Picked up the Ep. 1 DVD (Randy is buying a DVD player — who am I going to schlep off old VCR copies of movies to, now that he’s joined the tech revolution?), and I’m doing that thing.
You know, that thing.
They’ve tweaked the movie, right? There are little bits and pieces of scenes that didn’t used to be there that aren’t now.
So I’ve seen the original theatre version (obviously) a couple (*coff*) times, and I’m trying to spot these new bits. But it’s been awhile, and I’m second-guessing myself.
“Is this bit a new bit, or an old bit that I’d forgotten about?” I barely watched the movie, trying to see the bits. Forest for the trees, I suppose.
This never happened with the Original Trilogy vs. the Special Edition… I’ve seen the originals way too many times to not recognize the changes. While I appreciate the new scenes and bumped-up production values, the scenes and lines that they Changed were a flat-out mistake. How the hell could Greedo miss at that distance!?!
One nice thing about the DvD: I can skip the midichlorian scene seamlessly.
What the hell were you thinking, George?
I must remember to go out and get a couple pumpkins for Halloween after Farscape and before I work on the game for tomorrow.
Re-reading that, could I be more of a geek? (When deciding the answer to this, remember that I am blogging the entire evening’s events).
This week, it’s Dead Men Walking (ver. 4) versus the Necrotic Spleens. Dead Men lineup:
QB Doug Flutie (Chargers)
RB Edgerrin James (Ind)
RB Shaun Alexander (Sea)
WR Rod Smith (Den)
WR Troy Brown (NE)
WR Jimmy Smith (Jax)
Kicker Jason Elam (Den)
Defense: Tampa Bay
The Dead Men are currently 5-1 and leading the league by the rotting hairs of our chinny-chin-chins.
Been meaning to mention this. I love Farscape. Love it.
BUT I HATE “TO BE CONTINUED” EPISODES.
And they have hit me with TWO tbc’s in a ROW this week. I’m going to explode with the anticipation.
Margie posed a poser to me a few nights ago, under the mistaken assumption that I memorize song lyrics. I memorize movie dialogue. My hearing is too screwed up on the left side to understand anything but the most clearly sung song lyrics (Tenacious D, Too Long in the Wasteland, etc), until the 10th or 20th run through. Until then, I’m just there for the harmony, man.
On the other hand, I hate not knowing the answer to trivia, so FILL UP MY HEAD, PEOPLE.
The question: who the hell sings the song with lyrics that reference “mixing molotov cocktails in the kitchen sink” (the following line says something about “might as well drink”… maybe), and what is the name of the damn song.
It’s so uncool that I can’t just rattle that stuff off.
Once a week, I make one post in which I talk like a former high school football player who still loves the game, and you all pretend you care (or don’t). Deal.
Like the Redskins/Dallas game, Week 5 of the Fantasy League wasn’t pretty, but someone had to win. Might as well be me.
I’ve had better weeks, but I’ve also had worse, and it put a W up in the result column, so I can’t complain much.
One interesting thing is that, of the eight players I had active this week, FOUR were outperformed by guys I had on my bench. I usually make better decisions than that. Seattle’s Stephen Alexander outrushing Emmit Smith probably isn’t that surprising, but Seattle’s Defense got 3 interceptions and ran in 2 touchdowns off a QB that only threw 5 Picks ALL LAST YEAR? What?
And of course Flutie had one of those infuriatingly decent games that you can never predict… so I don’t really care that I missed out on his points.
Anyway, I’ve somehow stumbled into the best record for my league at 4 and 1, but in the end I’m screwed. Unless Yahoo updates to take the ‘lost’ week of NFL play into account, several of my best guys are going to be on byes at critical times.
Someone killed me this morning. (I’m not naming names, though I have my suspicions.) Due to my death, I was unable to avenge my honor properly, but my ninja hordes are assembling. Beware!
(I know I already linked to this, but dammit, it’s ninja warfare! It deserves two links.)
That soft, whispering sigh that rides the air tonight, all across the America?
That’s the sound of a million Trek fans drifting through a greased-up-Vulcan masturbatory fantasy while they stare at a couple seconds of Enterprise in freeze-frame.
Good show? Yes, I enjoyed parts of it very much. Cool ship? Yes. It felt like a sub, it was cramped like a sub, and in case you missed the parallel, they used reverse depth charges to attack it like a sub.
Pandering, pointless lotion scene? …you do hear that sound, don’tcha?
The lowest common denominator in Trekdom is divisible by 7 and 9.