Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
Transformers IMAX
Michael, Mr. Adam & I went to go see Transformers on IMAX yesterday. Now I must tell all of you that I was told that this movie was only 'eh.' That it wasn't the hyped up summer blockbuster everyone expected and in some cases wanted it to be. So my rush to see it waned and Mr. Adam & I never got around to seeing this during the summer. However since it did come out on IMAX, Mr. Adam & I had rekindled our interest in this film.
First off, I liked it. I did. Was the movie loud? Oh yes. But I knew that going in. What I can tell you is that the action and the special effects were amazing. I want a good robot for a car & protector. Who wouldn't? But I also must tell you that I can't, nor will I ever buy into these movies that the sexy, pretty girl with the beautiful pink lip gloss is also a nuclear physicist. Um, no. Don't go there, I won't buy into that. Other than the stupid casting, I liked the movie. I really liked it!
Labels: movie
Friday, September 21, 2007
My Dream Engagement Ring (sigh)
Your Dream Engagement Ring Has an Oval Diamond! |
An oval diamond is classic enough to reflect your femininity... While being unique enough to show off that individual style you've cultivated Your creative side will be delighted with the amount of twinkle your diamond showcases And your ring's unique design will go well with all that artistic jewelry you've collected! |
DIARY
Hey childrens! I've finally began reading again after my hiatus of the 2nd half of the summer. And what a great book to begin with. First off I adore this writer. I've read several of his books already and I must say that I've enjoyed every one of them. I look forward to reading more. I do hope he keeps writing. Anyway let me 'share.'
This book is a horror novel whose main character is a female artist named Misty. Through years of shrugging off small clues of the underlying evil happening as coincidence she has found herself trapped, imprisoned if you will, in a hotel room being forced to paint & draw art to save a small island community. I don't want to give away allot of the story, but one of the repeating underlying themes to this book is "you" are a diary of you. Everything about you is recorded in everything you do, make, grow and think. A very interesting concept and one that is difficult to argue. I wonder if this makes me the hot, sexy Colt porn star I see myself as? hmmm. Anyway, this book was so good I finished quite fast. So fast that I ran out and got another of Mr. Palahniuk's books to begin right away. I'm so glad there's even more for later. Enjoy this one!
Labels: Book
Monday, September 10, 2007
Oh Britney, Britney, Britney...
Honey, I'm one of your fans, but you need to know this:
You're a mess. You got your momma fat still, and your performance at last night's VMAs was horrible. No,... worse than that, it was downright awful. I can't believe you're the same girl who Madonna took under her wing, when there are plenty of others that would KILL for the opportunity. You have become the epitome of white trash. Only with good makeup. Really, you are a mess. Plain and simple. You went on-stage last night under-rehearsed. That would have never happened before the marriage, divorce, 2nd marriage, kids & 2nd divorce. Your lethargic dancing and cavalier attitude towards lip-synching on stage was a disgrace to the amount of money you get paid. Shame on you. Really, what were you thinking? I will purchase your new CD, but you are SO on 'double secret probation" that I don't know if I can defend your disaster of a life. And you know who is to blame Britney? YOU! That's who. From your marriage to asshole Federline, to your decision to have children, then to your gum chewing interview with Mat Lauer to your custody battles with your Fed-Ex as well as your public battles with your family. I'm done. No really, you've almost reached the same lows as that other media whore Paris.
On a side note, a friend was hired by MTV to do touch up make-up for the stars before they went onstage. He informed that you, Britney had your make-up touched up and then right there (backstage) in front of him you started crying, took off the dress you were wearing and curled up into a fetal position on the floor minutes before performing. Now, I have to ask you Britney "do you have too much money?" Are you that much of a disaster to not realize how lucky you are to have the life you have? Or, are you that ungrateful that you really think the world owes you more than you've already gotten from it? Suck it up and act like an adult, you're supposed to be raising children now. Remember,... you had babies? If you can't pull it together, I'm going to have to cut you off like I did to your disaster of a friend Paris. I wish both of you could have to get up and go to a 9 - 5 job and sit behind a desk for years and years, so you could learn to appreciate just what you got. So fucking ungrateful.
You're a mess. You got your momma fat still, and your performance at last night's VMAs was horrible. No,... worse than that, it was downright awful. I can't believe you're the same girl who Madonna took under her wing, when there are plenty of others that would KILL for the opportunity. You have become the epitome of white trash. Only with good makeup. Really, you are a mess. Plain and simple. You went on-stage last night under-rehearsed. That would have never happened before the marriage, divorce, 2nd marriage, kids & 2nd divorce. Your lethargic dancing and cavalier attitude towards lip-synching on stage was a disgrace to the amount of money you get paid. Shame on you. Really, what were you thinking? I will purchase your new CD, but you are SO on 'double secret probation" that I don't know if I can defend your disaster of a life. And you know who is to blame Britney? YOU! That's who. From your marriage to asshole Federline, to your decision to have children, then to your gum chewing interview with Mat Lauer to your custody battles with your Fed-Ex as well as your public battles with your family. I'm done. No really, you've almost reached the same lows as that other media whore Paris.
On a side note, a friend was hired by MTV to do touch up make-up for the stars before they went onstage. He informed that you, Britney had your make-up touched up and then right there (backstage) in front of him you started crying, took off the dress you were wearing and curled up into a fetal position on the floor minutes before performing. Now, I have to ask you Britney "do you have too much money?" Are you that much of a disaster to not realize how lucky you are to have the life you have? Or, are you that ungrateful that you really think the world owes you more than you've already gotten from it? Suck it up and act like an adult, you're supposed to be raising children now. Remember,... you had babies? If you can't pull it together, I'm going to have to cut you off like I did to your disaster of a friend Paris. I wish both of you could have to get up and go to a 9 - 5 job and sit behind a desk for years and years, so you could learn to appreciate just what you got. So fucking ungrateful.
Labels: TV
Halloween 2007
OK my beautiful people. This past weekend Michael & I went to go see the new Halloween directed by Rob Zombie. Scary? Sure, but I'm a fan of the original so I knew the basic story anyway. Gruesome? Oh good Lord yes! You may be thinking "ryan charisma, how can you take such gratuitous violence?" Well, my well lubricated pistons, I can't, I squirmed and moaned and wished that Michael Meyers would stop all the insanity. So here is what I thought:
1)This movie is a remake of the John Carpenter classic.
2) It is NOT as good.
3) The acting in this movie was eh. Nothing great, and actually some of the performances literally sucked.
4) I had issue with this movie trying to give some sort of reason or excuse for Mr. Meyers' killing sprees. I didn't buy into that at all. I don't see psychopathic killers and sympathetic characters. I simply don't.
If you're itching to see this, you should. The movie isn't horrible. It just isn't good. And really, what's a scary movie without Jamie Lee Curtis?
Labels: movie