OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG MY CLOSING IS TOMORROW. MY APARTMENT WILL FINALLY BE MINE. I CAN FINALLY START THINKING ABOUT HOW I'M ACTUALLY GOING TO MOVE IN!

In other news: My friend Lindsay aka the Nostalgia Chick and I have had an evil plan for a series of reviews/sketches, which would begin with the Kirk vs. Picard throw down (I'm debating for Kirk, she for Picard). THIS IS WHERE YOU COME IN!

Regardless of what side you root for, be it a sexy British bald man or a sexy Iowan v-neck wrap around green shirt man (or maybe you root for both...or maybe you're all for the Pike or the Archer), what makes YOU swoon and sigh "Oh Captain, My Captain" at the thought of either? What is it you love about them? Why would you want to serve under their command? *nudge...nudge?*

I just want to make sure we don't miss out on any really awesome/hilarious/TRU FAX points about EITHER sexy Enterprise Captain.

(AND I KNOW I KNOW, Janeway and Sisko are the SHIZNIT but we're sticking to the Enterprise...well, really we're sticking to what we know, but if you're going to debate captains might as well go with the Debate as Old As Time, as it were)

MAKE IT SO.

Nella Out.
So, there I'm sitting, watching "Clash of the Titans", reliving my childhood (...and onward) infatuation with Greek mythology and stop motion animation, and wondering why Perseus' crazy yet awesome playwright/poet sick kick/mentor sounds SO FAMILIAR--

IT'S BURGESS MEREDITH.

AKA, THIS GUY.

MY CHILDHOOD HAS COME FULL CIRCLE YOU GUYS.

Thank you IMDB.



Also...my GOD I loved this movie as a child. Rewatching it tonight, I am honestly burning with curiousity about how the remake will be. I suspect they will get rid of everything I like in favor of a inundating it with a "BOO DESTINY BOO GODS THEY IS PETTY AND CRUEL SO LET'S TAKE DEM DOWN!" message.

As I hear, they got rid of Bubos the MECHANICAL OWL OF AMAZINGNESS. If they did, then I donno man...I don't think the hotness of Sam Wothington and all the crackified glory that I imagine Neeson!Zeus will be can make up for such a GRIEVOUS WRONG. Let's just say if I were Zeus and this Bubos-less movie was King Acrisius of Argos who condemned his daughter Danae and grandson Perseus to death by sea, HIS ASS AND HIS CITY-STATE WOULD BE TOAST UNDER MY WRATH. JUST. SAYING.


EDIT: Ok, just read the synopsis for the remake. Hades is the bad guy ya'll. Again. Seriously, what is the God of the Underworld ever do to you!?! He was like, the chillest of the Gods! He really was the least douchey! He only ever kidnapped one goddess! There a decided lack of human female rape in his back story! He only fucks with you if you invade his Underworld, and then you have it coming! For realz, I'd rather hang with Hades any day than any of the other go--ok, Ok, I'd want to hang with Hermes too. But definitely Hades. Hades rocks.

EDIT OF MOVIE FAIL: Just read more of the synopsis. It's Disney's Hercules with Daddy Issues. ARGH MOVIE I HATE YOU ALREADY BUT I'LL STILL TOTALLY SEE YOU OPENING NIGHT, FUCK YOU VERY MUCH.

I'm going to curl back up with my 1981 version. GRRH.

Music!

Feb. 16th, 2010 11:26 pm
I've been filled recently with the burning desire to take up a musical instrument again. I was never really good, but it was enjoyable after I LONG SINCE gave up on learning to play an instrument so I could avoid being forced into recitals/NYSSMA and tortured over them (CURSE YOU NYSSMA! *SHAKES FIST!*). But as my piano is at my parents, and it is UNLIKELY I'll ever have an apartment in the near/distant future where I could HAVE my piano on hand, I think I want to take up something cheaper/more transportable

I have the strongest desire to take up...the ukulele.

(Or the violin, but I blame the murder mystery party for that.)

((Or even the accordion, but that would only make those who know me who can PLAY the accordian laugh and laugh and laugh and--))

If I'm really honest with myself, picking up a new instrument to learn would only make my life a Jeeves and Wooster tale; except that I'm a Bertie without a Jeeves, so I'm already forced to control my sudden bouts of bad-judgement, lest disaster strikes.

(Still would like to take up the ukulele though.)
But I plum forgot to!

Last week was my roomie's b-day, and as I realized I had TOTALLY FORGOTTEN to get her a card, but remembered how much she loved penguins and how her original plans were ruined by the snow storm, I made her this!

handmade card thrown together at the last minute during my lunch break while at work and after commandeering the graphic designer supplies that hadn't been touched in a year. )

I swear I got actual work done last week while at work. I SWEAR IT.
So I tweeted about my lotto/Dr. Who/Dumbledore dream, and someone who follows me (whom I certainly don't know IRL and who I thinks follows me because of me being the sidekick of the Nostalgia Chick), posted THIS in response.

OMG. I CAN'T EVEN. I JUST GOT PHOTOSHOPPED YOU GUYS. AS DOCTOR WHO!NELLA.

WORDS. THEY FAIL ME.

I'M GOING TO BE FEELING WAAAAAAAAAAAY TOO GEEKILY COOL FOR THE REST OF THE DAY. THERE WILL BE NO LIVING WITH ME.

NOW WHERE'S MY SONIC SCREWDRIVER?
ink_n_imp: (Smug bastard)
Saw Sherlock Holmes Christmas Eve at midnight—you know you're far too invested in a series when you skip Midnight Mass for it.

I do consider myself a Sherlockian. Four years ago the amount of detail I could quote to you about each of the tales, of the "world" of Victorian England, and of the characters' respective backgrounds would probably make you smile, nod, and back away slowly. I could argue how many wives Watson had (I throw down for 3), where his bullet wound was (I say he was kneeling down, and the bullet passed throw his shoulder, hitting him in the leg. THERE. PROBLEM OF CONTINUITY SOLVED.) I am a bit rusty now, but I can still hold my own in "The Game".

However, I've ALWAYS been one for the crackier aspects of Sherlock Holmes canon; like, Rex Stout's 1941 speech upon how Watson, was in fact, a woman, or how Sherlock Holmes was in actuality, a Vulcan ancestor of Mr. Spock, or just the simple notion that Watson DOESN'T HAVE TO BE CONSIDERED A RELIABLE NARRATOR.

SHOCKING, I know.

If you are a tried-and-true purist for the Canon, go back to your sitting room, curl up with your pipe and tantalus and pretend like this movie doesn't exist, because you will HATE IT. You will hate it with the fiery passion of a thousand fistfights at Reichenbach Falls.

If, however, you are like me—who love a good, energetic retelling by people who OBVIOUSLY know their canon well and yet want to gleefully play with it, muss up it's perfectly parted and slicked down hair and blow some shit up in the process--

Well, then, what's stopping you?

I think my years of being corrupted by fandom, there's a lot I've learned to forgive by way of characterization, as long as you make me fall in love with the characters and the setting. People claim RDJ's Holmes is NOT Holmes. But the more I think upon it, the more I think "Wait, wait; he is—in a fashion".

Thoughts on RDJ's Holmes… )

The movie isn't perfect by any means—far too long, for one; it could have been compressed a bit. But the creation of Victorian London was to die for. I enjoyed the Macguffin, even though the villain was…well, I giggled more than I should have, probably. I think it was because he LOOKED more like a Sherlock Holmes than RDJ ever could.

I approve of the inclusions of Mary and Irene, though I feel that Mary, for all the smallness of her role, complimented the other roles better. Irene had a tinge of a feeling that she didn't quite belong, and perhaps rightly so. I did enjoy her criminal competency, however.

Words can not contain my love for Jude Law in his role as Watson. Spot On, Sir.

You know, people have the gall to claim that the problem with Watson in this movie was that he was too much of an equal to Holmes? Again, I think we've gotten snooty in how we view the characters. Watson was an intelligent, handsome doctor, who only looked dull-minded because he was standing next to Holmes. But in the stories, Holmes does acknowledge at times that Watson is using his intellect and Holmes' methods to good use. Watson may not be able to go theory-for-theory with Holmes--for who can truly keep up with that mind?--but he can hold his own, offer his own insights and experiences, and be side-by-side with Holmes as the solution is reached. Watson is not an equal to Holmes, but a perfect compliment. WHICH HE IS IN THIS MOVIE.

In Conclusion: Please sir, I'd like some more.
Nothing quite like the Holidays to make me feel crafty. Did the usual Christmas tree egg painting and what not (AND UGH, yea, still need to post those), but I also decorated a shadow box for all the gals at work. Wonder Woman themed, of course.

--hey, I may be Queen Geek at the office, but as they all have Wonder Woman tiaras on their desks, I’m not THAT much more of one.


IN CASE OF BULLSHIT, BREAK GLASS )

...how is it I DON'T have a Wondie icon? FOR SHAME, NELLA.
ink_n_imp: (Smug bastard)
1) IS ACTUALLY QUITE ENJOYABLE--if you can pretend that is this a story about a chap that just HAPPENS to have the same name as Sherlock Holmes, possesses some of his characteristics, but is other wise AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT PERSON REALLY.

You know, sort of like in that Constantine movie.

2) I THOUGHT HOLMES AND WATSON COULDN'T BE ANY GAYER FOR EACH OTHER. I stand corrected.

3) SOMEONE READ REX STOUT'S "WATSON WAS A WOMAN" SPEECH AND THOUGHT IT WAS A JOLLY GOOD THEORY.

4) JUDE LAW!WATSON. YOU. MY PANTS. NOW.

5) On that note--so good to see that Watson's limp from his bullet wound from Afghanistan DOESN'T STOP HIM FROM KICKING ASS AND TAKING NAMES.

6) WATSON. KICKS ASS. LITERALLY. I should not have enjoyed that as much as I did BUT OH I DID.

7A) Dear Mary, Watson's fiancee--not very developed at all, however, was able to see the hint of your awesomeness regardless. STILL AMUSED YOU COME TO TERMS WITH THE FACT YOU SHARE YOUR HUSBAND WITH HIS HOMOSEXUAL HETEROSEXUAL HOMOSEXUAL HIS LIFE MATE.

7B) Irene. I enjoyed your criminal competence.

8) LOL THE VILLAIN LOOKS MORE LIKE HOLMES THAN HOLMES DOES.

9) I SEE HOW YOU SET UP FOR A SEQUEL THAR, MOVIE.

10) H/W BANTER. EXCUSE ME. I NEED TO GO AND DIE A BIT FROM THE AWESOME SAUCE SILLY TIMES.

11) A FUCKING COMPETENT WATSON. THIS. \O/!!!

12) SHINY, SHINY (...or make that dirty) 1880'S LONDON. WELL DONE.

13) *DIES* OH GOD HOLMES STOP JUMPING INTO THE THAMES YOUR SKIN IS GOING TO FALL OFF FROM ALL THE DISEASES UGH.

14) LOL MAGIC! PSYCH!

15) TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN; IT'S NOT HOLMES, BUT I WANT SOME MORE. LOVE, NELLA.

16) ...So, that preview of the Clash of the Titans remake. WHO WANTS TO WATCH THE ORIGINAL WITH ME? I need some old school god-dickery and stop motion animation, STAT.

17) The soundtrack was to die for. DO WANT.


Now I need to go to bed. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
I have a million things to update about, like, the Decemberween party of piratey shenanigans, the half-assed but rather fun meet up last weekend, a very holiday-inducing rifftrax, Lindsay being in town, pink Christmas trees, real egg nog (DAMN that was a lot of egg...) and highly appropriate Christmas gifts--

Which I'll try to update about tonight. And with pictures too! But for the meanwhile...

We're retiring the 1st generation computers at my workplaces, because they are old and we're tired of trying to drag them back from death's door constantly. But The Captain--master of being serious in his minor detail orientation--told me to label the retiring computer, so we don't mix it up with the new shiny ones.

...Not like the computer is already labeled with an ID number so there's no danger of that happening, but VERY WELL, I can play at this game of anal redundancy.

The Captain wants labeled, I'll GIVE him labeled! )

Let no man claim I am not THOROUGH in my half-amused mockery.


UGH I need Christmas to happen before I do something REALLY foolish here.
[livejournal.com profile] hearts_blood is writing a song for me to sing at her Decemberween shingdig, and it requires MORE INNENDO! And of the "That's what she said!" variety!

The song is entitled, "You've Got Me Over a Barrel", and I shall be wearing my top hat. And I'll have to remember to get my hands on a cane. Thank goodness I have that new vest, and my old pocket watch still.

But! We need sexual double entendres. So far, all I have to offer is a transcription of when Lindsay was in town last March:

Is that really what she said? You bet you ass! )

SO! If any of you on my fine, fine dirty minded f-list (AND YES I AM LOOKING AT MY TREKKIE AND MERLIN GIRLS) can think of other double entendres that I am socially obligated to sing at a Decemberween party, do comment!

(...I promise video of my high jinks? Is that incentive enough?)
As it is my want, instead of catching up on my TRAGICALLY BEHIND NaNo word count(BLEH I'LL DO IT TOMORROW /WHINING), I instead FINALLY uploaded the "pilot" episode of an internet review series I came up with, thanks to all the time I've been spending over at That Guy With the Glasses, and the work I've done with Lindsay for her own reviews over there.

The opening blurb explaining the premise?

Agent Anachronism from E.V.E.N. reporting for duty!

For reasons too dark and time-consuming to mention here, it is my job to debrief you on the entertainment and cultural phenomena of the Retro Age (i.e. 1950-1975).

My first mission: A review of the hit 1960's spy show, "The Man from U.N.C.L.E."!


Part One:


Part Two:



So, give them a watch! Feedback--as ever--is appreciated, and is considered to be a vital tool in the fight against the O.D.D.!! ;)

Oh, and OF COURSE, feel FREE to pimp this to everyone and anyone. *WHISTLES INNOCENTLY*


...now, if only NaNo wasn't so difficult to defeat...

BRILLIANT!

Oct. 2nd, 2009 09:59 am
Nella has a new favorite webcomic: The Thrilling Adventures of Lovelace and Babbage


And if you don't recognize either of those names, GOOD GOD, MAN, GET THEE TO WIKIPEDIA!
So, I was at [livejournal.com profile] mirroriste's place today after work; watching Trek, knitting, and generally hanging out. We were chatting about this and that, and in ANOTHER case of my world being AN INSANELY SMALL ONE, I came to the startling realization that I had run into her once LONG before [livejournal.com profile] ontd_startrek.

The Time was Summer 2008. The place was NY Comic Con. I was still living with my parents on Long Island, and that morning I had made plans for a lazy summer's day, one of pool and gardening. That was when I got the call from Lindsay; "If you can get to the Javits Center by 3 pm and be my camera bitch, I can get you into Comic Con for free. You could catch the Hellboy 2 panel!" said she.

With a quick shower and a mad dash to the train station, I made it to Comic Con in time! And after enjoying various panels and things, I paid my pound of flesh by being Lindsay's camera whore as she video-interviewed various people about their cosplay costumes for a website she was interning for.

[livejournal.com profile] mirroriste WAS ONE OF THE PEOPLE WE INTERVIEWED.

For the LIFE of me, I had been trying to figure out WHY her voice and face were so familiar! But as we discussed our respective fandom histories, she brought up that she had been in the Kingdom Hearts fandom, and a little light bulb went off in my head.

"Do you cosplay?" I asked. Yes. "Did you go to Comic Con?" Yep! "...Were you King Mickey Organization XIII style?" ...Yea?

THE INTERVIEW'S EMBEDDED BELOW! GO AND WATCH!! Clips of her are interspersed within the vid!!



OMG THE HELL? FANDOM DESTINY, STOP FUCKING WITH ME.
They just think EVERYTHING out to INSANELY logical conclusions.

Like how Sherlock Holmes MUST have been a Vulcan.

It's not crazy, it's LOGIC.

I think I love this ALMOST as much as the "Watson was a Woman" speech Rex Stout (author of the Nero Wolfe mysteries) gave at a Holmesian dinner back in the 1910s.


THANK YOU FANDOM. YOU MADE MY DAY A HAPPIER ONE.
ink_n_imp: (It's from GOD - ABoFL)
'Cause I found mine last weekend.

Or, more truthfully, I made mine.

I'd never thrown ceramics on a wheel before, and last weekend while I was up a New Paltz, joined in the Holy Fellowship of Defeating Resident Evil 5, of Romping Madly through the woods with a camera and an overwhelming willingness to look silly in front of it, and of Quaffing Lots of the Mead and Cider and Beer, [livejournal.com profile] neo_ninja's roomie Jessie took us to the SUNY's art studio and taught us the ways of the clay and wheel.

And for my first time, I MADE A GRAIL.

Why Yes, I have found my Grail. It's right under this cut! )

IF it survives the kiln (I've been having nightmares of air bubbles. *shudder*), it shall emerge with a green glaze, and I shall bear it forth, and shall decorate it with gild and pearls and I shall dub it The Chalice of the Green Knight.

Because really, if you're GOING to be a dork, you may as well go all out.
I mean to say, GOOD LORD!!!


The 1938 radio play broadcast of Chesterton's The Man Who Was Thursday is available ONLINE. FOR FREE.

GO!! GO MY PRETTIES!!

I LOVE this book. I mean, I love all that Chesterton's work, and while The Ball and the Cross is my favoritest favorite story of his (a devout but naive Scotch Catholic meets a passionate but naive Scotch atheist and they decide that the only way to prove the other wrong is to fight a duel to the death. Allegory ensues.), there is a very special place in my heart for Thursday, the little place in my heart that endeavors to one day do the Justice necessary to the original work to adapt it properly for the stage or the screen.

But Good Lord!! RADIO BROADCAST!!!
When my grandparents and parents immigrated from Sicily to this fine country in the 1960's, most of them had to find work in the garment business, as there weren't many jobs for high school educated Sicilians elsewhere (most were skilled in trades, just lacking in the book learning). They worked in the sweatshops in Brooklyn for years, even my mom did for a few summers when she was in high school.

HOWEVER, my dad's dad was a little higher up on the garment making food chain because in Sicily he had been a tailor like his father before him and his father before him. And when he went to get a job (so I'm told) he was hired as a pattern maker. Designers would draw up their designs, and since they were generally ignorant in how to translate those drawings into clothes that were cheap and easy to produce, the drawings would be send to my grandda and he'd figure out the actual pattern for it.

I mention this long winded background of personal family history because right now, I think I'm making the poor man turn in his grave. Without any experience in these matters except for nearly breaking my mom's sewing machine several times and teaching myself how to work around a needle and thread for emergencies, I'm making a Wizard of Oz Dorothy costume for the camp Wizard of Oz skit on Friday. I dragged my grandfather's clothing manikin from the guest room, and right now I have…

This! )

I need to shorten the torso, but right now it's just all pinned there, waiting for me to take it downstairs and nearly break mom's sewing machine again sewing it together.

All this I'm doing, as if I didn't have ENOUGH on my plate to get done for camp tomorrow.

May God Have Mercy On My Soul.

EDIT: Finished in two and a half hours?

I AM WOMAN SEE ME SEW!!

Finished dress!! )
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!


MY MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E. ARRIVED TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


MWHAHAHA, in a fit of delicious hedonism, my birthday present to myself this year is the COMPLETE MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E. series*! It comes in a really dorky "attache" case, and HOLY COW I CAN'T WAIT to start watching them!


Oh yea. Open mandate invitation to join me in MUNCLE Marathons. You know that deep down inside you love the 1960's spy show. YOU KNOW IT.






*the streaming AOL video of the series wasn't enough. What can I say, once I become obsessed, I OBSESS.
In other news...I've rediscovered my love for the TV show "The Man from U.N.C.L.E.". I had started watching it about a year, two years ago, when I was in my big Diana Rigg “The Avengers” kick, but recently I started watching it again over at AOL video (I love me free streaming video!)

Much like it’s a damned good thing I never knew about the Scarlet Pimpernel musical in high school because my musical theater singing Tourette’s was obnoxious enough, it’s a DAMNED good thing I didn’t know about “Man from U.N.C.L.E.” when I was at my prime Nick and Nite watching age (about 5-7). I had enough bad influences as a child, and I would have ENTIRELY play-acted as Napoleon Solo in my backyard.

Something you MAY not know about me was when I was a wee little Nella, but thanks to Nickelodeon and Nick at Nick I was a HUGE Spy/Superhero junkie. Scooby Doo, Inspector Gadget, Underdog, Get Smart, Batman (the one with Adam West), etc etc etc…

If it had a superhero or a spy in it, I would watch it. And worst, I would PLAY it too.

I'm a little hesitant to ask my parents if they ever listened in to me playing in the backyard, cause I know I was yelling all sorts of INSANE things as I pretended to be Maxwell Smart kneeling on dying people's livers and other organs (MY GOD I LOVED THAT GAG), or Underdog trying to keep his ZOMG SECRET IDENTITY away from Polly whatsherface, or shouting “Holy (insert something clever here) Batman!” as Robin (…what? I really, really wanted to be Bruce Wyane’s young charge. I had a Robin PJ set with a cape and everything. I was Robin for Halloween in Kindergarten! I WANTED TO BE ROBIN!!)—

Honestly, I do enough embarrassing things as an older Nella, I don’t need the reminder of the embarrassing things I did as a wee little one. ^_^

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