Cleaning up and ranting
Mar. 11th, 2003 01:55 amSorting out the computer a bit - not to the extent Megs has, but I've got rid of several programs and files - found I had duplicates of 80% of my wallpaper .psd files, and combine that with all the music videos I deleted - a good five, six gig's been cleaned up. Defragmenting now.
Stuck some more Spiderman comics up on ebay that I found in a comics bag. Smallville, aka the adoption skirmish one where baby!Clark does the adorable thing of imprinting ickle!Lex (got the hurt/comfort down at a very young age, did our Clark) - it's like 'Right, parents, check, future soulmate, check, I'm doing good and I've only been here an hour.' was pretty good, except of course the Lana bit. Poor 'woe is me and I can't act' Lana. 'Everyone sees me as a fairy princess' Lana. Er, no, Lana, the only person who still sees you as that is you, because you keep fucking reminding people! And also possibly the most idiotic jumper to conclusions I've seen. You see a pic of your mum laughing at the camera with a bloke. You automatically think they're having an affair, because of course Mommie dearest couldn't have just been having a laugh with a friend - who the hell do you think took the photo, missy? And then it comes out the photo was taken while her parents were on a break. So of course he *must* be her father. Lana, sweetie, did it ever occur to you that your parents might have been having sex on occasion while the break was on? Or that you were conceived when they got back together? Actually, here's a shocking one - your parents had brown hair and were of European descent. You, sweetie, have black hair and are clearly of Asian descent. What the hell makes you think a blond bloke's going to be your dad? Try looking at your mother's other boyfriend, the really nice half-Vietnamese guy. Did you even get Lex to check blood tests? Or check your mother's diary to further compare dates? And why the hell are the viewers supposed to fecking care? Christ, Chloe's piece about her mum abandoning her at the age of five had much more relevance to the storyline and could've been taken so much further.
Watched Sharpe - I've watched nearly the whole series now, except for the last two, which I watched when they first aired, and though I'm very satisfied with it generally, sometimes you really want to throw a few things at the screen. Yes, Jane's a bit silly, a bit spoilt, and a bit vain. But excuse me, Bernard Cornwell, she's not going to up and leave him just because of the money and a possible smear on his name. We're talking a girl who's used to her husband causing trouble and getting a bad name all over the place, not to mention that bit you so pointedly had of her during Sharpe's Siege where she was helping the surgeon cut men's legs off. She's made of slightly sterner stuff, is Jane. Oh, and not to mention she's not going to go for Rossendale that fast (hysterical watching Alexis Denisof in that role - squeals of 'ickle baby Wesley!' and 'awww, Wesley taking after his ancestor before he grew up. Innee cuuuuute?' were heard) as she's pretty devoted to Sharpe, and been burnt and learnt her lesson about flashy men with that poet. :bangs head against table:
Erm. Though I must say I like Lucille. And the line 'Pardon me, Ma'am, the door was locked.'
Stuck some more Spiderman comics up on ebay that I found in a comics bag. Smallville, aka the adoption skirmish one where baby!Clark does the adorable thing of imprinting ickle!Lex (got the hurt/comfort down at a very young age, did our Clark) - it's like 'Right, parents, check, future soulmate, check, I'm doing good and I've only been here an hour.' was pretty good, except of course the Lana bit. Poor 'woe is me and I can't act' Lana. 'Everyone sees me as a fairy princess' Lana. Er, no, Lana, the only person who still sees you as that is you, because you keep fucking reminding people! And also possibly the most idiotic jumper to conclusions I've seen. You see a pic of your mum laughing at the camera with a bloke. You automatically think they're having an affair, because of course Mommie dearest couldn't have just been having a laugh with a friend - who the hell do you think took the photo, missy? And then it comes out the photo was taken while her parents were on a break. So of course he *must* be her father. Lana, sweetie, did it ever occur to you that your parents might have been having sex on occasion while the break was on? Or that you were conceived when they got back together? Actually, here's a shocking one - your parents had brown hair and were of European descent. You, sweetie, have black hair and are clearly of Asian descent. What the hell makes you think a blond bloke's going to be your dad? Try looking at your mother's other boyfriend, the really nice half-Vietnamese guy. Did you even get Lex to check blood tests? Or check your mother's diary to further compare dates? And why the hell are the viewers supposed to fecking care? Christ, Chloe's piece about her mum abandoning her at the age of five had much more relevance to the storyline and could've been taken so much further.
Watched Sharpe - I've watched nearly the whole series now, except for the last two, which I watched when they first aired, and though I'm very satisfied with it generally, sometimes you really want to throw a few things at the screen. Yes, Jane's a bit silly, a bit spoilt, and a bit vain. But excuse me, Bernard Cornwell, she's not going to up and leave him just because of the money and a possible smear on his name. We're talking a girl who's used to her husband causing trouble and getting a bad name all over the place, not to mention that bit you so pointedly had of her during Sharpe's Siege where she was helping the surgeon cut men's legs off. She's made of slightly sterner stuff, is Jane. Oh, and not to mention she's not going to go for Rossendale that fast (hysterical watching Alexis Denisof in that role - squeals of 'ickle baby Wesley!' and 'awww, Wesley taking after his ancestor before he grew up. Innee cuuuuute?' were heard) as she's pretty devoted to Sharpe, and been burnt and learnt her lesson about flashy men with that poet. :bangs head against table:
Erm. Though I must say I like Lucille. And the line 'Pardon me, Ma'am, the door was locked.'