Reading: Terry Pratchett Going Postal
Three days of the first week done, two to go! And you know what? So far, it's going really, really well and I'm actually enjoying myself. Everyone is absolutely lovely - it's not like some places where you just know people are judging you. Everyone talks to absolutely everyone and it's all great 
Now, to be fair, there's a lot of mindless boredom involved and the first day was just an awful, overly long induction. Tuesday and Wednesday though have involved actual training and actual working which is much better. Abbott make medical products so everything is done in a 'cleanroom,' which means we have to wear special clothes and sexy hairnets and stuff 
There are two sections and the section I'm in makes... needles! Woohoo! Well, it doesn't actually make the needles, but it makes all the stuff that attaches to the needles and we get to make the stuff that attaches and actually attach it. This involves much handling of needles. It also involves much fear of stabbing oneself with needles 
Actually, I've managed not to stab myself too many times, but it can't be fully avoided. The needles come in different sizes though, which means my stab wounds are different sizes too On Tuesday, I was shown the entire process and then spent the afternoon putting catheters on needles and today I did some more of that and was trained on the molding machine which actually makes the catheters. It's not very exciting, but it goes by surprisingly quickly and you're allowed to talk to people as you work and to get up and walk around and stuff. Incidentally, much of the training involved the phrase 'if you don't do this right you could kill someone'... Anyway, this week I'm in 8am until 4pm, but next week I'm going on third shift which is Midnight to 8am. I actually can't wait until I change over. Most of the people on third shift are students or people around student age which'll be good, because the shift I'm working at the moment is all middle aged women. They're lovely, but it'll be better to work with people my own age. Plus, because it's after 11pm we get paid extra *dances* I get paid around €500 a week... I don't think I need to tell you all how absolutely fucking fantastic that is! That's more than I got paid for two weeks in Galway *continues dancing*
So as you can tell, it's going well so far. Thanks for all your vibes of good luck Also, hey Claire! So far I'm loving Going Postal although I haven't had time for much reading over the past few days (I've been so tired from the unexpectedness of having to actually get out of bed and work again 
). I haven't read a Terry Pratchett book that I didn't like though *g* And Gill, I also laugh at you for being American 
And now for another Big Brother rant! Saskia - you are a big dirty slapper 
Seriously, do you think that what you're doing is big and clever. Out of all the housemates, you are the one I would most like to bitch-slap. Quick update for those of you who have no idea what I'm on about: Saskia's up for nomination (much to her own surprise and absolutely no one else's). Right after she found out she said that people evicted from the house this early in the series never became famous so she'd have to do something to make people remember. She's been stringing this guy (Maxwell) along since she went in in some kind of twisted attempt to get the public on her side. So she puts her desperate desire to be famous and her sham-relationship with Maxwell together and decides that the best thing to do would be for get to get jiggy with him *shudder* It was absolutely painful to watch. She's clearly only doing it so that she won't get voted out but it's going to do the complete oposite to what she wants. They haven't actually had full sex yet but give her time Stupid cow.
And on yet another topic, I closed a bunch of fanlistings yesterday and this was one of the e-mails I got (this particular one is about the Captain Sisko FL): Why? because he's black? rascist! ... *hits head on desk*
Reading: Terry Pratchett Going Postal
Whenever I go to Donegal I have the overwhelming urge to say 'aye' instead of 'yes.' It's completely random and also happens when I think of or talk about Donegal... I can't explain it. Sure, everyone there says 'aye,' but there's no good reason why I should, or why I should feel compelled to say it. When I talk to my family, I have to make a conscious effort not to say it because it would sound so ridiculous coming from me. So obviously, I've been to Donegal recently - otherwise, why would I bring it up? I went to visit my Grandmother and also ended up seeing my other Granny, my Grandfather, three aunts, a cousin and a second cousin. It was exhausting 
It was great to see everyone again though. I never visit anyone. I'm absolutely rubbish with keeping in touch with my friends never mind my family. I can literally go for years without seeing them. I get this anti-social behaviour from my Dad's side of the family. Dad's family pride themselves on being anti-social. It's strange, but true. I've never been able to work out just why they're like that. My Granny is the sweetest, friendliest woman you could ever meet, but all her kids hate having to talk to people. Family gatherings are always interesting. Usually it's a bit awkward for a while, then people loosen up a bit, then there's a fight and then everyone goes 'Well, we don't see each other anyway, so what does it matter?' They're strange people and I completely take after them. I hate ringing people, I hate meeting people, I have engaging in idle chitchat with people and am generally happiest when I'm alone reading. It's pathetic, and I know I should stop being a lazy fool and change my ways, but I'm just not much of a people person
And on that note, I start work tomorrow I'm not nervous exactly, but I'm not looking forward to it. First days are always hard. I hate that awkward bit at the start where you don't know where to go or who to talk to. I start at 8 which is early, but hopefully I'll manage! I just want to get paid, damnit!
Reading: Carlos Ruiz Zafon The Shadow of the Wind
I'm a Big Brother fan, and have been since my knee operation a few years ago. This year they have excelled themselves - but not in a good way. Big Brother seems to have scoured the UK and assembled the dimmest bunch of slappers in all four countries With the exception of Derek, they have a combined IQ of about 20 and think about nothing apart from tits and cheap cider. Big Brother has always been a bit of a dodgy 'scraping the bottom of the barrel' type of programme, but this is ridiculous! At least two of the characters refer to themselves in the third person, for god's sake!
The latest examples of dim-witted fools walked into the house tonight when Big Brother brought in three new people to live in their 'Secret Garden.' At first, I though it was a great plan! The three new housemates were separated from the older housemates and couldn't let the other set know they existed. They have no clothes (apart from the hideous fig leaf underwear they were forced to enter the house in), no toiletries and no food. Anything the need they have to steal from the main house. Excellent! What fun this will be! And then they walked in... *hits head on desk* "LIKE, OH MY GOD! I HAVE BIG BREASTS! SHALL I SHOW THEM TO YOU?!" I hate people like that. When they were called to the Diary Room, Big Brother told them that they had a minute to steal stuff from the main house. I ended up screaming "GET FOOD AND TOILET ROLL!" at the TV because between the three of them they picked up a half a loaf of break, a half a litre of milk, a bottle of coke, a half-eaten packet of ham and an almost empty packet of facial wipes... Here are the three new idiots in all of their glory - New Housemates!
It's sad that I get so worked up about Big Brother, isn't it? *sigh* So, I've been watching the BBC's coverage of Glastonbury since and The Killers were fucking amazing! 
I can't wait to see them in July!! Gill, it might interest you to know that it took them seven hours to get to Glastonbury because they kept stopping at service stations on the way. An hour away from one particular stop they got a phonecall from their base player who'd had to borrow some money to ring them to say 'You've left me behind!' and had to go back for him. How cute *L*
Rissa, InsanitySandwich was actually one of my options! I forgot to add it to the list, but it's on my paper version =D
PS. 'innit' is not a word.
Reading: Dan Brown The DaVinci Code
I've decided to a) move hosts because my current host is driving me crazy and b) get a new domain name. As many of you know, I can be incredibly indecisive, so this is posing something of a problem Host-wise, I'm considering ToastyHost, TwistyBot and Igloe.net and am leaning towards TwistyBot. Name-wise... well, that's more complicated! Current ideas include 'deadly-patience,' 'seeking-distraction/diversion/direction,' 'spirited-distraction,' 'diversion-seeker' and 'laconic-diversion.' Does anyone actually like any of those? Or, even better, do any of you have any suggestions? I'm crap at picking names!
Reading: Dan Brown The DaVinci Code
Why won't eBay let me register an account?? When I click on the 'register now' link a big white page comes up telling me that the page can't be accessed I have stuff I want to sell, damnit! I took pictures and everything! Can someone else do me a favour and see if eBay will let them access the registration page? Any eBay will do - I've tried IE, UK & USA, all to no avail *sulk*
On a somewhat more positive note, I am no longer unemployed Abbott rang me this morning offering me a job. I have to go in on Monday at 8am to start my training and I'll spend most of that week on the day shift. Once my training's finished, I'll be put on to the third shift, which is midnight to 8am Still, the positives of this are that I get every weekend off - what a novelty!! - and I get the last month of July and the first two months of August off, because the factory closes for summer holidays then. Fabulous! I'm going to have money again *dances* I can't wait to spend it
Reading: Dan Brown The DaVinci Code
I feel strange... Partly apathetic, partly disappointed. There's no particular reason. The best thing in the world would be to climb into bed and completely bury myself in my duvet.
I was reading a random LJ earlier and there was a post about what your bedroom says about you. It's an interesting question, really. I think most of us have bedrooms that contain things we have grown beyond but can't seem to part with. I always think that my bedroom gives the impression that I am a 16 year old boy with an obsessive love of sci-fi and distinct lack of a real life, as reflected in the wall-to-wall books. I'm always slightly wary of bringing people in to my room (especially people I met at Uni) because I have to admit that I'm slightly embarassed by it. Don't get me wrong, I love my room, but I do worry about what people will think. Surprisingly, people love it. When I tell them about the 16 year old boy thing, they're always surprised. Which basically means that I have no idea what my room says about me 
There's a new JP/Bobby fic that I've been working on over at my LJ. I suppose I should really post the link since I make almost no reference to it (Gill you definitely haven't friended me ) - http://www.livejournal.com/users/lorraine_cs. Go, rummage and admire the wonder of having a paid account
Reading: Dan Brown The DaVinci Code
What's this?? News deserving of a second post? Unheard of! But yes, there is news deserving of such unprecedented behaviour Because she is insane and perhaps not in full control of all of her faculties (and her bank account), Lee had bought me six months of paid LJ time! How much do I love her right now? Enough to put a little heart right here Teehee! The icon is for us, but I figure you may as well all bundle in and join in with the hugging goodness
Reading: Dan Brown The DaVinci Code
On Thursday, I was all content snuggling up in my bed, determined to sleep in as late as possible so I could stay up late and chat to Rowan online. And then the prospective employers rang asking me to go in for a "pre-employment medical" in 45 MINUTES! So I dragged my sorry ass out of bed and rushed there thinking 'Oh, this won't take long - there's nothing wrong with me.' How wrong was I. Turns out I have perfectly normal blood pressure, a kidney infection, almost perfect vision (in my glasses) and diminished hearing in my right ear... Yeah. So I had to go and see my actual doctor after that. He doesn't think there's anything wrong with my ear, thank god! I'm 22 and have done little to result in diminished hearing. Both doctors reckoned it was probably a false test *crosses fingers* I probably do have a kidney infection though. My sample (I got to pee in jar twice on Thursday - jealous, aren't ya?!) has been sent to the hospital to be analysed, so we'll see what happened there. End result of this was that I was asleep by 11pm and completely missed my planned chat with Rowan. Sorry!!
*points to reading details* See! I started reading again. Unfortunately, I'm finding The DaVinci Code difficult to read. I have little to no interest in the storyline so far, and I'm about half way through. I think the writing is a bit clunky in places and, well, the idea that Jesus may have had a family is hardly a shocker. Makes sense for anyone who'd cared to take the time to think about it *shrug* I enjoyed the Harry Potter reference though
On yet another topic, I was reading through some old fic of mine and I came across this:
Blaring. There was no other word for the volume of the music. So loud that you couldn’t hear yourself think, so loud that the base sent pleasant vibrations through the souls of your feet. It was bliss. Music like this could consume you. It could fill you up until you no longer felt like yourself. It could tease you and appeal to your wilder side. It loosened inhibitions quickly and easily. For those with no inhibitions to begin with, it gave sly encouragement and a quick nudge in the right direction.
Now, I have almost no recollection of actually writing this, but I like it! I'm quite proud of it actually 
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I find Matchbox 20 songs emotionally moving... that's pretty sad! BUT, this is the perfect JP/Bobby lyric: "If it's just that you're weak can we talk about it? It's getting so damn creepy just nursing this ghost of a chance, the fiction, the romance." Why yes, JP, it is a bit creepy that you're obsessed with Bobby and fangirls love it
I had the interview/dexterity test this morning and I think it went pretty well. I passed the dexterity test and the interview seemed quite relaxed. Of course, my body revolted to being awake at 8am and I had to go for a nap this afternoon 
They said they'd be in touch before the end of the week, so we'll see what happens. Thanks for wishing me luck, Rissa and Gill!
OK, so thanks to Tara and her super-organised life, I'm dusting off the auld to-do lists again... Oh dear.
Things To Do (May)
* Create new layout for Versatile
* Create new codes for Golloptuous
* Merge Hayseed with Perpetual Metamorph and add some updates
* Add information to Nunc Id Vides, Nunc Ne Vides
* Create Northstar/Iceman fanlisting
* Create new codes for The Wind Knows My Name
* Update Freaks & Geeks
* Update Heart of a Poet
* Write an 'Otter Pop' fic for dwarfy_drm
* ?Create a new layout for cacophany
* Answer the comments left for the last few entries here!
My god. I am absolutely rubbish at actually doing the things on my to-do list. I have one from April from RL stuff and I've marked one thing of that blasted thing. Some of the things on there are actually pretty important *grumble* OK. Things to do June:
* Learn how to use WordPress and bend it to my will
* Actually e-mail the people I've decided to give some of my fanlistings to
* Create a new layout for cacophany (I want to do a British & Irish Lions one)
* Update Heart of a Poet
* Add information to Nunc Id Vides, Nunc Ne Vides
* Create new codes for The Wind Knows My Name
* Add more info to Speedsicle
* Buy a paid Livejournal account and stalk people until they agree to be my friends ;)
* Link Rowan before she kicks my ass!
RL things to do June:
* RING MY KNEE DOCTOR AND GET HIM TO REFER ME TO THAT DOCTOR IN DUBLIN SO I CAN GET MY OTHER KNEE DONE
* Get an eyetest, fill out provisional license forms and sit the drivers' theory test
* Book a place on a FAS Safety Pass course so they'll actually let me on a dig
* E-mail some lecturers in England about doing a PhD and actually sort all of that out
* Get a job
* Save some money - hah!
* READ A FREAKING BOOK
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So, in a completely stupid moment, I put my phone in the washing machine yesterday and put it through a full forty degree washy cycle which included washing powder and fabric conditioner... For I am a fool Surprisingly, once it had dried out, it turned on and so far, it seems to work ok. I had some problems sending a text message earlier, but nothing too major. I hope. I can't afford a new phone. I have about €6 to my name and I need want loads of things, including comics, paid LJ time (for the icon space - I'm so sad) and some EBD books.
Vaguely related to this, I have a job interview tomorrow. Well, it's not an interview per se. It's at the company my Dad works for (he's an engineer there) as a line assembly person - what do they call those? - so it's a dexterity test This worries me slightly. I mean I have fingers of flame when it comes to typing (teehee), but I'm quite clumsy with other things. My Dad has these rock steady hands that never cease to amaze me, but I don't seem to have inherited them. It only takes ten minutes or so though, so hopefully I won't absolutely suck. I really should phone around some archaeology companies and try to get a job excavating. There's a dig starting soon that'll be at least four months long which would be good. I'm still a bit worried about the whole getting to know new people thing, but that's so pathetic of me 
I really need to get over my fear of meeting new people. It causes me to do ridiculous things. I also have a distaste of talking to people on the phone, even people I know well. I'm such a loser *smacks self*
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Now although today's rant mainly focuses on the X-Men, it's not aimed at Marvel. Instead it's aimed at Fox. Rejoice for variety is the spice of life SPOILERS FOLLOW. GO AWAY IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ THEM.
I've been reading rumours about the script (here) and I'm not very happy. Not that I was very happy with what I'd heard before, you understand, but this is even worse. They're still apparently running with the infamous written-in-six-days script and have ignored most of the hints dropped by Singer in X2. Jean Grey comes back, but not in the Dark Phoenix way that we'd all been expecting. Instead she kills Cyclops, discovers that Professor X put mental blocks on her powers when she was 13 without asking her, so kills him too. Oh, and she might kill Magneto. Erm, what the fuck? Someone has pointed out that the script actually says that she demolecularises Cyclops so she can probably remolecularise him if she wants, but that is a complete cop-out. It's actually a very Marvel way to do things - kill a character, but leave the door open for them to come back If Professor X and Magneto are getting offed, it's obvious that it's because their three-movie contracts are up and it might be hard to get them back, and Fox can't be arsed paying to get them back. As for Cyclops... the poor bastard! I've never been a huge fan of his, but killing him off is taking things a bit too far.
That's Phoenix, Cyclops, Professor X and Magneto dealt with, but what about the others? Well, Storm gets promoted to team leader after Cyclops bites the big one and proceeds to have lots of dirty sex with Wolverine. I'm not adverse to Wolvie/Storm in comic or movieverse, but it seems a bit pointless seeing as there was no sexual tension between them in the first two movies. It also seems like a cheap way of giving Halle Berry more screentime. I've never understood her constant demands to get more screentime. Surely she relaised the movies were ensemble pieces before she signed up?? Meanwhile, Bobby and Rogue are having problems because, you know, they can't touch each other, so Bobby flirts with Kitty. How Ultimate of them Rogue deals with this in a manner seen in the comics - she signs herself up for the new mutant cure.
Which is a serum created by Warren Worthington II... How tedious. A mutant cure? Why they've never mentioned that in the movies before! So this is obviously where Angel comes in. His introductory scene apparently has him cutting himself with a razorblade in an attempt to cut the mutant out of him. But, shock!horror!, he changes his mind when his father tries to give him the cure and flies away to the X-mansion. Two mutants do take the cure, however, and one of them is Mystique, completely contradicting what she had to say about being a mutant in X1. Ack. Je suis not happy 
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I am so incredibly tired. I haven't been this tired in ages, because I love my sleep too much to let myself get into this state 
It's been an interesting weekend... I decided on Friday that I would go to Galway, packed my little back and clambered on the bus eagerly. Then the bus driver got lost. Lost. A bus driver. A man whose job it is to drive people from one place to another. We were lost for an hour I'm not a big fan of buses or bus journeys (I wish this country had a blood rail system that served people who don't live in or commute to Dublin ) so this experience hasn't helped me any!
When I finally made it to Galway it was really weird. I had mixed feelings about the whole thing. On the one hand, I quite missed it and was sorry that I'd left so speedily and unexpectedly. On the other, the place is still a complete shambles since the Council seem to think that big paving stones are preferable to nice green areas and it was absolutely jam-packed with Americans. Don't get me wrong, I love all my American friends , but being in an Irish town and not hearing any Irish accents at all unsettles me. It's quite disturbing. After muddling through these thoughts I went to Conor's flat and he cooked dinner for me - how sweet! Basically, I ate and then went drinking with some other people Siobhan and Maggie were up, on their way to the Aran Islands, and we had a great time. I love meeting up with them. There're never any of those awkward 'what should we talk about' moments which is always good. I think I got back to Conor's after two and as my bus the next morning was at 7.30, this was not a good thing. Reflecting how this was not a good thing, I slept in and missed the bus... Luckily I only slept in by fifteen minutes and I got to the station just in time to catch the train to Athlone. Sadly, I was very tired, quite hung-over and very broke. From Athlone, I got a bus to Carlow which I'm very pleased to say did not get lost.
Carlow is a surprisingly nice town. Actually, a lot of places on that side of the country seem really nice. Apart from Dublin, I never go anywhere on the east coast. I always seem to end up on the west coast. Must change that. The dress I got for the wedding required a strapless, backless bra, so I got one of those stick-on ones, applied it very badly and ended up completely covered in glue Seriously, it was all over my hands and there was a huge patch on one of my arms (and let's not even talk about today when I peeled the bastard off ) The wedding went really well. The bride had an absolutely stunning dress and my cousin looked so happy. The priest was actually quite young and had some good jokes about marriage. Laughing and clapping in church always unnerves me for some reason. After the speeches at the reception, my cousin and his wife, brother and father left to go see my aunt in hospital. They were away for three hours, but only got to spend 15 minutes with her, which is so sad. There were lots of moments throughout the day that were tinged with sadness, like when they were taking the family pictures and she wasn't there. I think that's why Turlough and Andrea decided to go to the hospital on the day, in the fancy clothes and it certainly made her day. When they were leaving, they instructed the rest of us not to wait for them, and we didn't! Drinking commenced immediately. It was a lovely day so drinking commenced outside, which made it even better.
I have absolutely no idea what time we left the reception and went back to the apartment we were staying in. What I do know is that my Dad wouldn't wait for a taxi and made us walk which resulted in me getting blisters from my stupid fancy shoes And that brings is up to today which involved more travelling, but this time in a car, and much tiredness. I really must go to bed now
Reading: New X-Men: Academy X
I just made Thai Green Curry and it was yummy! A new Asian/African food shop opened in town and I bought the ingredients for the Green Curry and for Spring Rolls (I haven't made those yet). My Dad demanded to know where the potatoes were though *L* Every time I cook, it's either rice or pasta and he's not a happy camper! I'll definitely be going back to the shop again but I always feel a bit strange going in to places like that - a little white girl with my shopping list, not understanding any of the labels...
My cousin's getting married on Saturday which should be interesting. His mother went in for keyhole surgery a month or two ago and went into a coma, basically. She's woken up a couple of times, but she's still attached to all sorts of machines and won't be going to the wedding, obviously. So the rest of the family is a bit stressed out about the actual day, as you can imagine. I hope, for Turlough's sake, that it goes well. It's in Carlow, so we're actually going up tomorrow afternoon. Well, my parents and brother are. I think I'm going to go to Galway as some of my friends are gonna be there for the night. This does mean that I'll have to get a bus at 7.30 on Saturday morning to get to Carlow in time for the wedding. 7.30 after a night of drinking >.< I can't decide whether or not to go! I keep thinking that I will and then I remember the whole 7.30 thing *L*
Reading: L.J. Smith The Chosen
OH MY GOD! SIN CITY ROCKED! It kicked Star Wars' arse with a vengeance. I looooooooooved it. *is still slightly dazed by the wonder of it all* Absolutely amazing - beautiful to look at and faithful to the source. So many shots and so much of the dialogue was lifted straight from the comics. I really loved how Frank Miller's name was splashed all over the opening credits. It just goes to show how you can adapt a comic, stay true to the original source, please the existing fans and make a bucketload of cash. Loved it. Want it on DVD now, please. Everyone in the cinema laughed at the Irish mercenaries though *g*
So, extreme fangirliness over, it's time for one of the those meme things. What does meme mean? Is it an 'all about me' type of thing? Oh, and since I've been surfing MP3 rotation sites, what is j-pop/j-rock? I know so little *shakes head sadly* Anyway, Tara tagged me for this one:
List your 6 current favourite songs (in no particular order):
1. Stand By Me - Ben E. King
2. Last Goodbye - Jeff Buckley
3. Forget Her - Jeff Buckley
4. Where Is My Mind? - The Pixies
5. Tainted Love - Marilyn Manson
6. Chop Suey - System of a Down
Oh yes... Although I have just downloaded a cover of 99 Red Balloons, a song which kicks ass in any language *nod* *loves tacky 80s-pop*
[EDIT] It means Japanese-pop/rock, doesn't it? Given what I've seen, that would make sense... [/EDIT]
Reading: Frank Miller Sin City: A Dame to Kill For
Today's icon is aimed squarely at the folks in charge over at Marvel who are doing their level best to make me drop all of their titles... Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with them? I've dropped both Uncanny and X-Men because, apart from Salvador Larocca's art, they were awful. I've been collecting those two titles for years now and it was a wrench to stop getting them, but I just got to the point where I couldn't read another god-awful storyline. There is hardly any character development happening in the X-titles at the moment. It's all just event after event, big fight after big fight. There are hardly any issues that just deal with the characters. Claremont's clumsy bumblings hardly qualify. Even Astonising has gone downhill. It works best when Whedon's writing the characters, rather than situations. This whole Danger Room storyline hasn't exactly been gripping. But his interactions between characters are fantastic. I read Colossus' comeback over and over when I first got that issue because everyone's reactions were so spot-on and it was drawn so beautifully. The look on Kitty's face when she first sees him will go down as one of the best moments in comicbook history for me. The look on Kitty's face when she realises that the Danger Room is attacking them? Not so history-worthy. And now they've just pushed me too far. In their never-ending wisdom, they are removing Nunzio DeFillipis and Christina Weir from New X-Men: Academy X *sigh* Admittedly, the series has had some patchy moments, but most of them have been a result of Nunzio and Christina having to put aside their own plans to fit in what Marvel wanted them to do. They had to sacrifice the characterisation they're so good at to put in such fantastic things as a Wolverine guest appearance. Why do Marvel think that putting Wolverine in something will double its sales? But before they get rid of Nunzio and Christina, they have to pump out House of M tie-ins. Fan-fucking-tastic. I really feal that New X-Men: Academy X could have been a wonderful title if Nunzio and Christina had been given more creative freedom. Of course there are limitations to working for a big company, but if you're going to take in creators, you need to let them do what they're best at - what made you pay attention to them in the first time. Marvel, I hate you, I truly do. If it wasn't for Runaways and Kabuki, I would boycott your entire line *grumble*
And then, on the other hand, you read things like 100 Bullets and Sin City and are just blown away. If Frank Miller had gone to Marvel with Sin City he would have been kicked right back out the door. They're afraid to put out mature comics. They want everything to be accessible for kids, which is fine up to a point. I really need to get in to other comics. Things like 100 Bullets and Sin City are completely different to the X-Men and I think it's time that I started supported publishers who aren't afraid to try something different that not everyone's going to like. Did I mention that I hate Marvel?? This - "Quesada stated that this summer’s crossover storyline is only the beginning, and that there will be five major “tentpole” events coming in 2006" - made me want to slap Joe Quesada silly.
*ahem* Yeah, so I was working on a new layout for Freaks & Geeks, but got so annoyed I had to stop. The index page is up though if anyone's interested. It's filled with the bad news Marvel have been sending New X-Men: Academy X's way *sniff*
Other imbeciles include, but are not limited to, my former bosses who, after my argument with the husband, cut my hours without telling me, handed me a cheque missing about four hours of work and said 'Today was your last day, right?' three days before I was supposed to finish. Not that they're incredibly petty or anything...
Comment time, since I've been putting it off again!
Thanks for the job-related-comfort, Li =) As seen in this post, my former bosses are imbeciles (I don't use that word enough in conversation!). And you know you wish your fandom was all tits and ass ;)
Rissa, are there really people who speak Irish in Canada?? Because that is weird! Good for them though. Some nice Canadian people thought I was Canadian the other day. There were like 'Well, we thought you were Canadian but had been working here for a few years'... So far in my life I've gotten American, English, Swedish, Australian and South African. Canadian is a new one =D Despite my rant in the post the X-Men are great. Just not right now. But you gotta love the characters and whatnot *g* Finally, you should always want to watch DS9!!
The Killers do indeed kick ass, Gill, and it's thanks to you that I bought their album in the first place! I'm not sure if I ever thanked you for that, so THANK YOU!!
I didn't realise we had to be even on the films liked/disliked scale, Heather *shrug*
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No matter what anyone tells you, Star Wars III is rubbish! Honestly, I can't believe that so many people on my friends list really liked it. You know all those moments that Lucas obviously thought were deep and meaningful? Everyone laughed. The effects weren't awful, but they were bad. There were scenes with the cloned soldiers that looked like they were from computer games... The dialogue lacked any kind of subtlety - it was like being hammered on the head with a sledge-hammer. The relationship between Anakin and Padme wasn't believable. And Ewan McGregor's English accent hasn't improved at all. Waste of my time and money really! But, oh the laughter at the cheesiness of it all!
That's the end of the mini-rant ;) I'll answer comments and such tomorrow!
