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.
Ugh, I think my body didn’t realize my dream last night WASN’T REAL.

Star Trek dream, of course, as the Trek bug has bitten like a rabid beast. Dreamt me and some dream friend got beamed down to some hostile planet, where we proceeded to get our asses handed to us by the locals. And then we beamed back to the ship and got our asses handed to us up there too, because somehow the locals took over the ship while we were gone. There was much running for our lives. I woke up with my face aching and my teeth sore, so maybe I got punched in the face in the dream? Or maybe I was just grinding my teeth all night. Who knows. But I think I’d rather it be that I got punched in the dream!face.

Wish to God I could remember what shirt I was wearing in the dream though. Yellow, blue, or red; THESE ARE THE DREAM DETAILS THAT MATTER, SELF.
ink_n_imp: (Indie Snakes On a Plane)
The fate of the MTA fare hike and of commuting NYers' everywhere rests in the hands of a couple of Long Island legislators?

...Holy crap. We are SO FUCKED.

I'd go into my MTA rant here, explaining to all your non-NYCers what's going down and why this is like the End Times for all us poor commuting folks what depend on public trans for our ENTIRE LIVES but...shit son. I just don't have the energy for it.
......

Wife Carrying Competition? Winner gets his wife's weight in beer????


.........Um....to anyone reading of the female persuasion....I know I disparage of the institute of marriage a lot, and have firmly declared myself one of nature's bachelors, but--

MARRY ME??? JUST THINK OF ALL THAT BEER!!
Iowan judge decides if he has to marry gay couples, then by George, he won't marry ANYONE!

I am honestly...MEH about this. Allow me to explain. I am both angry in the eyeroll sense over the sheer pettiness of it. It's a fucking CIVIL marriage, recognized by the state, not the church. You know, the thing that only cares about services and taxation? And not, you know, if it’s holy before the sight of God?

GET. THE FUCK. OVER IT.

On the other hand...it sort of makes me rebelliously gleeful, in my usual devil’s advocate-y sort of way. "HUZZAH!" says the wicked bit of my soul that is positively allergic to idea of martial commitment*, "What a GREAT IDEA! Let’s make it so NO BODY allowed to get married anymore! Let’s all get equal in the OTHER direction! Who's with me!?”

I donno. This feels like such a wearying case of Your-Doing-It-Wrong-itis. The dude should have just cut his losses and retired. Give unto Caeser, man. Feel free shake your head and sigh regretfully at me and the rest of us damned fools doomed to burn forever in the fires of Hell (….or, roast for near-eternity in Purgatory…just saying. If Oscar Wilde can have a death bed confession/conversion, then hey, there’s still hope) but even Lot turned his back on Sodom and Gomorrah.

(…and then was raped by his two daughters while totally passed out in a drunken stupor.)

(…..Dude, the guy was wasted, how’d he get it UP??)



*I’m really just one of nature’s bachelors. This is becoming more and more startling apparent the older I’m getting.



YE OLDE EDIT:

FORSOOTHE! It appears that this day be Talk Like Shakespeare Day. You Know What That Means!!:

Judge! Thou art a little better thing than earth,
who does not his duty, but only judges
the lesser mortals who to you have come
not for God's Justice, but for what is just.
Sirrah! Of you I shake the dust from my soles,
and save the wedding wine of Cana for another day--
methinks it tastes best shared with lovers and friends,
than with scurrilous scolds and uncharitable nags.


...The Bard, I am Not.
ink_n_imp: (It's from GOD - ABoFL)
My roommate, [livejournal.com profile] muneybags6, was raised as Catholic as me, which means long, brutal years of shame, guilt, and plaid. I mean, I've know this chick since we were wee little first graders in a class of 36 other impressionable souls wearing pleated jumpers and shit.

So imagine my GOBSMACKED face when [livejournal.com profile] andic213 begins yelling from the other room: "ANTONELLA!! CATHOLIC FAIL!!! CATHOLIC FAIL!!"



Me: *intrigued, rises from bed* What?

[livejournal.com profile] andic213: Your roommate thought this Friday was called Black Friday! CATHOLIC FAIL!

[livejournal.com profile] muneybags6: I thought it was Black Friday!...but that's that shopping day after Thanksgiving.

Me: ...SERIOUSLY?

[livejournal.com profile] andic213: It's Good Friday! Catholic FAIL!!!!

Me: ....SERIOUSLY?! THE JEW KNEW IT WAS CALLED GOOD FRIDAY AND YOU DIDN'T? CATHOLIC FAIL!!!!


Seriously, muneybags. You didn't make the baby Jesus cry, but he's certainly sighing and shaking his head sadly. FOR SHAME.


EDIT OF SHAME: I wrote "GODSMACKED" instead of "GOBSMACKED".

...Though, honestly, Godsmacked is, dare I say, more fitting.
Guess how I spent my evening.

No. Go on. GUESS.

No clue? Not even a little friendly wager between wholesome sorts?

Very well. I spent my evening searching for my car key. And when I mean searching for my car key, I mean my mother, father and I spent a good hour combing the yard and the cars' interiors for my car key, because my father had gotten the notion in his noggin' to rearrange the cars in the driveway...and proceeded to throughly lose my key in the process.

It's a damned good thing it was found too, cause even though I have a spare key, I only have ONE leather keychain from Dollywood with a bear and my name on it. Had that been lost, there may have been a RECKONIN'.

Luckily, I cooled down by beating "6 Days a Sacrifice", and have fallen that much more in love with the Chzo Mythos games. GO DOWNLOAD THEM AND PLAY THEM DAMNIT!!
Dear Target Guest;

Thank you today for the glorious laugh I had at your expense today. Imagine my joy to discover--hidden cleverly behind the Waverly brand towels--the opened and very empty DVD case for Happy Feet. A plethora of possibilities danced before my eyes in that moment, where I tried to discern what POSSIBLE reason you would have for STEALING Happy Feet. Was it some sort of hazing ritual, where you had to steal a movie? Were you just too embarrassed to buy it yourself? Is your love for movies about Happy Penguins the Love that Dare Not Speak Its Name, and therefore your hand was forced? Are you watching it at home now, the guilt and the pleasure only heightening your senses as you watch the penguins dance?

The mind; she BOGGLES.

Cordially yours,

Nella the Red Shirt
I'm floored. I can't believe I missed this...trainwreck back when I was all up in the LOTR fandom. [livejournal.com profile] lunar_wolf will find this interesting as it is very much in the vein of the chronicles of Ms. Scribe regarding the Harry Potter fandom, but one that conned not only internet communities and fans, but the fucking actors from LOTR, mainly Sean Austin.

Finding this has gotten me racking my brains, thinking back to spring 2002. I was in 11th grade, and Fellowship of the Ring had just been released that December. As is my way, I was hooked, and through the brilliant ploy of my fellow school journalist [livejournal.com profile] niftykracker, we managed to con for ourselves free press passes to ICON, in order that we might actually get to meet Billy Boyd. But, drunk on fandom, I went further than that.

Through Billyboyd.net, I meet a group of fellow fans that would likewise be attending ICON, including one particular girl that for the life of me I can't remember her name (but I can swear that "Amy" rings far to close a bell in regards to my dealings with the LOTR fandom, and if Nifty will step forward and either shot this down or support it, I would be most grateful).

As is my way, I meet new folk and then I disappear from their lives never to speak to them again. But [livejournal.com profile] niftykracker kept in contact with this particular girl. This was much to the chagrin of his friends, as it came to light that the girl and another of her friends were completely off their rockers: she believed in astral projection, but on top of that, once while she was driving with Nifty she was "possessed" by Billy Boyd, who was engaged in an astral war against psychic giants. As a result, her and her friend took it upon themselves to help Billy Boyd in this epic astral battle!

Some of the parallels between what I remember of the crazy shit these two came up with, compared with what is detailed at the livejournal of [livejournal.com profile] turimel hits a little close to home, and makes one sit back and shiver a bit.

The book is called When a Fan Hits the Shit: the livejournal of the author can be found here, and the book site is here.

Creepy ass shit yo.
It was round about 1:30 am. I was sitting in the kitchen, futzing on the computer, channel surfing, making tea, minding my own business, when I happen upon the Disney Channel, and there's animation that looks suspiciously like Emperor's New Groove. "Sweet!" I think, "It's Emperor's New Groove, I'll get me some Kronk and Kuzco And Yzma and Pancha lovin' before I hit the sack!"

Oh god, was I wrong.

When did the Disney Channel make an Emperor's New Groove tv series? I could SWEAR Lindsay brought this up last year, but I honestly don't think I believed her. But it exists. And I watched all of 10 "WTF?!!" minutes of it.

So, the ending bit I DID manage to catch?


Kuzco, for some reason, seems to be in High School. In EMPEROR'S ACADEMY. There's a big old race the next day. Kuzco is all like "IMMA GOING TO WIN!" and for SOME REASON THAT I THINK ISN'T EXPLAINED, EVEN THOUGH IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN AND I SIMPLY MISSED IT COMING INTO THE EPISODE UBER-LATE, Yzma doesn't want him to win. To the point that she employs her henchman Kronk to slip him the o'TURTLE juice, so he'll turn into--GUESS WHAT!!--a turtle. SO then he'll be as SLOW as a Turtle. Of course! It's genius!!

But, OH MIGHTY PLOT CONVIENENCE, Kronk has mistaking the vials, and Kuzco is turned into a RABBIT. And he unwittingly does his "I'm Hott emperor shit!" in front of all his classmates/minions, who laugh at his bunny self. Well, after moaning about how his now has a "RABBIT FACE! UGLY RABBIT FACE!!" and about how he has no chance in the race, Plot!Convienence! Girl 1 comes along to...I don't even remember what she was there to tell Kuzco. "Um...sorry you're a rabbit. Cute ears."? But anyway, P!C!girl 1 gets across her P!C!point that "OMG I wanted to tell you back there, but you were so fast it took me forever to catch up!"

And now, Kuzco's all like "OMG I CAN RUN FAST!?!? OF COURSE! I'M A RABBIT! LET'S IGNORE THAT YOU COMFORTED ME IN MY TIME OF DISTRESSED AFTER GETTING TEASED BY MY CLASSMATES/MINIONS! I'M IN THE RACE!"

And then, Pancha gets mentioned, and I'm like "DUDE!! WHAT THE FUCK IS THE TIMELINE OF THIS CRACK!!?! HOW DID HE KNOW PANCHA WHILE IN High School?!?! DID THE MOVIE HAPPEN BEFORE HE GRADUATED EMPEROR'S HIGH SCHOOL!?!?

(AN: I really, really, really apologize for all the caps. Seriously. I know caps lock is not cool, but the pain is great. Oh so great is it.)

So, he enters the race, and it's him, several highschool classmates/minions, and Kronk. And the race is OFF! And Kuzco is kicking ass!!

...but YZMA, for SOME REASON, can't let Kuzco win. So she tries everything from boulders, to pits with alligators, to cutting the lines of the suspension bridge, and she manages to take EVERYONE out except Kuzco.

I felt bad for the classmates/minions, yo.


Well, Kuzco wins, and Pancha is at the finish line to hug his bunny self and offer congrads (W.T.F. Pancha, you should be Sir Not-Appearing-In-This-Film, not homoerotically embracing a Rabbit!Kuzco! AND GOD, the Pancha animation! He went from "Aw, cuddly fat man" to Fugly REALLY easy. TOOOOO easy. Curse you cheap Disney TV animation done in Australian and Korea!!)

And Yzma, who for some reason has been dressed like a psycho!highschool teacher with glasses and bun and everything, gets her just desserts when Kuzco slips a secret special something for her in Kronk's famous spinach puffs.

W.T.F.

This has been a W.T.F. brought to you from Long Island!! Long Island: Where the white trash is well-to-do!
...The in-post production Kronk’s New Groove continues the adventures of the breakout character from 2000’s unashamedly cartoony Emperor’s New Groove. (At the time, one critic called Patrick Warbuton’s voice work as the kind-hearted but dim-witted henchman “the funniest comedy performance of the year.”) The DTV is being directed by DisneyToon team Saul Andrew Blinkoff and Elliot M. Bour. According to Bour, “The original didn’t do incredibly well in theaters but it turns out to be one of those fan favorites that everyone you talk to seems to love. We decided to explore his character even more by giving him a love interest [voiced by Tracy Ullman] and a relationship with his estranged father [Frasier’s John Mahoney].”

Blinkoff adds, “We wanted to make it a heartfelt movie that you could walk away with laughing, but having a good theme — stay true to your groove — which is actually a song in the movie."...

...Other ideas in development at DisneyToon Studios include a non-TV pilot Cinderella III (built around the stepmother using the fairy godmother’s magic wand to turn back time)...

...a Peter Pan inbetween-quel exploring Tinkerbell’s adventures in ‘Pixie Hollow’ with an assortment of fairy girlfriends...


From Animation World Magazine

Ok, ok. First things first: Kronk is my love bunny. Any character that calls his shoulder angel "Shoulder Angel" is just cuddles worthy in my book. But love interest? Estranged father? What, was he's father upset that his son was a girly junior chipmunk or something? That he was too busy conversing with woodland creatures and not spending enough time on the farm? Was he angry that Kronk went off to the big palacey type thing to find his fortunes working for Yzma? And let me guess, no girl can resist his spinach puffs. But this IS Kronk we're talking about--even the tried and hankneyed might become WONDEROUS in relation to Kronk.

But!!!!

WHY. THE. FUCK. Is Lady Tremaine of Cinderella fame now SOOOOO EVIL that she would steal the fairy godmother's wand and use it to...yes, you read it...TURN BACK TIME. Is it SO difficult to hire a new servant since Cinderella left, that she has to GO BACK IN FREAKING TIME to...I donno even KNOW what--stop Cindy from going to the ball? Get one of her girls to be the "Cinderella" of the family instead? Get the Prince herself? Make sure Cinderella did all the laundry and dusting BEFORE she went to the ball and became the Prince's main squeeze, so Lady Tremaine wouldn't have to do it later?

WTF?!?

And the last thing we need in this world is more Tinkerbelle. In my mind, it's a DAMN good thing that Peter in Barrie's book completely forgot about her once she "disappears" (though, I'm quite sure he capped the whiney bitch and feigned memory loss) cause we need to take a page out of Peter's book. Let's all forget that Tinkerbelle EVER HAPPENED. I don't care if she is the 1960's version of a raging sexpot. I don't care if Hot Topic is selling all sorts of Tinkerbelle shit. Hot Topic isn't cool to begin with. No, my friends, Tinkerbelle needs to die, her and every single one of her "fairy girlfriends". Girls! STOP BUYING TINKERBELLE SHIT!!! I'M FUCKING SICK TO DEATH OF TINKERBELLE!!!*

If I could, I would stick Tinkerbelle on a fork, eat her, and then floss my teeth with her glossy wings.

*Simmering ANGER*

*Foam at mouth beginning to recede*




*If this was [livejournal.com profile] singealiene posting, there would have been a description of a Hades flame explosion right THERE.



EDIT: Oh, and be sure to scroll all the way down to the bottom of the fourth page to the "A Look at a Few DTV Sequels" text box. The poor bastard who wrote this article tried to justify a few of the sequels, like Hunchback II, Lady and the Tramp II, and the last storyline of Cinderella II. *GLARE*

LION KING 1 1/2 WAS NOT FUNNY!! IT WAS ALL RECYCLED ANIMATION AND FURTHER PROOF THAT TIMON AND PUMBAA ARE TOTALLY GAY FOR EACHOTHER!!

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