is slightly depressing (to my mind) to admit. Mostly because what says boring-old-shoe better than being someone who doesn't like surprises? - which, surprise surprise, I don't much. Sometimes. 

Anyway.

The reason for this not important admission is because I stumbled across a story I read, quite literally, years ago that to-this-very-day still depresses the ever living shit out of me. I'm talking just thinking about it makes me want a stiff drink, which is better than right after I read it because I'd cry. No lie. Tears would be streaming down my face and I'd look like an absolute fucking freak, crying in front of my computer screen, snotting up my keyboard. Not an image I want to cultivate, seriously. 

I'll spare you all the fun details of the story but needless to say it was in my boy band days (*shifty eyes*) and involved, vaguely, a boy band. The main character of the story (male) ends up falling in love with a OMC (short version) and you get forty - count them, forty! - chapters of relationship and future building that was, honestly, so breathtakingly real that I was completely and utterly emotionally invested in the characters. I wanted them to make it. I wanted them to face the quibbles and heartbreak of being in a male/male relationship (I'm sorry, 'homosexual relationship' just sounds way too clinical to me, always has) while one of them was under an international microscope - where anything he does can totally screw the other guys in his band - and the other is dealing with the pressure of not only his lover's fame (which is growing exponentially every day) but the band manager trying to destroy their relationship for the good of the band. And, yeah, okay, I know it sounds flamingly dramatic, but it was written in a way that totally sold the drama. Now, okay, you're asking yourself 'why is that depressing?'. Well, I'll tell you why!

The OMC is killed at the end. Beaten to death by homophobic assholes. In front of his lover. In June. 

All right. Okay. So, yeah, this isn't Brokeback Mountain (point of interest, this story was written and finished about a year before Brokeback came out in the New Yorker) and no one warned me about this being a fucking deathfic! And, you know, I have a big fucking problem with that. 

Why? 

Because this happy cookie doesn't read deathfics! 

Ever. At all. Anywhere. 

I want the 'And So They Lived Happily Ever After Even Though That's Really Not Realistic But Fuck Reality It's Too Depressing' ending. It makes me happy. It improves my day. It makes me not want to throw in the towel and say 'you know what world? Suck it!' because that's the kind of happy person I am. I mean, really, is it too much to ask to have the person live? Real life is so depressing as it is that nearly the entirely world is on Ritalin (or, for me, chocolate) because of it. 

Don't get me wrong. I love angst. Angst and me are like this: *crosses fingers* and that's me on bottom because me and angst? We're secrets lovers. But c'mon! Give us readers a break and warn us. I don't need to be traumatized by my reading material! I live in the same state as Bush for godsake, I'm traumatized enough! 

*shakes head*

I'm not an overly emotional person - I swear I'm not - but deathfics make me want to grind my teeth. Especially since, and this is just a generalization, every writer I've ever spoken to about their deathfic says the same thing: "I wanted it to be as realistic as possible". 

So, what you're saying is, in real life there are no happy endings? (*squints* please don't drag me into a philosophical debate on the subject)

Because, let me tell you, there are. Maybe not many, maybe not always, but there are happy endings. Somewhere. Some place. Quite possibly in your next door neighbors fan fiction BUT! It's there, ready and waiting. So write it, for god's sake, before I have to take an upper just to get through reading in my fandom(s).

Which, coincidentally, means that I'll have a righteous drug addiction and when, years from now, I'm on an episode of Intervention, I'll blame it all on fan fiction.


P.s. - Don't get me wrong, death does not necessarily equal unhappy (I've seen Somewhere In Time, yo), but fannish wise? It always, always does. I long for the days that happy endings were actually cool.


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I have to admit that I've come to the very painful, very real conclusion that I am one of those jump-to-the-end-to-find-out-what-happens readers. Which is, strangely, something that is slightly depressing (to my mind) to admit. Mostly because what says boring-old-shoe better than being someone who doesn't like surprises? - which, surprise surprise, I don't much. Sometimes. 

Anyway.

The reason for this not important admission is because I stumbled across a story I read, quite literally, years ago that to-this-very-day still depresses the ever living shit out of me. I'm talking just thinking about it makes me want a stiff drink, which is better than right after I read it because I'd cry. No lie. Tears would be streaming down my face and I'd look like an absolute fucking freak, crying in front of my computer screen, snotting up my keyboard. Not an image I want to cultivate, seriously. 

I'll spare you all the fun details of the story but needless to say it was in my boy band days (*shifty eyes*) and involved, vaguely, a boy band. The main character of the story (male) ends up falling in love with a OMC (short version) and you get forty - count them, forty! - chapters of relationship and future building that was, honestly, so breathtakingly real that I was completely and utterly emotionally invested in the characters. I wanted them to make it. I wanted them to face the quibbles and heartbreak of being in a male/male relationship (I'm sorry, 'homosexual relationship' just sounds way too clinical to me, always has) while one of them was under an international microscope - where anything he does can totally screw the other guys in his band - and the other is dealing with the pressure of not only his lover's fame (which is growing exponentially every day) but the band manager trying to destroy their relationship for the good of the band. And, yeah, okay, I know it sounds flamingly dramatic, but it was written in a way that totally sold the drama. Now, okay, you're asking yourself 'why is that depressing?'. Well, I'll tell you why!

The OMC is killed at the end. Beaten to death by homophobic assholes. In front of his lover. In June. 

All right. Okay. So, yeah, this isn't Brokeback Mountain (point of interest, this story was written and finished about a year before Brokeback came out in the New Yorker) and no one warned me about this being a fucking deathfic! And, you know, I have a big fucking problem with that. 

Why? 

Because this happy cookie doesn't read deathfics! 

Ever. At all. Anywhere. 

I want the 'And So They Lived Happily Ever After Even Though That's Really Not Realistic But Fuck Reality It's Too Depressing' ending. It makes me happy. It improves my day. It makes me not want to throw in the towel and say 'you know what world? Suck it!' because that's the kind of happy person I am. I mean, really, is it too much to ask to have the person live? Real life is so depressing as it is that nearly the entirely world is on Ritalin (or, for me, chocolate) because of it. 

Don't get me wrong. I love angst. Angst and me are like this: *crosses fingers* and that's me on bottom because me and angst? We're secrets lovers. But c'mon! Give us readers a break and warn us. I don't need to be traumatized by my reading material! I live in the same state as Bush for godsake, I'm traumatized enough! 

*shakes head*

I'm not an overly emotional person - I swear I'm not - but deathfics make me want to grind my teeth. Especially since, and this is just a generalization, every writer I've ever spoken to about their deathfic says the same thing: "I wanted it to be as realistic as possible". 

So, what you're saying is, in real life there are no happy endings? (*squints* please don't drag me into a philosophical debate on the subject)

Because, let me tell you, there are. Maybe not many, maybe not always, but there are happy endings. Somewhere. Some place. Quite possibly in your next door neighbors fan fiction BUT! It's there, ready and waiting. So write it, for god's sake, before I have to take an upper just to get through reading in my fandom(s).

Which, coincidentally, means that I'll have a righteous drug addiction and when, years from now, I'm on an episode of Intervention, I'll blame it all on fan fiction.


P.s. - Don't get me wrong, death does not necessarily equal unhappy (I've seen Somewhere In Time, yo), but fannish wise? It always, always does. I long for the days that happy endings were actually cool.


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