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Movie Review: Watchmen

Used some of the comp time I racked up this weekend to see Watchmen with Mr. E. There were five other people in the theater, which has upsides and downsides: Yes, we didn't have to listen to other people talking, but I felt like I couldn't talk myself, since, well, they'd know who was talking. :D

This was the third time Mr. E saw the movie, which is an endorsement in itself. (He didn't even make it through Starship Troopers once -- he had to walk away and get a popcorn refill before he started yelling at the screen.)

I was looking forward to this, and I guess my anticipation was rewarded. I'm not completely enamored of Zach Snyder's directorial style -- that slow then fast thing gets old fast, at least for me. And while I like a fight scene as much as the next nerd-girl, I don't remember them being quite that gory in the original. Dr. Manhattan's little Manhattan wasn't as distracting as I feared it would be, and the attempted rape was judiciously handled.

I did appreciate the attention to detail, and the period touches. The movie starts with a pretty good impression of The McLaughlin Group, which I appreciated since I watched it back in the mid-80's. (Nerd, remember?) One of the reasons I wished I could have chatted with Mr. E during the movie was because I was playing "spot the frame from the graphic novel", and I got a lot of hits.

Overall, I enjoyed the movie, and will probably watch it at least one more time on the biggest TV I can get my hands on, remote in hand, looking for all the details scattered throughout. NOT RECOMMENDED if you're squeamish about graphic violence and sex.

Being a grown-up sucks

So, everybody else is off to see Watchmen, and here I am at home, waiting for tech support to call back because the equipment at work is having a breakdown over daylight savings time... waaah.

ETA: India-based tech support puts a lot of stress on my resolve to not be a racist a$$hole like my father. The support is awful because they're undertrained and undersupported by the corporation that decided to outsource to them, NOT BECAUSE THEY HAVE A FOREIGN ACCENT. (repeat as needed, perhaps like Bart at the chalkboard...)

Totally shallow

Got some unbudgeted money and purchased an Acer Aspire One . I named it Nybbler (yes, a portmanteau of this and this) , but it can also go by "My Precioussss." It's only three pounds! It fits in my purse! It makes the nerd boys squeal when they see it, like cute chicks looking at a tiny sandwich from Burger King! (ETA: 6 hour battery life! squee!)

So, I stimulated the economy. That makes me a good American, right? (OK, so it's more like whistling in the dark... )

(Oh, and the Xbox 360 was procured for Xmas, and Mass Effect is indeed as cool as I'd hoped it would be. Being a BioWare fangirl probably helps with that.)

Oh, this blog thing?

My apologies for the lapse in posting. Felt that I was out of interesting things to say. :D

Enough thunks on the melon were received at RadCon, tho, to incentivize to take another whack at it.

Birthday time!

more animals

But I actually got:
A lunch box
And a booster pack

Fired by another doctor

But in a good way, this time. :D Had my last appointment with the hematologist today; my blood counts are in the normal range (except for my platelets, which are a little elevated -- a possible indicator of continuing iron problems), so she told me to go forth and sin no more. She was happy to see a patient leave her practice under their own power.