Finally got around to Revenge of the Sith. Since I reviewed it last post without even having seen, and since there are countless reviews elsewhere, I'll spare you.
Except to say this:
What the heck happened to the resourceful, athletic, involved, intelligent, diplomatic Padmei? Pregnant = glowy, self-imposed exile in some apartment building waiting for your turning-to-the-dark-side husband to figure everything out? I didn't take her for that kind of woman. Last I saw she was standing on top of a very tall pillar fighting off a massive, doglike beast. With a chain.
I mean, if you're pregnant, and you want to lie around your apartment, fine. I've been pregnant, and I certainly did my share of saving my strength. It's truly exhausting work, making and growing a real live baby from scratch. No hard feelings. But considering the galaxy's at war, Annikan's at the middle of a massive evil coup, and the Jedi are losing ground, this mother of one thinks action-oriented democracy-loving Padmei maybe could have done just an eensy-weensy bit more to redirect the inevitable fall of the Republic into Sith hands.
Maybe just.
Monday, May 23
Thursday, May 12
She Fanned on III
So my hubbie and I watched the last two Star Wars movies as a type of refresher before getting in line for III, and I have a confession: they're growing on me. Yes, despite Mr. Binks (and for that matter, Mr. Cristensen) - OK and number I's slow start - I found them engaging. Perhaps I went in the first time around with too high expectations. Why, I wonder now, considering that Jedi was pretty subpar, and god that BONDAGE outfit Leah was wearing. Yick. To be sure, on both points - good movies and bondage outfit - I diverge from the GGO, also known as general geek opinion.
Still, I really do think there's something sophisticated about the way the latest films portray evil and its insidious way of resulting from decisions that SEEMED right on the surface, but ultimately were not. And on that note, it's too bad that Mr. Lucas didn't heed the moral of his own stories when making Revenge. If I am to understand most of the reviews, the new film is not particularly kid friendly. Come now, George, you made the other FIVE movies in part for children. Why not this one? You KNOW kids are going to see it in droves, so why traumatize their little minds with more violence than they are already exposed to? Yes, it makes sense that a fall from grace would entail evil acts, and yet why follow in Darth's footsteps?
So make that a third point on which I am quite sure I diverge from the GGO. Maybe I'm not so much a geek after all. With three strikes, am I out?
Still, I really do think there's something sophisticated about the way the latest films portray evil and its insidious way of resulting from decisions that SEEMED right on the surface, but ultimately were not. And on that note, it's too bad that Mr. Lucas didn't heed the moral of his own stories when making Revenge. If I am to understand most of the reviews, the new film is not particularly kid friendly. Come now, George, you made the other FIVE movies in part for children. Why not this one? You KNOW kids are going to see it in droves, so why traumatize their little minds with more violence than they are already exposed to? Yes, it makes sense that a fall from grace would entail evil acts, and yet why follow in Darth's footsteps?
So make that a third point on which I am quite sure I diverge from the GGO. Maybe I'm not so much a geek after all. With three strikes, am I out?
Monday, May 9
Vice (President)
Promoted at last to veep. Am I pleased? Sure. Will it keep me interested in the job for awhile? Absolutely. Do I think I deserve it? Yeah, I've worked pretty hard. Can I excel? I certainly think so, but I must confess, I do have some work-related vices that may, finally, need to be addressed.
1) Instant messenger. And what a huge vice IM truly is. Studies now show that if you want to drop your IQ 10 points during the day, allow yourself to be constantly interrupted by IM and email. Who knows what the developers of IM have done to our GDP with one innocent invention. I figure that my own IQ must be affected by more than 10 points, considering that my worklife is one long IM/email/phone interruption. And let's not even discuss productivity levels.
2) Roscoe. The dog that insists on hanging out in my home office, and even muscles his 95 pound way through my door so that he can lay at my feet and sleep. This is fine and good until I'm on the phone with a CEO and something goes bump downstairs. Suddenly his sleepy senior self morphs into a fury of flying fur and howling. But let me tell you, I'm a softy. The site of my sorry dog's sad face as he mopes away after being rebuffed a position at my feet is just too much. And the truth is, I like having Roscoe around.
3) Decaf. Or caf, depending on how you look at it. I switched years ago from "real" coffee to the less potent stuff. Now that I need more energy to keep up with the job, I may need to switch back. Problem is, one shot of caffeine unleashes my horrible, demanding, perfectionist, darth vader-like self onto the workworld (not to mention my husband). Caffeine, for me, is something like Dr. Jeckle's potion. Then again, maybe that's a good thing... I can hear myself now: "Astroids don't concern me, account executive..."
I'm sure there are others. Like this blog(!). What to do? Hmmm.... something to think about another day, when I don't have a blog to write, emails to reply to, phone calls to make, and an IM message to answer....
1) Instant messenger. And what a huge vice IM truly is. Studies now show that if you want to drop your IQ 10 points during the day, allow yourself to be constantly interrupted by IM and email. Who knows what the developers of IM have done to our GDP with one innocent invention. I figure that my own IQ must be affected by more than 10 points, considering that my worklife is one long IM/email/phone interruption. And let's not even discuss productivity levels.
2) Roscoe. The dog that insists on hanging out in my home office, and even muscles his 95 pound way through my door so that he can lay at my feet and sleep. This is fine and good until I'm on the phone with a CEO and something goes bump downstairs. Suddenly his sleepy senior self morphs into a fury of flying fur and howling. But let me tell you, I'm a softy. The site of my sorry dog's sad face as he mopes away after being rebuffed a position at my feet is just too much. And the truth is, I like having Roscoe around.
3) Decaf. Or caf, depending on how you look at it. I switched years ago from "real" coffee to the less potent stuff. Now that I need more energy to keep up with the job, I may need to switch back. Problem is, one shot of caffeine unleashes my horrible, demanding, perfectionist, darth vader-like self onto the workworld (not to mention my husband). Caffeine, for me, is something like Dr. Jeckle's potion. Then again, maybe that's a good thing... I can hear myself now: "Astroids don't concern me, account executive..."
I'm sure there are others. Like this blog(!). What to do? Hmmm.... something to think about another day, when I don't have a blog to write, emails to reply to, phone calls to make, and an IM message to answer....
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