SO, WHO GOT TRAMPLED TRYING TO GET DOORBUSTER SALES ON BLACK FRIDAY, HUH?

Not me, I was at home. Playing Fallout 3. Vaporizing my brains. Etc etc etc etc.

My Thanksgiving was good. Big dinner at my aunt's house. Of course, this included bringing over my mom's side of the family, which is essentially like having the entire cast of Seinfeld in one room. It's...insane. Like my uncle started his own Wii bowling league and always brings the Wii and a projector to family gatherings. Sadly, I threw out my arm playing the damn game. BUT I GOT 214. SO IT WAS WORTH IT. I also ate a ton of turkey and my dad's fantastical chocolate chip cookies.

And a week or so ago I saw The Men Who Stare At Goats. Not a fantastic movie, but serviceable. Ewan McGregor and George Clooney were hilarious, though McGregor was one of the stickling points. As the movie was about psychic super-soldiers in the 1970's and 80's, said super-soldiers were referred to constantly as "Jedi". And hearing this from a former Jedi, as Ewan McGregor was Obi-Wan Kenobi in the Star Wars prequels, hurled me out of the experience like I was on a fucking trebuchet. Not bad, 3/5 at least, maybe wait for DVD before you decide to see it. Now next on my movie list before James Cameron's Avatar, Sherlock Holmes, and The Princess and the Frog come out is Ninja Assassin. What's the general consensus of that malarky?

And....that's it. OH AND MUSE. Get back here, I need you right now. PLEASE. I'VE GONE NEARLY SIX MONTHS WITHOUT ANY IDEAS. D:

AlchemistMayCry...Out...of sight, mind, brainpower, ideas......and spoons.

Well, how many weeks has it been....three? Again? Well, that's fine for an update. I seemed to be cursed with the three-week update. Anyways....

So I was recently sick. Not swine flu, but a fever that eventually degenerated into a lingering cough. And for those of you interested, never, under any circumstances, eat tortellini while having a fever and watching episodes of Firefly and having played Fallout 3 before going to bed. YOU WILL BE DESTROYED.I'm pretty sure I was hallucinating all sorts of crazy crap. It didn't help that said crazy crap was either post-apocalyptic, in space, or post-apocalypse in space. Combine that with a dash of random appearances from characters from Firefly and Fallout 3 and you have a recipe for brain explosion. Or, no sleep. At all. I got up in the middle of the night to take a shower JUST SO I COULD HOPE THE HALLUCINATIONS WOULD DIE. It didn't work. At least I got better, after...three days of being not in school, sick as a dog, and in the beginning, so lethargic I was like a George Romero zombie. Painful, yes. Fun, nope. Not at all.

Fallout 3 has taken over my life. Nuff said. In one play session I managed to free the people of post-apocalyptic Pittsburgh (whilst endangering the life of a small baby), steal both the Declaration of Independence and the Bill of Rights (sadly I did not acquire the Magna Carta, which is my next target), and sell them for oodles of cash, but I also acquired the schematics for a gun that shoots RAILWAY SPIKES. Woo.

I also watched the entirety of Firefly and the movie Serenity. And I have this to say: Fox is run by idiots. They destroyed a series that could have lasted forso long and been so fantastic. BUT NOOOOOO, THEY DIDN'T. Idiots. Serenity felt a bit contrived and too short, like they compressed the entirety of plot points in a season in a 2 hour movie. It was...not disappointing, but characters like Mr. Universe and the Operative felt underdeveloped (and in the case of Mr. Universe, killed off two fast after having 2 scenes. TWO SCENES). But it was good, and let us pray that Joss Whedon's latest opus does well and we pray that Firefly can return. I want to see my "Big Damn Heroes" again. "Take my love, take my land, Take me where I cannot stand, I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me."

Water polo season is over. Finally. I was getting tired of the inane competition. I still have to survive the post-season dinner, which will most likely kill me to be a polite person around a ton of people I despise. I'll survive...it'll murder me

School's going well. I'm nearly done with a short film for film class. It went pretty well. And in English, we're supposed to read a piece of English literature and then critique. I'm tempted to read the first book of the Wheel of Time series and criticize it to hell and back for being a LOTR ripoff and being 13 books and counting with over 9000 (quite literally) pages of text. The first book itself is roughly the same size as the Deathly Hallows. THAT'S THE FIRST BOOK. *gets out pruning shears* TIME TO CUT THE PURPLE PROSE. Or if I can't, I'll just read I Am Legend. And curse my teacher for not including British literature, thus preventing me from reading And Another Thing or Good Omens. Or the Sandman. Or Watchmen. Or The Dark Knight Returns. Or V For Vendetta. etc etc etc.

And the journal skins thing...besides the ads, I'm just testing it out. Might give me a reason to get a subscription once I get a job and some money. The ads maybe annoying, but at least I'll be reminded to go see Ninja Assassin when it comes out.

Deviations...won't happen. Until my muse gets back. But at the moment he's still busy gallivanting across the cosmos with the Ninth and Tenth Doctors. Here's the Never-Ever-Not-In-This-Lifetime-Will-Do List.....actually fuck it I have no point in posting it as most projects are dead. So forget it.

AlchemistMayCry...out.
"Sub sole nihil novi est. Ad aspera, per aspera. Quaerite prime regnum dei. Antebellum, memento mori."

Just got back from seeing Zombieland. To put it simply, it was one giant Crowning Moment of Awesome. Think of Shaun of the Dead, de-Britishfy it, add in Woody Harrelson and enough zombies to put Left 4 Dead and Resident Evil combined to shame. Then add in a random but awesome celebrity cameo, a showdown at an amusement park, and enough quotable lines to fill a moderately-sized paperback, and you get one of the best films of this year. Fucking awesome from start to finish and anyone who doesn't like it needs to "nut up or shut up". 11/5 stars. Hands down.

And onto a completely different topic, the weirdness and awesomeness that is Gankutsuou: The Count of Monte Cristo. In a nutshell: the Count of Monte Cristo set in the 50th century with the Count being possessed by a demonic force and a wild art style that will either make your eyes bleed or make you salivate over every exquisite detail. The dub's fantastic too, with heavy hitters like Johnny Yong Bosch (Ichigo Kurosaki, Lelouch Lamperouge), Michelle Ruff (Rukia Kuchiki, Carmen 99), and Jamieson Price (Lordgenome) as the Count. So far I'm only nine episodes in, and I'm hooked. It's looking to be on my list of the 26 episode wonders, even with it being 24. So far, a decent 4.5/5.

Doctor. Who. Doctor. Freaking. Who. I gave the first episode of the 2005 series a try a while ago, then promptly forgot about it. Then discovered I could watch it on Netflix. Then I watched Series 1 and 2. And it resulted in a massive brain explosion that had the force of a nuclear missile. It's an absolutely FANTASTIC (to use one of the Ninth Doctor's words) series. The Ninth Doctor (Christopher Eccleston) was short lived, though David Tennant's Tenth Doctor (or Tennant The Tenth as I call him) has won me over with a simple phrase: "Timey-wimey ball'. Not to mention he probably shattered the boundaries between TV shows and made off with one of Mal Reynolds' browncoats so he could like a total badass whilst wielding a sonic screwdriver of all things. Doctor Who is a series to check out and remember: NEVER PISS OFF A DALEK. 1,000,000,000,000/5 stars.

And lastly....Fallout 3. If anyone who doesn't have this game, get it for your requisite console. There is nothing more enjoyable than vaporizing a bunch of hapless twats with an overpowered plasma rifle. Seriously, I was going through a base roaming with enemies and at least 75% of them were turned into piles of green goop with my overpowered lazor rifle of DOOMY DOOM. So yeah, that game is awesome. And did I mention that Liam "Oskar Schindler" Neeson does the voice for your FATHER in the game? Yeah, AWESOMESAUCE. 9 billion frajillion/5 stars.

Now onto something non-pop-culture-related! As you can tell, I'm hyperactive from seeing a wicked sick movie, but now I must be serious. My muse is fried. Dead. Deceased. Gonzo. At the pearly....wait no he's going to hell for failing me for the last time. He shall be joining Lucifer....no wait he's going somewhere where he won't give lords of evil ridiculous ideas. No ideas, none at all. Muse hates me. So until I get my creative spark back, it's unlikely that I'll post anything new.

School is...going well. Save for an incredibly idiotic homecoming rally (all rallies I think should be banned and replaced with naptime), I'm having fun. The film academy at me school is doing adapted short stories for the semester project, and my group is doing this tragically entertaining story called Bullet in the Brain by Tobias Wolff. Laconic version for those who hate reading: Sarcastic douche goes to the bank, gets caught in robbery, mouths off to robbers, gets brain blasted out, and as brain gets blasted out he remembers the last time he wasn't a sarcastic douche. Yes. And it's going well. So yeah....I has nothing else.

AlchemistMayCry....out. Of sight and mind. And remember the rules:
01. Cardio
02. Double tap
03. Beware of bathrooms
04. Seatbelts