28 year old
Pagan female who lives in Florida with her guy and two cats,
loves Disney, reads fanatically, tinkers in photography and
believes growing up is overrated.
There are people on the net that have nothing better to do
with their time
then be nasty to other people online. They post rude comments, spend hours
a day talking about sites they hate so much, that they well, spend hours a
day talking about them. (lame) They mock the owners and posters for their
opinions and their right to free speech. They expect everyone to fit into
their narrow-minded little world view or else they throw a temper tantrum.
To these people I say grow up.
Here's a bit of info people...the web is
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do, or talk about, or what I look like, or the color of my hair, or
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I pay for this site. It's mine. That
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bitching about something in my life? Oh fucking well. Go somewhere else.
Think I'm stupid for expressing my thoughts? Too fucking bad, don't read
them. Somewhere along the line, someone forgot this simple fact: Live
and let live Don't like me, cool, fine, whatever, I don't care.
This journal is NOT for you. It's for me. I'm not in it for popularity or
fame or anything stupid like that. I write it because I need to write and
express myself and get things out of my head sometimes. So read or don't,
it doesn't matter, but don't waste my time (or yours) bitching about it.
*gets off soapbox*
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A Tale of Two Stories What a crappy weekend. It was supposed to be good but didn't work out that way. The story started with a horrible movie - The Brother's Grimm - and finished with a horrible sickness.
Saturday night we went to see Brother's Grimm. It looked amazingly cool in the previews; all dark fairy tale and magic. It was, instead, a formless pile of stinky excrement with horrible camera work and stupid, animal cruely trying to pass off as crude humor.
First off, the premise and the idea was extremely interesting. It really was. And the blending of all sorts of old Grimm tales had such potential. But, it's execution was horrific. The cameras were on crack; constantly blurring, shaking (in a pathetic attempt to display motion which only translates into puke cam and the inabilty to see what's going on), bad cutting, bad lightning and horrific muddiness of it all just made it actually painful to watch.
Secondly, it had needless animal cruelty in it under the guise of crude and sick humor. For example. There is a scene where they are torturing the brothers because the French general doesn't believe the superstitious claims. At one point a small, fluffy kitten walks by. The general's toadie is startled by the kitten and kicks it into the air - directly into the awaiting spinning blades above. If that weren't enough, it splatters into pieces and one chunk (literally) hits the general in the face. At which point he THEN proceeds to pick it off his face and eats it.
What the fuck is the point of that? Absolutely nothing. I was so disgusted by this I was literally ready to leave the theater. I didn't want to watch a moment more of it. Unfortunately, I was with Love and my friend Rand and I did not have the option of leaving. I did get up and went to the ladies room for ten minutes, fuming over this absurdly stupid teenaged boy vulgarity.
Yes, it was fake. Yes, it's a movie. There's so many sick fucks out there that get caught up on those two concepts that they fail to see it's still wrong to put something like that in a movie for nothing more then a chuckle. It's not funny. And I'm digusted that people continually use cats in movies as the "funny" way to torture an animal. It is revolting that it's not only tolerated, but accepted as a humor. Had it been a small child walking by who got sliced up, people would be up in arms. Hell, if it were a dog people wouldn't think it's funny. But somehow, it's ok for people to use cats as sicks jokes in cruel scenes of abuse and sick torture.
The biggest issue for me is that the scene had literally no merit. It did nothing to advance the plot, and was not part of the darker, more bloddy origins of the Grimm's stories. Other scenes which were actually part of the fairy tales themselves which contained some gore or violence may not have been pleasant but they at least served a purpose. You already knew the general was a ruthless asshole. That had been established. You already knew the French were capable of torture. That had been shown. You already knew they didn't care about anything but their own agenda. Seen it. So to include this scene (among a handful of others including lightning two horse's asses on fire) was nothing more then animal cruely for the sake of animal cruelty. It wasn't comical, it was just disgusting.
By the end of the movie, I was developing a horrible stabbing pain in my head - like waves of migraine pain that hit me so hard I'd almost fall out of my seat and then fade out only to repeat. (Think ice pick through your temple.) By the time I got home, I was also extremely sick to my stomach and started to puke, but just not quite all the way. I ate some saltines and drank some ginger ale and sat there in serious pain.
I finally dragged myself to bed and tossed and turned. My stomach was in absolute agony. I was in so much pain, I couldn't sleep but I couldn't stay conscious either. Around 3:30am, I woke up to try to use the restroom. I'd already taken pepto, rolaids and some imodium (in stages over a few hours) in an attempt to make even some the horrific pain cease. Nothing was helping. Instead, I violently threw up. The popcorn I ate at the theater was, I think, rancid. I was so sick that by the time I was done, by entire body was shaking so hard I couldn't walk straight. I broke out in a fever and chills and passed out about 15 minutes later.
Sunday, I felt a little better though by no means back to normal. We ran some errands and as the day went on, I began to feel more and more ill to my stomach again. More rolaids, more pepto and it just wasn't getting better. I ended up being in and out of the bathroom all night (thankfully not throwing up again) and failed to get any sleep. I'm still having pain in my stomach even now and I can only guess that my stomach is taking longer bounce back from the food poisioning then I was hoping. So I missed work today because I was up being sick all night again last night. It's still very badly unsettled and I just feel so...ill. I just hope it passes soon. Two days of it has been more then enough.
Anyway, that's the two stories this weekend. I urge you NOT to go see Brother's Grimm. It's a poorly executed movie with needless animal cruelty. I also recommend you avoid the popcorn if you do go see a movie in general. I didn't know that the fake butter stuff could spoil. I didn't think there was anything naturally based within it. I hope everyone in Katrina's path is safe and comes through this intact. And I hope everyone else had a better weekend then I did.
