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So I saw that movie Avatar yesterday with the fim fam.
Now my first impressions of this movie didn't particularly inspire me to want to see it overly much. First of all the name, "Avatar," smacks so strongly of wretched internet chatrooms that it immediately brings a great deal of negative connotation in my opinion. And then, I'd never seen any trailers on TV, being as I don't watch TV. I had seen clips somewhere or other (on the internet I suppose) and they gave me absolutely no sense of a plot, just fantastic creatures seeming to be doing constant battle, so in my opinion it just looked like World of Warcraft, the movie (and I'm not a WoW fan so..).
Father-unit however seemed convinced this movie was worth seeing and eventually sold the entire family on going to see it in the giant IMAX 3-D theatre. When we're all back for the holidays we all usually go see a movie together as a once a year kind of thing. Which accounts for half the movies I see in the theatre probably.
Now, having seen it I must say: whenever a particularly good movie comes out critics like to hail it as "the next generation's Star Wars" they said it about that movie Independance Day (hah!) and about the Matrix (too bad the sequels sucked so hard everyone forgot how good the original was). Well, I think this movie might be it, the sought after "Star Wars of the next generation" It has the necessary engrossing new world, ultra-simplified dichotomy between good and evil, and, most importantly, characters and elements which lend themselves to fandom.
That is to say, it's a really good movie. Really beautiful anyway. I was pleasantly surprised to find it even had a plot! Not exactly full of great subtle allusions and symbolisms (hey they're mining for a rare mineral called Unobtainium) but definitely worth seeing, especially in 3-D.
My least favourite aspect, however, was how the alien natives (well, the humans are technically the aliens here) looked exactly like ... furries from the internet!!! Except that they weren't furry. But the cat ears, large eyes, general body shape, broad flat nose to give a more cat-like face, TAIL, telepathically communicating with horse-like creatures and dragon-like creatures. It was like someone took all the most base fantasies of the depths of the intertron and decided to splat them into an otherwise beautiful movie. But the fans of such things are legion, which is sure to spur the movie's popularity and enduring cult status (and was probably intentionally targeted for this purpose).
 Without any signs of industry how do they make all those beads and things? But yeah definitely worth a see in 3-D. Tags: movie reviews
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It is a while since I actually came into the office in the gap between Christmas and New Year and I tend to forget just how quiet it can be. If every working day was like this, we would probably get more done, though at the same time the clock seems to be edging forward quite slowly. This is odd, because normally, if you are occupied at work, time passes quickly. For all that it’s not bad.
I had expected our aging IT to cope better with the lower load and perform closer to modern expectations. This has proven to be unrealistic. Despite the fact that probably 70% of staff have taken the full week off, the server seems to have joined them and is having periodic moments when it simply refuses to do anything. Maybe it’s just part of the festive spirit.
This morning’s journey into work was pleasantly uncrowded – reasonably busy but not overly so. A young couple got on the train and I found myself pondering. The young woman was sporting what appeared to my untutored eye, to be tribal marks on her cheeks: a pair of red/pink parallel stripes of what I took to be North American Native derivation1 on each cheek. I couldn’t tell without staring whether they were painted on or tattooed. Given that she was aged between about 19 and 25, it rather suited her; it was certainly striking. I am not one to ponder another’s fashion choices2, given that I make so few of my own and those to poor effect, but I found myself hoping that it was make up. She could really only carry it off because she was very fresh faced. I imagine it would look entirely different in late middle age, should she evolve into a blue-rinsed dowager in twin set and pearls.
In other news, there appears to be a London-wide shortage of mascarpone. Furtle looked for some in three supermarkets yesterday and came away empty handed. I looked in the M&S Food Hall at lunchtime and they are similarly mascarpone free. I shall try the Sainsbury’s down Victoria Street on my way home after which I have run out of convenient options. Has there been a concerted and all-out assault on the nation’s cardiovascular system this holiday?
1As in say, A Man Called Horse
2The technical term for this statement is blatant, bare-faced lie
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Seriously though.
These new TSA regulations, WTF?
I mean, they've always been a joke.
The confiscation of "sharp objects" down to and including nail clippers? Useless considering there's restaurants on the far side of the security checkpoint, which presumably have knives. You really think Al-queda can't infiltrate McDonalds and pass a knife off to their man on the plane? Or smuggle explosives in amongst the patties of grade F meat?
And that obnoxious rule about individually packaging your liquids and gels? What the hell does that accomplish? Would that have stopped the shoe bomber and his explosive shoes? Did it stop this fellow from smuggling his explosives in on his body? This rule accomplishes nothing other than getting my toothpaste confiscated when I forget about it. That and I saw a fellow lose a $40 bottle of wine he had bought in the previous airport, not realizing he'd have to go through another security checkpoint.
And now they're banning moving about the cabin in the last hour of flight, as if for a second a terrorist is going to be thwarted by that? Aside from the obvious (so a the terrorist will just strike at any OTHER time), if he really wanted to do his terroristing in the last 20 minutes is the rule going to stop him from jumping up and doing it anyway? It really accomplishes absolutely nothing other than being obnoxious.
And then of course the rules about not having blankets or any other objects on your lap, I'm guessing they'll reverse that pretty fast because that's preposterous. Apparently they even banned the provided in-flight entertainment on some international flights --- WHA? People are going to START committing acts of terrorism OUT OF SHEER BOREDOM! And HOW does watching a movie in the seat in front of you potentially lead to a terrorist threat?!?!?!?!
The Transportation Security Administration did little to explain the rules. And that inconsistency might well have been deliberate: What's confusing to passengers is also confusing to potential terrorists.
"It keeps them guessing," transportation expert Joseph Schwieterman said."
I think that's clearly bullshittery for "we have no idea what we're doing and we're making it up as we go along!"
Seriously though, how obnoxious are they going to make flying? I think they should have the option of flying on special lower security flights, for those of us who'd rather take our chances with the terr'ists than the psychotic rule of TSA.
Picture of the Day
 This seems like the appropriate juncture for a picture of a bald eagle in flight no? Taken while under sail on the Colombia River last month.See Also: Getting Shafted by Airport Security (2004) Racist TSA Agents (2003) Tags: air travel In iTunes: Deer Tick - These Old Shoes
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