DuracellEnergizer

^Best avatar ever.

It helps gets you going.

I want to be a filmmaker. I want to write screenplays, collaborate with writers, and direct films. I want to be the next Ingmar Bergman.

If only I had money … *sigh*

progress with the han

So cool they’re DOA.

Well, the tenth season is finished. My opinions are as follow.

CONS:

• There weren’t enough episodes. Granted, Duchovny and Anderson already had a lot on their plate and couldn’t work much more into their schedule. Still, it would have been nice to have gotten six more episodes or so.

• The second-to-last episode with the comatose terrorist was pretty weak. It reminds me of one of the typical Season 7 episodes. The Lone Gunmen cameo was pretty cringeworthy, too, though I did enjoy the rest of Mulder’s wacked-out trip.

• I don’t like Agent Einstein and am pretty much indifferent to mini-Mulder (can’t be bothered to recall his name). If they’re meant to be the new Mulder & Scully, then Carter’s barking up the wrong X-file.

• To be honest, I’m not at all that bothered by the new direction the mytharc has taken; I rather like the idea of rogue human elements within the government abusing stolen alien technology over the Colonist stuff from the earlier seasons. However, I think Carter should have ran with the idea then instead of shoehorning it in now without any clear notion given of how it all fits together with older episodes.

• Needed more Skinner.

• Would have liked to have seen more Reyes.

• That’s some skin graft ol’ Smokey got there.

PROS:

• Everything else. I enjoyed seeing Mulder & Scully back together on the small screen again.

Here’s hoping an eleventh season follows soon – a longer season.

moviefreakedmind said:

Continuing to think and hope that you will have any type of relationship with this person will just destroy your mental health.

It was pretty much destroyed to begin with, though.

But yes, I get what you’re saying.

I’d given up hoping for a romantic relationship with her years ago – and finding out she’s married only reinforced that – but I still hoped that with twelve years to clear the air that we could put past misunderstandings behind us and be friends again. But noooo, I have to still be held accountable for some stupid misdemeanors I pulled before I was even eighteen.

Shit like this makes me want to go to her place of business and graffiti it all up. Lucky for her I don’t know how to drive.

No, she really did block me. Before today, I could visit her profile when logged in, but now I can’t.

Since Wednesday, I’ve been getting my hopes up, imagining all sorts of scenarios of us getting back into contact, renewing our friendship, even picturing myself meeting her husband and baby daughter eventually. Now all my hopes have been completely torn apart, and all over teenaged bullshit I did back in 2004/2005.

I choose longing for a woman who hates me.

I’m not sure it’s the best alternative, but no one’s invented a lasersword yet.

SCENARIO #1

ME: God, I’ve done a lot of ugly, stupid things over the years, but I want to turn over a new leaf and make amends. Will you forgive me?

GOD: You are forgiven. Now go and sin no more.

SCENARIO #2

ME: Hello [girl who I was in love with in high school]. Last Wednesday, while drunk, I decided to Google your first name together with the name of the town we grew up in/the city we both lived next to in the vain hope that either combination would turn up something – anything – pertaining to the life you’ve lived since you graduated from high school. As chance would have it, I stumbled upon your Facebook profile and noticed you’re married, a mother, and have a successful business going now. Needless to say, I’m very happy for you and hope nothing but the best for you. Now, I’m going to create my own Facebook account, hoping that eventually, I can work up the courage to contact you directly and see if we can’t let the stupid misunderstandings between us from the past be left in the past. Believe me, I don’t want to get between you and your husband or sabotage your family in anyway; I’m just so very lonely and I want to reconnect with a friendly face from the past. Now, until I can figure out just what to say to you and how to say it, I’m not going to send you any messages or request a friend invite; I’ll leave that to the future. However, I’ve noticed some of our mutual friends from high school are also here on Facebook, so I’ll send them friend invites instead; maybe by getting in contact with them first, I can figure out the best possible way of approaching you later on.

GIRL: I found out you’re on Facebook, you fucking weirdo, and I’ve blocked you. It doesn’t matter that you didn’t even say anything to me – I don’t want you in my life at all; I’m not even going to give you the chance to prove yourself. Just FUCK OFF AND GO AWAY!

tl;dr: God will forgive you at the first opportunity, but man doesn’t; man keeps a grudge regardless of how much time has passed and will treat you like a diseased leper until your dying day.

If only a twelve-year-old bad reputation could be so easy to be get rid of …

Were this an average day for me, I’d roll with your bullshit and poke fun at it in my generally absurdist way.

But today? Today I’m really angry – I’m more angry than I’ve been in a long time – so all you’ll get from me are these two words: FUCK OFF.

“How Soon Is Now?” by The Smiths

Let’s just say that listening to this song on repeat is the only thing keeping my currently brewing rage under control.

I can’t believe this discussion is still going on.

Density said:

Disney is not “infamous for Lucasization” as far as I know

I guess you’re not aware of the cuts they’ve made to Fantasia, their refusal to release Song of the South on DVD/Blu-ray within North America, and all the DNRing they’re done to the Blu-ray releases of their classic animated features.

ALLOL!

From what I’ve read about the Deadpool movie, it’s a labour of love made by people who are actual fans of the character and respect the source material – unlike virtually all the other X-Men films.

For that reason alone, I’m interested in checking this movie out, even though I really have very little knowledge of the character himself.

I think it’d be a tad difficult getting LaserDisc transfers of the '04 & '11 SEs, though.

TheQuazz said:

swagmasta69 said:

The Force Awakens.

Oh wait, you said best.

Oh, so you’re one of them.

He also ranks ROTS above TESB, just so you know what you’re dealing with.

INT. DELANTINE – IMPERIAL BASE/HOLOPROJECTION CHAMBER – EVENING

Bail enters the holoprojection chamber. Upon stepping up upon the holoprojection platform, the blue-tinted image of MOFF MARTHAN, a tall, lean Duros, materializes before him.

BAIL: Moff Marthan. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, sir.

BAIL: Likewise, Capt. Organa. (beat) I read your mission report, Captain – many times, in fact. It made for some particularly heavy reading. I had to make certain I wasn’t … misreading your recollection of the events which transpired on your mission.

BAIL: I swear that it’s 100% true to the facts, sir.

MOFF MARTHAN: Hmm … yes, I’m certain they are. That is, I believe you believe that to be the case. Certainly, you did encounter something out there – the mutagenic beasts, for example.

OBI-WAN: Rakghouls.

MOFF MARTHAN: Rakghouls, yes. (beat) As for your reports of a ghost, a “Sith sorceress” ….

BAIL: (frowns) Sir, she was real.

MOFF MARTHAN: Captain, I know all too well the tricks the mind can play on you when you’re suffering from heat stroke. Cmdr. Vaness suffered a psychotic break as a result of the transformations wrought to her DNA, and in your state, you misinterpreted her violent behaviour as a case of spectral possession. It’s perfectly understandable, Captain.

BAIL: Moff, why am I here? If it’s to put my faculties under a microscope –

MOFF MARTHAN: I’m sorry, Captain. I’ve gone off on a tangent. You’re not here to be re-evaluated; the doctors on Delantine have assured us you’re of sound mind and body. (beat) I’m offering you another mission.

BAIL: Sir, Raia’s body is being shipped back to Alderaan. I have all intention of being there when she is laid to rest. So all due respect, but get somebody else on the job.

MOFF MARTHAN: This mission is completely optional, Captain, I assure you; you can decline if you so wish.

BAIL: I decline.

MOFF MARTHAN: (frowns; cont’d) Just give me the honour of hearing me out first.

BAIL: Very well, sir.

MOFF MARTHAN: Yours was not the only reconnaissance team dispatched to the Bajilon system. Are you aware of that?

BAIL: No, I wasn’t.

MOFF MARTHAN: Four other teams were sent out into Wild Space alongside yours. Beside yourselves, only one team found their way back to Imperial space. They succeeded in their mission, actually, and they gathered much intel on the Athan presence in the system.

Typing a command into an unseen panel, Moff Marthan brings a panoramic shot of Bajilon Prime into view over both their heads. More Athan ships than can be counted orbit the crystalline world.

BAIL: (dumbfounded) My Lord! All those ships – half the Athan fleet must be stationed there!

MOFF MARTHAN: 63.11%, if our estimates are correct.

Entering in another command, the moff zooms and focuses in upon a specific craft: a large artificial spheroid twenty-two kilometres in diametre.

MOFF MARTHAN: Do you recognize that type of ship?

BAIL: A battlemoon? But weren’t all three battlemoons destroyed above Mustafar?

MOFF MARTHAN: All three that we knew of, Captain. (beat) Actually, from what the team was able to glean, it’s no longer a battlemoon as such. It’s been retrofitted to serve as a … hyperspacial distribution board.

BAIL: (nods) For maintaining all the interdictor generators the Clonemasters have in operation cutting off the system. Instead of having a maintenance crew work the stations of each individual generator, just slave them all to this one machine for convenience’s sake.

MOFF MARTHAN: Exactly. (beat) That battlemoon’s what’s keeping the entire interdiction field up. Take it out and the field goes down.

BAIL: Restoring the hyperroutes into the system.

MOFF MARTHAN: And that’s the new mission – to infiltrate the battlemoon and take it out of the game, knock down the field so that we can send our ships in to pulverize the whiteface fleet before they can send for their reinforcements.

BAIL: I don’t understand – why not just send a defender or destroyer in to take the battlemoon out?

MOFF MARTHAN: You haven’t read up on battlemoon capabilities, have you, Captain? They have powerful deflectors – stronger than the ones utilized by Imperator-class star destroyers. It took an entire fleet of cruisers to disable only one of the three at Mustafar.

BAIL: So how are we to blow this battlemoon out of space if a fleet had trouble getting it done?

MOFF MARTHAN: Not blow, Captain, fry. Our people have devised a particularly nasty computer virus, one potent enough to infect all the battlemoon’s on-board systems and give it a complete digital lobotomy. It’s not as spectacular as a fiery explosion, but just as effective. (beat) So, Captain, still uninterested?

No, it wouldn’t be a bad time. The Holiday Special is more canon than ROTJ.

LuckyGungan2001 said:

DuracellEnergizer said:

Citizen Kane (1941) – B+

Man, you must be a tough critic. Just out of interest, what films do you give A+ to?

I didn’t realize B+ was low.

Nuff said.