When I heard that Tron: Legacy was coming out, I got online and checked Netflix to have the original Tron come. However, it was listed as "long wait." "This is not gonna work." (Star Wars: A New Hope) So, I checked the library for it. It was there, so I requested it. I was place 26. Whew! We wanted to watch the movie in theatres, and we did. And our minds were blown...or at least mine was.
Just the other day, I discovered that Tron was in at the library. Hurray! So, I got it and it's been in the house waiting for the perfect night to watch it. Tonight was the night, (since it was due tomorrow).
My opinion? It was great! For some reason, I just really, really enjoyed it. I thought the special effects were cool, yes, really. And I thought it was just, I don't know, I really couldn't put my finger on it. I guess, I just really loved seeing all the old conncections from the Legacy to the old one. Yep, it was good, and, my family liked it too, even Dad, who didn't want to watch it to begin with. Definitely worth the 26 spaces. :D
Excerpt From Newest Book
This is an excerpt from one of my current books. Read, enjoy, and be sure to comment with any kind of criticism
The doors slowly slid open with an unbearable grating sound. They were stone doors, gray, perhaps some type of granite. Stretching from the ground to the top of the ceiling, they were nearly twelve feet. Each door was unadorned, without knob or handle or glass pane. The two were solid pieces of rock and as they slid outward, each was a foot thick.
Standing before the doors were five figures, dressed in gray. The simple jump suits went to their ankles, writs, and covered all of their neck. Black boots shod their feet. Black gloves covered their hands. A sort of helmet, black and with an opaque visor hid their faces. A belt of twisted black design wrapped around the waist of each, and from these belts hung oblong weapons of some unique style. A thin rod extended from the end that hung nearest the floor. It looked weak enough to be snapped by a child, yet in actuality it was strong enough to withhold the strike of a strong sword. From the rod, a thicker oval came next and then ended with a complete circle adjoined to the body of the weapon.
These five figures, waiting for the massive doors to finish opening, grasped a large, bulky object behind them. These objects held no distinct form and lay half on the floor, suspended only by the arms that clung to them. The doors paralleled with the hallway, finally silencing the harsh sound. With one movement, the five figures strode forward into the room. A cold, stale air wisped around their legs. A sickly light, coming from four odd lamps, illuminated their black helmets and the surroundings.
The room was made of solid stone panels, the same gray as the doors and the outer walls of the hallway. In one wall, the one directly opposite from the doors, there was an enormous window that was practically the entire wall. But there was nothing to see out of this window: it was completely black, as though a curtain hung behind it.
On the floor and against the walls, lay or sat many people. All were humans, and all seemed to have been just roused from sleep. They looked confusedly at the opening doors, and many eyes were squinted in the bright light streaming in. This was not simply a room, it was a cell.
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The doors slowly slid open with an unbearable grating sound. They were stone doors, gray, perhaps some type of granite. Stretching from the ground to the top of the ceiling, they were nearly twelve feet. Each door was unadorned, without knob or handle or glass pane. The two were solid pieces of rock and as they slid outward, each was a foot thick.
Standing before the doors were five figures, dressed in gray. The simple jump suits went to their ankles, writs, and covered all of their neck. Black boots shod their feet. Black gloves covered their hands. A sort of helmet, black and with an opaque visor hid their faces. A belt of twisted black design wrapped around the waist of each, and from these belts hung oblong weapons of some unique style. A thin rod extended from the end that hung nearest the floor. It looked weak enough to be snapped by a child, yet in actuality it was strong enough to withhold the strike of a strong sword. From the rod, a thicker oval came next and then ended with a complete circle adjoined to the body of the weapon.
These five figures, waiting for the massive doors to finish opening, grasped a large, bulky object behind them. These objects held no distinct form and lay half on the floor, suspended only by the arms that clung to them. The doors paralleled with the hallway, finally silencing the harsh sound. With one movement, the five figures strode forward into the room. A cold, stale air wisped around their legs. A sickly light, coming from four odd lamps, illuminated their black helmets and the surroundings.
The room was made of solid stone panels, the same gray as the doors and the outer walls of the hallway. In one wall, the one directly opposite from the doors, there was an enormous window that was practically the entire wall. But there was nothing to see out of this window: it was completely black, as though a curtain hung behind it.
On the floor and against the walls, lay or sat many people. All were humans, and all seemed to have been just roused from sleep. They looked confusedly at the opening doors, and many eyes were squinted in the bright light streaming in. This was not simply a room, it was a cell.
The Bads About Michael Buble
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Oh, come on! Michael Buble fans, come to your senses! Can't you realize that by being his fans you encourage him? Don't you understand that by buying his CDs, you're promoting him? Can't you see that you suffogate conversations by introducing his name? Personally, I've just never gotten on his fan boat, nor do I intend you. I let that boat sail on without me, gladly.
(If you are a "said person"'s fan, you should probably stop reading right here. If you're not, you're going to enjoy this.)
All right, let us dissect this so called artist. Notice that little word or words, "so called." Anyway, I will give the one thing about him that I actually....kind of...like. His songs. His songs are okay. They're not bad. One or two I actually like. However, he has one problem with them. All of those songs need words sung to them. Poor guy, he was not blessed in the vocal area. He does try, you can hear, but...it just never goes anywhere.
Another problem with him is that, well, Kathryn likes him. And, she doesn't just like him, she really likes him. He's her self proclaimed favorite artist. This here is proof of what I've said for years. Kathryn's flipped her lid. ;) And, she has his CDs and she's going to his concert. She also plays his CDs all the time. The problem with this is that his songs are infectious. They get in your head and stay there. And, if you heard the song as soon as you get up in the morning? Sorry, you're doomed. Plus, with the repition of playing, I've learned the words. Not because I wanted to, just because I kept hearing it. It was kind of hard not to. So, when these sticky songs get stuck, you have no choice but to sing the words. Also, because I have a hard time singing a song without immitating the inflection and overall sound of an artist, I've got him in my head...all day.
Don't you sympathize with me? No? Well, go "Cook your own kidneys"--Christmas in Connecticut.
(If you are a "said person"'s fan, you should probably stop reading right here. If you're not, you're going to enjoy this.)
All right, let us dissect this so called artist. Notice that little word or words, "so called." Anyway, I will give the one thing about him that I actually....kind of...like. His songs. His songs are okay. They're not bad. One or two I actually like. However, he has one problem with them. All of those songs need words sung to them. Poor guy, he was not blessed in the vocal area. He does try, you can hear, but...it just never goes anywhere.
Another problem with him is that, well, Kathryn likes him. And, she doesn't just like him, she really likes him. He's her self proclaimed favorite artist. This here is proof of what I've said for years. Kathryn's flipped her lid. ;) And, she has his CDs and she's going to his concert. She also plays his CDs all the time. The problem with this is that his songs are infectious. They get in your head and stay there. And, if you heard the song as soon as you get up in the morning? Sorry, you're doomed. Plus, with the repition of playing, I've learned the words. Not because I wanted to, just because I kept hearing it. It was kind of hard not to. So, when these sticky songs get stuck, you have no choice but to sing the words. Also, because I have a hard time singing a song without immitating the inflection and overall sound of an artist, I've got him in my head...all day.
Don't you sympathize with me? No? Well, go "Cook your own kidneys"--Christmas in Connecticut.
The Royal Wedding of Prince William and Princess Catherine
Friday, April 29, 2011
The event of the century! Stunning, magnificent, regal, elegant, beautiful, and glorious! It was truly a significant point in history. Everything from the cars (sweet rides) to Westiminister Abbey (utterly jawdropping) was just perfect. The now Princess Catherine looked purely lovely in her wedding gown: hair and jewelry and makeup done perfectly. Prince William looked pretty royal in his bright red uniform, too. Then, there were all the other royals with the Middletons. The Queen and Prince Phillip, I thought, were so old and adorable! I like her yellow hat immensely. Then, there was Prince Charles and the Duchess of Cornwall who looked fine. Mrs. Middleton had on an outfit that I loved. And, Prince Harry....yeah, he was right up there too. ;)
Westminister Abbey, especially with the trees inside it, looked so magnificent. It was truly magical! Then, there was all the cute/ funny stuff. Prince Harry looking back at Princess Catherine before she got to the altar. Prince William joking to Mr. Middleton about how they were supposed to have a small, family affair. The ring not going on the finger right away. Plus, those little pageboys walking behind the bridesmaids. Oh, they were so cute!
Then, of course there was the music. That choir was amazing! Such great voices and the timing they had with everything was great. They seemed to know just when she was going to get to the door and altar so they were able to swell. There was one of those moments, that tears actually came into my eyes. It was so beautiful!
I know some people out there don't think it's a big difference. You people? You're wrong. Sorry, just dead wrong. This is the continuation of one of the last monarchies in existance and Prince William and Princess Catherine are now a part of that. England's monarchy will live on because of them. This was a moment in history, people! Perhaps, 30 years from now, when their son or daughter is getting married, they'll replay PW's and PC's wedding. Then, you can tell your children that you watched that wedding on TV, or even live. It's special, and something people will talk about for years to come. I'm so glad I was a part of it, even from a very great distance. It makes me feel important! So, to all you people that are watching it or got up at 3 to watch it live, yay for you!
Face Lift
Thursday, April 28, 2011
I was getting a bit tired of my old blog front. That means, time for a change. So, I spent several minutes going through the different options. I just LOVED the rain affect on here. Don't judge me if I used the a affect or the e effect. I can't seem to remember which is which right now. Anyway, do you like the new look?
My new hair
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Lately, my hair's been pretty long and I've wanted to lopp it off. Today, the lopping was scheduled. Ready?
I absolutely love it! I think it looks cute and fun and perky.
"Oh, that's a nice statement. It's...lots of fun"-Father of the Bride
I absolutely love it! I think it looks cute and fun and perky.
"Oh, that's a nice statement. It's...lots of fun"-Father of the Bride
Home Alone
Yesterday, Dad was out of town, and Mom and Kathryn were at a Tony Bennet concert. Originally, Dad was going to the concert, but he decided to let Kathryn go. Then, she, being the really nice sister that she is, offered it to me. And ME, being the AMAZING sister that I am, said I knew she'd enjoy it more and to have fun. Soooo, I was alone in the house ("alone with my goldfish"-Big Jon and Sparkie).
What was I going to do with all this free time? "Anything I wanted."-Father of the Bride
See, this really is movie quote central...except Big Jon and Sparkie is a radio program. No matter. It's a quote.
Well, I had to figure out what I was going to do with the free time I'd have from 3 to 11. First thing, school. Yes, I'm good like that. See this angelic face? :D Anyway, knocked that all out and then rubbed my little hands together with GLEEEEEEE!!! And the little hands, is not a hyperbole. I do have hands that are the same size as a 12 year old's. And, she's not done growing. :(
Weighing the time, I decided I could eek out 2 movies of reasonable time. Well, I shouldn't waste these picks on something that someone else wants to watch; I need to do things NO ONE else wants to watch. What did I pick? Appetizer=The Last Song. Now, don't go groaning. This was my night to watch the movies I wanted to watch. This will be ever enforced with how my entree was Prince of Persia: Sands of Time. Personally, I think this movie is hysterical! The lines are so witty! I don't know what it is, but I've enjoyed it thoroughly both times I've seen it.
Yes, I had a very fun time. It was good to be by myself for a little while and relax and kick back. I'm not a huge one to be by myself all the time, but once and awhile, I really enjoy it.
What was I going to do with all this free time? "Anything I wanted."-Father of the Bride
See, this really is movie quote central...except Big Jon and Sparkie is a radio program. No matter. It's a quote.
Well, I had to figure out what I was going to do with the free time I'd have from 3 to 11. First thing, school. Yes, I'm good like that. See this angelic face? :D Anyway, knocked that all out and then rubbed my little hands together with GLEEEEEEE!!! And the little hands, is not a hyperbole. I do have hands that are the same size as a 12 year old's. And, she's not done growing. :(
Weighing the time, I decided I could eek out 2 movies of reasonable time. Well, I shouldn't waste these picks on something that someone else wants to watch; I need to do things NO ONE else wants to watch. What did I pick? Appetizer=The Last Song. Now, don't go groaning. This was my night to watch the movies I wanted to watch. This will be ever enforced with how my entree was Prince of Persia: Sands of Time. Personally, I think this movie is hysterical! The lines are so witty! I don't know what it is, but I've enjoyed it thoroughly both times I've seen it.
Yes, I had a very fun time. It was good to be by myself for a little while and relax and kick back. I'm not a huge one to be by myself all the time, but once and awhile, I really enjoy it.
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