Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Summer Break has Started....
Posted by Bethcabforcutie at 10:58 PM 1 comments
Friday, May 8, 2009
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Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
X-Men Origins: Wolverine
So, last night I went and saw X-Men Origins: Wolverine. I only went because Victor made me go. I am not really a fan of the Action genre. I think that last quality action movie to be made was Terminator 2, and that was in the early 90's(The new one looks stupid as hell). Well, I do like a few more recent ones, but in general, I don't like to watch action movies.
I thought overall the movie wasn't horrible. Many reviews make it sound like a terrible movie, but I thought it was decent. Of course being a fan of Hugh Jackman doesn't hurt :) There were however, too many corny scenes and shots. The best/worst was when Wolverine emerges from a fiery explosion on a motorcycle. I just had to laugh at that part. I will say that Hugh Jackman makes a great looking lumberjack. Maybe NAU should use some stills of him from this movie on their website to make it more appealing.
Labels: comics, hugh jackman, movie, polyvore, poster, review, wolverine, x men
Posted by Bethcabforcutie at 10:18 PM 2 comments
Sunday, May 3, 2009
3 quotes
-E.M. Forster
Writer
I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.
-Virginia Woolf
Writer
I've never been able to plan my life. I just lurch from indecision to indecision.
-Alan Rickman
Actor/Director
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Saturday, May 2, 2009
Iamsointothis song.
by Simon & Garfunkel
It's a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
The borders of our lives.
And you read your Emily Dickinson,
And I my Robert Frost,
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what we've lost.
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
And the dangled conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.
Yes, we speak of things that matter,
With words that must be said,
"Can analysis be worthwhile?"
"Is the theater really dead?"
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives.
Posted by Bethcabforcutie at 2:53 AM 0 comments