Daily Memory

Ahh. Who doesn't look back to the 80's and not think of the friendship bracelets we would make out of embroidery thread. I personally only knew one pattern to make and really only had one friend at a time, so my memory of the friendship bracelet revolves around the time I was accused by some little British twig who blamed me for stealing hers. Not only did I not steal the bracelet, I didn't even know she had one or I totally would have stolen it. Once she blamed me I kinda wish I had. She didn't believe me and I couldn't convince her so I took my wrathful hate of this twat out on the soccer field (we called it football, but that doesn't matter now) when we played against her team.

Basically what I did was channel my white hot hate into continuously kicking the ball out of bounds. When her team had the ball I would charge at it, and with a kick right or left, I would send it over that little chalk boundary and we would temporarily stop the game and then get the ball back during the toss in.

I never played that well after that, perhaps I needed to be accused of stealing shit before every game.

THE GOOD, the bad, the ugly

He's coming home tonight from Greenland for two weeks!

*sigh*

Crap I want but don't need

One for you, one for me.
It's a postcard! How cute!
Threefold

Organic Flower Necklace
It is so hard to say no to a dainty flower on a pound wire necklace.
Elisa Shere Jewelry

Red Mist

I don’t really know what I thought about this movie. I found some things about it to be interesting, and the rest had me rolling my eyes. It carried very little in the way of fear, however I do enjoy a good possession movie. Red Mist, also called Freakdog, is your standard horror-in-the-hospital movie. You know the kind, outrageously attractive and fit medical students at a teaching college that accidentally make some sort of blunder. This is usually followed by varying degrees of douch-baggery on the part of the young students, you see where this is going right? This movie did not stray from that path unfortunately.

Our new friend “Freakdog” is your typical mentally challenged and abused character. After seeing his mother either beaten or killed while looking through the biggest fucking keyhole, he went straight to loopy land, but got hired in the morgue at some hospital. It just so happens that a small group of med students are studying in the very same hospital. Well this group of Demi-Gods taunt Freakdog, and call him… well they call him Freakdog, and one night in a club while diving into some of the prescription drugs they bought illegally from the hospital pharmacy, they put poor Freakdog into a coma after accidentally inducing an epileptic seizure with the strobe light. They bitch and yell at each other, one camp wants to save their asses since this will get them kicked out of the hospital, the other camp wants to do the right thing. By “other camp” I really mean one person, Catherine is our shinning beacon of morality.

Wrought by guilt, Catherine visits Freakdog in the coma ward where the doctor tells her he is a vegetable since the oxygen was cut off from his brain for too long during the seizure and he is no more than a house plant. After an exciting research montage, Catherine collects reports about a study using a certain serum that appears to reconnect and revitalize the brains of coma vegetables but not without consequences. Dun dun dun! So she sneaks into his room every night to give him his medicine which activated his “out of body” portion of his brain, I had no idea that this fictional portion of the brain has even been mapped out but whatever. So Mr. Veggie spends the rest of the movie having fits and possessing people in order to exact his revenge on those mean medical students.

I would like to say there was a twist, or that the movie was predictable, but I believe that I was put into a vegetative state while viewing this. I did find enjoyment out of the possessed lurch about and do away with the snobby students, this was moderately creative and enjoyable but outside of that, I found Freakdog’s seizures to be more humorous than tense.

Daily Memory

One summer I went out collecting all of the frogs my little hands could carry. After some time I looked down and saw that my fist held five frogs laying limp with long sagging tongues.

Heart broken that I had crushed these creatures, I placed them in the grass and walked away before anyone found what I had done.

I came back later and the frogs were gone. It's a good thing I have obscenely large hands for a girl.

the good, THE BAD, the ugly

And yet somehow, this animated series really did exist.

Crap I want but don't need

Anemone Tank
You can't get cooler than something designed after a sea anemone,
if only it was in a different colour and wouldn't break the bank.
At $225.00 it better come in every colour imaginable
Janeane Marie

Mama and baby elephant figures
Too bloody cute! Finding a place for them would be hard,
but life without them would be harder.
Bunny With a Tool Belt

Eagle Eye

Apparently some people enjoyed this flick, as seen by the amount of starts they gave it on IMDB. However, Rotten Tomatoes agrees with me that this was a god damn waste of time. Shame on you Spielberg! I spent the entire time rolling my eyes and shouting “What the fuck?!” and “You are bloody kidding me!” at the screen. This is an action movie for those who love those James Patterson novels, poorly written with an inconceivable plotline.

Where do I start? So somewhere in Iraq, a terrorist suspect is being tracked by the US Government. After using several different camera tricks, like snap the suspects image when he answers his phone even though the camera is on the back of the phone and a model airplane that no one notices flying overhead they are able to construct that this bearded man MIGHT be the bearded man they are looking for. But a computer tells that that this is only a 51% match and the mission must be aborted. The president allows it and boom.

We meet Jerry Shaw, the kid from Even Stevens all growed up. He’s just lost his twin brother and we get the gist that he is the black sheep of the family, as seen by his scruffy facial hair. For no reason at all, his bank account is loaded with money and a shit load of stuff arrives at his apartment and his mobile rings and it’s the bitch from my GPS system telling him that in a matter of seconds the FBI will arrive at his place. Jerry is arrested and interrogated before the GPS system lady arranges his miraculous escape.

Somewhere in the Mid-West, Rachel Holloman is putting her obscenely freckled son on a train that apparently takes four fucking days to get to Washington D.C. where he and his fellow students will play the national anthem for the Senate or something. While Rachel is partying it up with her bestest friends she gets a phone call from the mysterious voice giving her elaborate instructions or she will derail her son’s train.

From this point on, it just gets more and more ridiculous. Jerry and Rachel are pawns in this intricate scheme created by a “super computer” who is trying to kill the president and his cabinet because they did not abort the missile strike against the bearded suspect and now she’s pissed. What is more ridiculous than this being possible, is that this “super computer” named Ariia, is able to manipulate anything electronic in the world that is on a network including traffic lights and power lines, which she already used to kill those who disobey her, but she still needs to create a convoluted plan using a network of civilians.

W.T.F.?

the good, THE BAD, the ugly

I just found out that my neighbor and good friend was let go from his place of employment of eight years. It just goes to show that Swarthy Italians are just not appreciated anymore.

So, this is a shout out to by buddy who always bought me drinks at Pub Trivia, and know that I have a lot of booze in my kitchen if you need to get sloppy drunk... Just not in my house, I don't like anyone that much.

Crap I want but don't need

Tinez After Tinez
this is hot, and reminds me of the fork jewelry a friend used to make for me.
SpoonerZ

L.A. Burdick Chocolate Mice
Image found here
L.A. Burdick Handmade Chocolate

The Ruins

A kind blog reader gave me this recommendation. I had already seen it twice and read the book but completely forgot about it for one of my craptastic reviews. The Ruins, to put it mildly, is a seriously fucked up and disgusting movie, and the perfect thing to watch if you have had your fill of Eli Roth films. Compared to the book, the sequences of events are the same as are the characters, but the main difference is that the characters roles are switched about in the movie. I assume this is done for creative purposes or some rubbish.

So, it’s spring break or summer holiday or whatever and a bunch of Gen-Y kids are partying it up on their parents dime in Mexico before going off to their respective colleges. The group consists of two best girlfriends, Amy and Stacy and their boyfriends, Jeff and Eric. While partying by the pool they meet a German guy who is visiting Mexico with his brother who met a beautiful archeologist and went to visit some ruins with her. Leaving the directions with his brother, Mathias asks the four teens to join him if they are looking for adventure.

Of course they are, because they are stupid and it can’t be helped. So the next day the girls put on inappropriate hiking flip-flops and the boys put on some chin stubble and they head out with Mathias. Once arriving at the last town before heading into the jungle, they are warned that the area is “bad”. But since these kids are technically invincible and one of them is going to med school, they are positive that they are going to beat the odds. So they set out and find the temple ruins to be hidden and deserted. Suddenly they are descended upon by a fat guy on a horse who speaks no other language than his jungle tongue which just makes it difficult to tell the dumb tourists that this is a dangerous place and they need to leave.

Retreating to the vine covered temple, the natives begin to surround the group, ready to shoot them if they attempt to leave. They find the camp left by the archeologists and Mathias’s dead brother wrapped in the red flowered vines. After this, everything gets wicked nasty. There are flesh eating plants, amputations, self mutilation and paralysis, your typical Mexican holiday without the dysentery.

This was the most frightening thing I have seen involving the human psyche and the survival instinct. Perhaps not as gory as the Saw Franchise, but I still get flash backs about some of the actions the characters take during this movie. I never would have thought your garden shrubbery could get so pissed off, I will only own silk plants from now on.

If this sounds like your cup of tea, you quickly need to see this flick. If you are feint of heart then I would recommend watching Pretty Woman again. .