Get Yer Damn Hands Off My Childhood Memories, Dammit

Anne of Green Gables: A New Beginning!?

NO. Just... no.




eta: to quote lyssie, "MATTHEW IS ROLLING OVER IN HIS GRAVE, PEOPLE."

IN HIS GRAVE.

A Night's Ramble Through My Brain

For the last week, I've been staying up until seven in the morning and getting up at five in the evening, which is no way to live a life especially when you're living in a city where everything except the pubs close at six o'clock.

Depressed? I have no idea what you're talking about.

Anyway, this evening I walked down to the local Starbucks (which makes up for being a Sbux by having the best view of Dublin Bay from its back deck that I've yet seen), got some coffee and some not awful but slightly stale mini-doughnuts (attention Canadians, the SPAR on College Green proclaims to have Tim Horton's doughnuts. But not, alas, Timmie's coffee, which is what I really miss. It's near fucking impossible to find a decent cup of coffee here, although they've embraced espresso products like they're a sign of the Second Coming). My classmate, S joined me after an hour and tried to read out assigned book for Friday while I continued writing a long-overdue letter to friends in Montreal.

Unfortunately, Friday's novel is fucking awful chicklit, misogynist, regressive, infantilizing, poorly-written crap. So far everyone in our class (or at least R and I) hate it with an ungodly passion. It does, at least, give me ample fodder for the review I'm going to write for class Friday. I'm told I do a good line in vituperative bile and I plan to unleash all my powers on this POS because I'm never going to get those four hours of my life or 12 Euros back (frankly, I've rather more need of the Euros) so I deserve to get some pleasure out of it.

The letter ended up being 14 pages long and I need to take it into college with me tomorrow to photocopy - I'm trying to keep track of everything I write about by time in Ireland. A lot of stuff goes into e-mail and letters that never makes it into my journal and obviously, e-mail is easier to account for. I was thinking idly of typing a copy but that seems rather a lot like work. And I've still enough of that to do for tomorrow (Friday) morning.

The Sbux closed at eight, so we wandered up to the Avoca, which I've taken for my local being that it's closest to the residences. I also discovered that the 'old man bar' half of the pub was cheaper to drink in than the lounge bar, which is only fair because it's full of drunken old men. But cheap Guinness (well, 3.90 a pint Guinness, which is the cheapest I've found so far). It's a toss-up.

I had a pint, S fretted over the opening chapters of the first draft of her novel and the group's suggested revisions and I carried on with my letter, which I did eventually finish. Then I started the long-promised letter to my father, containing an only slightly-Bowdlerized account of my time here. Then Liverpool lost their match (yeah), I finished my pint and came back to the residence.

And now I'm here and about to go to bed (no, really).

A few links before I go:

Augie at ComicBookResources.com reviewed the first issue of X-Men: Messiah Complex. It's a mostly positive review but he seemed to be of the impression that this was unlikely to be the crossover to reignite readers' enthusiasm for Marvel's X-Books. Although, I haven't cared enough to read the circulation figures in a while, so for all I know things are fine and dandy but it feels like the X-Men have been relegated back to the second tier of the Marvel Universe after Spidey, the Avengers, etc. Anyone have an opinion?

Tangentially related to comic books - there's a good Lone Ranger series currently being published by one of the indies, although the last time I looked, I thought the storylines and art didn't really take maximum advantage of imaginative freedom the comic medium affords a creator - the Pirates of the Caribbean team of Rossio, Elliot and Bruckheimer are reportedly looking at a Lone Ranger remake/reboot. On the one hand, Curse of the Black Pearl was the bomb (and not all my problems with the two sequels are the writers' fault per se). OTOH, Johnny Depp. Then again, the idea of the Lone Ranger has always appealed to me. On the fourth hand, I'm not sure how you separate the Lone Ranger from the "magical white man saving ur villages" trope and revisionist westerns aren't much fun. And while it's true that real-life pirates weren't charming rogues with hidden hearts of gold, the "Golden Age of Piracy" involved much less racism, attempted genocide and cultural suppression. None of which are, y'know, particularly fun or romantic, which is likely why even the modern, "revisionist" western (like Unforgiven, Open Range, 3:10 to Yuma) generally leaves the issue quietly alone.

And while I fully expect this movie to be a trainwreck and I'm boycotting Warner Brothers films at the moment anyway, the big Intertoobz rumour of the day (at least on film sites) is that Hellboy's Rupret Evans has been cast as Superman in the upcoming Justice League movie.

Note to Self

No matter how much you may want to, you will not beat up on other people in the comments section of your flist for they are grown up and can fight their own battles and if they wanted you to bop people on the nose, they'd ask.

(repeat x1,000)

OTOH, were someone to ask... .

*grins evilly*

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BIONIC WOMAN, 1x05, "The Education of Jaime Sommers"

The solution to what ails Bionic Woman (apart from more Katee Sackhoff): Let Michelle Ryan use the accent.