All Along Teh Interwebs, Teh Lili Keeps Her View
Lots of stuff out on teh interwebs today. First, courtesy of CyranoCyrano, I came across this link: George Lucas says Empire Strikes Back is the worst Star Wars movie ever.
No, George. The Phantom Menace is the worst, if only by grace of JarJar and by the sinking sensation I felt while watching wonderful, magnificent actors trying to totter under the weight of your ego. Followed closely by War of the Clones*, where I was SO SQUICKED OUT by the idea of Amidala fallin’ for a kid she knew when he was eight, not to mention MORE JARJAR, for Chrissake. And lastly, the third worst Star Wars film is Revenge of the Sith, because Hayden Christensen was so frocking henpecked by the director he couldn’t even work up the energy to pop a believable boner at Natalie Portman. (I’ve seen Christensen in other movies and am relieved to report that it wasn’t his fault.) At least the latter two films had fight sequences that were almost worth watching. Phantom Menace? We get Nascar with aliens. Boooo-ring. There wasn’t even any cannibalism.
I mean, it was hideous all the way around. Watching a copy of Revenge of the Sith, some friends and I heard the line, “Love can’t save you, Padme. Only my new powers can.”
My scream, a cheated howl, rattled the windows. Literally. And I wasn’t alone. We had to rewind it a few times to make sure we hadn’t hallucinated.
And come on, George. Midichlorians? My ass.
ANYWAY, let’s move on, because I’ve gotten over my huge feelings of betrayal and loss at the last three Star Wars fiascos. Really. I have. No, honest. I have.
In other news, Andrew Smith has a drop-dead hilarious guide for creating a fantasy/urban fantasy novel people will totally read. Don’t drink while reading, for it will end up splattered across your monitor.
Then there’s the incomparable Glenn Greenwald on why Beltway pundits do not represent the average American. And some Beltway journalists still don’t get it. They don’t get that their proximity to and dependence on political money machines makes it difficult if not impossible for them to be, well, objective. And journalistic.
And the House is considering a fully-funded withdrawal vote tonight. It’s about bloody time. How many times will Bush try to veto the will of the American people–the people he claims to be working for? Grrrr.
In other news, Harry Potter fanfic reading in NJ Bookstore, Smart Bitches discussion at 11. SRSLY? Fanfic? *boggles* Wow.
Evil Auntie Peril talks aboot infodump in detective novels. Get that girl some Hammett and Chandler, stat!
And several peeps sent me little giggles to get through yesterday as I stumbled, sleep-deprived and slow, through copyediting. (Got a fair bit done, BTW.) Thanks to everyone who made the day a little lighter.
Last of all, in garden news, I HAVE A ROSE! The Mr. Lincoln bush I bought has produced a beautiful, dark-red, sweet-smellin’ flower, which I have cooed over and sniffed to encourage more such behavior from the bush.
Further bulletins as events warrant.
* I know it’s Attack of the Clones. I like my title better. For obvious reasons.
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