Sunday, uneventful Sunday.
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aruanI scored seriously pretty back-to-school swag at Walgreens. Three notebooks, including a just-JC one that's so pretty I might keep it with the cover faced in while it's not being used. A couple of Backstreet items as well - for some strange reason only fueled by Susie's cute new icon, I'm simply wallowing in Boylove, and have a very real hankering to see Kevin in Chicago. Are there any bootlegs floating around?
Went to CompUSA, came away with nothing and feeling poorer than in a long time. External hard drives are already way more expensive than internal ones, but not having a desktop is decided prohibitive there. At this rate, I might as well just invest in one - a 120 gigabyte hard drive on sale is $180, which doesn't include the $70 USB 2.0 card and the $40 adapter cable I'd need to archive/retrieve data with any sort of efficiency. We're not going near the $400 for a fifteen gig iPod because that will definitely make me cry.
Borders still had this past week's Entertainment Weekly, so I'll be curling up with the Queer Eye... boys later tonight.
After nabbing an Oreo McFlurry, I caught the 8:15 S.W.A.T. at Muvico, for which the line extended all the way out and around the front of the theater. Those who have seen the monstrosity that is this pseudo-theme park are I'm sure, along with myself, sufficiently impressed.
The film, however, was in the end decidedly underwhelming. Colin was Colin, adorably cocky with fantastic hair (a big thank you to whoever decided not to buzz S.W.A.T. boys.) Josh Charles wasn't surprising, but he's not the boy you thought he was, either. Samuel L. Jackson kicks ass, and that wasn't disputed here.
The camerawork felt occasionally amateurish, though the editing wasn't always stellar either - technically, it felt a little like it was everyone's first film. The dialogue wasn't stellar but no groanfest either, and at least the tacky one-liners were kept to a bare minimum. The script on the whole wasn't terribly clever, and there were loose ends, pointless scenes where we developed characterization we never explored or integrated,... It dragged in parts, which combined with the unnecessary footage made for some minor difficulties as far as sitting still sometimes. *shrug* I went for Colin, I won't lie, but even he walked a lot of it. In mine, 2/5, for what it's worth.
I got home in time to catch the last fifteen minutes of The Restaurant. Oh, Mark Burnett. You can spot his reality series as distinctly as Spielberg's films. Dude, there is no drama in a general office meeting until stuff starts flying. A roomful of calm, rational people? While their issues are real and the outcome significant, it just isn't the tribal council.
Rocco though. Liked him two minutes in. He looks like a slightly older, malnourished, Vitamin D-deprived version of JD from Scrubs. *pets his head and feeds him soup*
I have to remember that I like weekly serials. This too much in two hours business just isn't doing it with any level of consistency. Note to self, embark on creating a TV schedule. When I get my own place, I swear TiVo will be my first purchase.
Went to CompUSA, came away with nothing and feeling poorer than in a long time. External hard drives are already way more expensive than internal ones, but not having a desktop is decided prohibitive there. At this rate, I might as well just invest in one - a 120 gigabyte hard drive on sale is $180, which doesn't include the $70 USB 2.0 card and the $40 adapter cable I'd need to archive/retrieve data with any sort of efficiency. We're not going near the $400 for a fifteen gig iPod because that will definitely make me cry.
Borders still had this past week's Entertainment Weekly, so I'll be curling up with the Queer Eye... boys later tonight.
After nabbing an Oreo McFlurry, I caught the 8:15 S.W.A.T. at Muvico, for which the line extended all the way out and around the front of the theater. Those who have seen the monstrosity that is this pseudo-theme park are I'm sure, along with myself, sufficiently impressed.
The film, however, was in the end decidedly underwhelming. Colin was Colin, adorably cocky with fantastic hair (a big thank you to whoever decided not to buzz S.W.A.T. boys.) Josh Charles wasn't surprising, but he's not the boy you thought he was, either. Samuel L. Jackson kicks ass, and that wasn't disputed here.
The camerawork felt occasionally amateurish, though the editing wasn't always stellar either - technically, it felt a little like it was everyone's first film. The dialogue wasn't stellar but no groanfest either, and at least the tacky one-liners were kept to a bare minimum. The script on the whole wasn't terribly clever, and there were loose ends, pointless scenes where we developed characterization we never explored or integrated,... It dragged in parts, which combined with the unnecessary footage made for some minor difficulties as far as sitting still sometimes. *shrug* I went for Colin, I won't lie, but even he walked a lot of it. In mine, 2/5, for what it's worth.
I got home in time to catch the last fifteen minutes of The Restaurant. Oh, Mark Burnett. You can spot his reality series as distinctly as Spielberg's films. Dude, there is no drama in a general office meeting until stuff starts flying. A roomful of calm, rational people? While their issues are real and the outcome significant, it just isn't the tribal council.
Rocco though. Liked him two minutes in. He looks like a slightly older, malnourished, Vitamin D-deprived version of JD from Scrubs. *pets his head and feeds him soup*
I have to remember that I like weekly serials. This too much in two hours business just isn't doing it with any level of consistency. Note to self, embark on creating a TV schedule. When I get my own place, I swear TiVo will be my first purchase.
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Date: August 10th, 2003 08:54 pm (UTC)Here ends Clark Johnson's filmography.
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Date: August 10th, 2003 09:09 pm (UTC)I didn't know about the cameo, hee! Thanks for that. I winced for him when the pan incident happened.
Reading back over it, I meant what I said, but it somehow came off a lot more scathing than I feel. I didn't hate the film, I just... maybe it's the wasted potential thing, like there could've been more if they were given more time to do it. Ergo my recommitment to television shows, though with a streak of half or one-season favorites cancelled under my belt, it'll be a big step.
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Date: August 10th, 2003 10:51 pm (UTC)Loved your account of the house that porn built. Hee. You funny thing.
Also, go you on finding the back-to-school swag! Woohoo! Did you get any NICK items?
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Date: August 11th, 2003 09:46 am (UTC)Dude, that place creeped me out something fierce. Especially the part where the kids' rooms were so normal and everything else was so... sleazy. *shudder*
There were no Nick items to be had! They had folders and notebooks, but all of them were group shots except for the single JC notebook and a couple of Lance and JC folders. But the back-to-school season's just begun! And Gainesville is a hotbed of rare swag - there's a record store down the street in front of my dorm where I could, were I so funded, buy almost every one of *NSYNC's singles, domestic and international. Isn't that something? ;)
Oh, and one more thing. I would've asked you by e-mail but Gatorlink's been down for three days now. Would you know where other than
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Date: August 12th, 2003 02:38 am (UTC)As for Kevin in Chicago, I've heard that no bootleg exists. Which is really a cryin' shame, if it's true, but apparently none has surfaced yet. I think he is going to do some touring performances, though, so perhaps one will show up after that? We can hope.
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Date: August 12th, 2003 02:58 am (UTC)Really? That's wicked wrong, yo. I totally thought about going back to see him, but at that point I'd made two trips to New York not three months previous and had no proper appreciation for either the show or Kevin. *kicks March self* What kind of reception/reviews did he get, beyond the snooty remarks which Joey bore the brunt of anyway?
But oh! Touring performances! That would be beyond fantastic. *hopes*