Maru's Mun Journal

nazgul_nr_5  and I just watched 'Riddick', because her father (an uber-geek like she) had recommended it.

There was talk of some prophecy, and the Nazgul took umbrage to that, being as she was reminded of 'Star Wars' too much.

Consequently, thus spake the Nazgul: "I'll prophesy something as well, now: the next prophet gets their face bashed in!"

Meg Giry looks exactly like Meg Giry, tutu, bouncing, and all. They cchose a blond actress who looks a lot like Christina Ricci. How could they know? The Crackbar is exerting mysterious influences on RL, I am telling you. Memetic pressure, I guess.

Coffee is a wonderful stuff. Truly.

I'll take a moment to sing its praises, then, as I am waiting for it to fully kick in so I can go on working. After three hours of concentration, I found my fingers motionless on the keyboard, and my face yawning.

That may be a result of lying in the grass of a public square and watching "Pirates of the Caribbean" under the stars till one at night. nazgul_nr_5 and I were suffering a lot, though, because that was the first time we had to see the dubbed German version. The translators should be taken out and shot. Especially the one who had decided to translate "Savvy?" as "Alles klar soweit?" - wiebke and woelfle will know how horrible that is. We groaned every time it was repeated. Nobody will ever be allowed to say "Alles klar soweit?" to me again without getting a very rude answer. "Why is the rum gone?" was translated as "Warum ist der Rum weg?", which has a certain something. The running gags with the "opportune moment" and the "effects" got completely bungled and were as gone as the rum.

Still, it was fun to watch it on a huge screen in the fresh evening air, with real actual moonlight overhead, sitting on a picnic blanket on the lawn and having some sort of picnic. In fact, my tiredness may have something to do with the rum with coke we had very artfully smuggled inside; you really couldn't call it coke with rum. The Nazgul had made it; it was a very Nazgulish brew. She called it cough syrup.-

Or I might be tired because I went to bed at two, to sleep still a bit later after thinking at length about even more things I am going to draw, and started out again at six in the morning. I had thought I would be able to take the morning off or at least be late, but databases spontaneously wanted re-organising, which has to happen before everybody else arrives. So here I was, re-organising damn databases, and almost dropping off my perch.

Luckily, Our Mithreth herself made the coffee today, and it fulfills all the clichés there are about coffee being black as death and strong as love - sweet as sin optional, and I opt out, thank you. Not out of sin, if there is such a thing, but out of sweet coffee.

That coffee of hers has a mind of its own. It picks you up and kicks you around until you plead for mercy and are as awake as you can get. You should never try it while being drunk, because it would sober you up and push you right out on the other side of sobriety where no sane person can go and stay sane. Knurd, you know, as Terry Pratchett calls it.

Luckily, I wasn't even overhung, just tired - and the Black Brew has worked its magic on me now, so I can continue with my work. If the damn pinscher finally consents to give me a final version of the text I have to spam unsuspecting customers with. One of these days, I will become guilty of cruelty against pinschers...

I've got "Gormenghast"!!!

When I left for work just now, Falk the Metropolitan met me in the gateway and said he had a delivery for me, and of course I wasn't expecting anything else, and now I have GORMENGHAST!!!!

All the spoilers have been spoiled, and all the nits have been picked, and I'm not one to gnaw bare bones over. Only two things:

• The girl who was Briseis was interesting and knew how to act; one should keep an eye open for her.


• Terrible lack of chariots!! These people who made the movie so had no idea about the role of chariots in archaic warfare. Underworld, they weren't just things to go places in! They were terrible weapons. These three or five measly things they had - arghh! Everything so gigantic, and then they skimp on the chariots. As the one whose brain is partly inhabited by pteppicymon, I am really offended.

In other news, I have noticed today that I have quite an extensive collection of very, very odd MP3s that have at one stage or another accreted on my hard disk without me really inviting them. So, all of today that I wasn't watching "Troy" with the Nazgul, I listened to this extremely eclectic playlist of monks chanting, Leslie Fish filks, the "Chocolat" sound track, extra-hard classic cross-overs, one Carla Bruni chanson, folk singers from Okinawa singing "No Woman No Cry" (downloaded from canis_m ages ago), and a totally unknown Indie band from LA named Sukhotin...

Have you ever seen an artistic Nazgul? Here you can see one, posing with her palette in a very cultured way...

And she's got some new nekkid pirates as well! Just go to "pics" and then follow the link "Transgenic Pirates"; these cumbersome frameset thinggies won't allow straight links, let alone deep links!!

Today we have been discussing how to remove the willie from that new Jack Sparrow picture she did yesterday so she'll be able to hand it around, sorta thing.
(The picture, not the willie, of course...)


Go, Jack!! You'll make it!

In other news, I just heard Johnny Depp has been nominated for an Oscar for Jack Sparrow in Pirates of the Caribbean! The POTC DVD premiere for Germany is on Thursday this week, and the Nazgul and I were planning to have a small party anyway (just some Caribbean style chicken and some rum drinks, yes,of course; and perhaps some Pina Colada muffins...) - now it must be a sumptuous feast to celebrate our favourite character from one of our favourite movies at present - being thought so too by the effin' Academy!! Hurrah for Jack Sparrow!!!

Really, "Matrix Revolution" was every bit as bad as everybody had said, and then there were a few bad bits that nobody had yet mentioned to me, and then there was the fact that seeing the three of them back to back really drove home the point how utterly and beyond despcription brilliant the first part was, how mediocre the second, and how grottaceous the third.

And for that I came home at seven in the morning, and slept till three in the afternoon...

My head is still hurting from the fast and furious blinks of light that the third movie consisted of (mainly), to say nothing of ( Read more... )

All in all, what a waste of time!