Fantasy Fridays: Who Said It?

I wanted you to take one thing away from yesterday’s quote: the Dude abides.

Now time for some fantasy awesomeness for you to guess!

“When I was your age, television was called books.”

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The Avengers, Joss Whedon, and How Hollywood Has Screwed Stuff Up

Can you feel the radtastic?What up, duders? Me, I’m just relaxin’ all cool, shooting some b-ball outside of the school. Okay, actually I’m hunched over a computer, trying to contain my excitement for the new Avengers movie! How cool is it that Joss Whedon (creator of Firefly, Serenity, Buffy the Vampire Slayer TV series, Dollhouse, writer for Astonishing X-Men, and writer/maker/all around doer of a whole crap load of other stuff) is the guy who wrote AND directed the thing? I doubleplus love pretty much everything that Whedon has touched so I know I’m going to like this thing too. Don’t believe me? Then check out this L.A. Times review of it that gives Whedon pretty much all the credit for how awesome the movie was. Read it and despair, Ye Naysayer!

I don’t know about you, but I’ve been super stoked on all the comic book movies they’ve been cranking out these past few years (with the exception of the Spider-man movies which were pretty much l4m3). I don’t know if it’s the amount of money they’re dumping into the movie budgets or the wicked advanced special effects, but either way they’ve come a long way from Adam West and his total fail at being Batman.

“Whoa there, sourpuss,” you say. “Watch your tongue when you’re talking about Adam ‘The Bat’ West. That guy was the original Batman.”

Yeah, yeah. I know he was the O.G. of the thing, but that doesn’t change a thing in my mind. Just think about the way Batman was portrayed in those early displays of caped crusading. Seriously, is some billionaire running around Gotham in a bat costume going to really be the picture of mental health that West played? Negatory, mon ami. He’s going to be off, you know? Like, having-lots-of-issues-that-warrant-psychiatric-evaluation kind of off. If anything, Christian Bale did the most legit job of showing the sketchy thought process of Batman, albeit not to the next level of obsessiveness that Bruce Wayne shows in the comics.

Now that I think about it, there was a similar thing that happened in the first Battlestar Galactica series. They made all the humans in that show have this whole frisky sort of happiness thing going on, which is totally weird because they’re literally trying to avert the demise of humanity. But the reboot–that thing got it right! The characters in that were always pissed about something. You had Starbuck literally taking swings at Saul, the XO of the ship, while Helo–the baby boy biatch who fell in love with a frakking Cylon–was going totally nuts to protect his glowy-spined girlfriend and their hybrid love child. The people on BSG were on edge, man. But why wouldn’t they be? They were being pursued by a bloodthirsty fleet of cyborgs who are dropping a galactic jihad on humanity. Who wouldn’t be a little stressed in a situation like that?

What do you guys think about this? Are there any shows/movies based on a book or a comic that felt totally lamesville?

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Theatrical Thursdays: Who Said It?

So I was out of it for a couple days with a fricken superflu but I am back in full effect. Okay, maybe not full effect–I’ve still got the nasty nasal drip going on–but well enough that I can throw some quotes up without throwing my breakfast up.

Spew.

So the quote on Monday was from Jack in The Shining, which a couple peeps got. Now take a stab at this quote from one of my fav movies of all time!

“Donny was a good bowler, and a good man. He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors… and bowling, and as a surfer he explored the beaches of Southern California, from La Jolla to Leo Carrillo and… up to… Pismo. He died, like so many young men of his generation, he died before his time. In your wisdom, Lord, you took him, as you took so many bright flowering young men at Khe Sanh, at Langdok, at Hill 364. These young men gave their lives. And so would Donny. Donny, who loved bowling. And so, Theodore Donald Karabotsos, in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been, we commit your final mortal remains to the bosom of the Pacific Ocean, which you loved so well. Good night, sweet prince.”

Another Sick Day: Staying Home to Read Insurgent

You need this book, dude.

I think you should know there’s, like, a ton of spoilers in this post. And not the good kind of spoilers, like when your grandma used to buy you tons of candy even when your parents told her not to.

For a guy with a solid immune system I sure seem to get sick a lot. Totally left-field for me, I swear. Usually I get one super nasty bug and then I’m Superman for the rest of the year. Not this time though. The Übermensch of cold viruses decided to invade my nasal passages two times this season just to remind me that it could make me its baby boy biatch whenever it wants.

The upside of having a license to ill (that’s a Beastie Boy reference there, FYI) is that I get to stay home from work and do nothing all day–and by “nothing” I mean read Veronica Roth’s new book, Insurgent. Don’t be jelly, people! I’m about 50% through this thing (gotta love the progress counter thingy on the Kindle, right?) and I’ve got a few first impressions to share with all you peeps. I’m assuming you all know the gist of the Divergent Trilogy story line so I’ll just skip the whole synopsis thing and get straight to what I think so far.

The Good: The dialogue has been super dope from the start. The tension between Tris and Four was totally believable, and the snappy banter between Tris and the other Dauntless–especially Uriah–had me cracking up. The description of various places was totally off the chain too. The way Roth laid out the Amity headquarters made me feel like I was right there, strolling under the thick canopy in the orchard. And the way she described the Candor headquarters with the black and white everywhere? Get outta here! What a fricken awesome way to decorate the headquarters of the faction that sees only truth and lies, right? Actually, the way she has painted the headquarters of all the factions has been beyond pro, each one reflecting the character of the faction members. So well done, Ms. Roth.

The Meh: The only thing I thought was a little bit of shenanigans was how seriously mature Tris seemed at times. Perfect example: the scene toward the beginning where she and Tobias were about to do the no-pants dance, but Tris puts the kibosh on old Mr. Grabby Hands before he made it to second. Tris says something about how she doesn’t want to get freaky with him because she feels like its for the wrong reasons, namely to distract herself from her grief. This, I didn’t buy.

Before you get all worked up let me explain what I mean. I get that some people mature faster than others. I, for instance, still get a kick out of typing 58008 on old calculators and then turning then upside down. The thing is, Tris seems waaaay too insightful for a sixteen-year old with almost zero life experience. I know she saw some serious trauma in the last book, but I don’t think that accounts for some of the next level introspection that Tris has going on. Maybe it’s possible for a kid to be that mature, but I just think it’s unlikely.

But hey, what do I know? Girls are supposed to mature faster than guys anyways, right?

So yeah, that’s where I’m at for now. I know I’m the new mayor of Sucksville for breaking my own rules and not posting on Monday, but I like I said, I was super dooper sick. As soon as I finish this book I’m going to be up on here giving you the low down on Veronica Roth’s next installment.

Until then, Dear Reader. G’night.

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