Birthday 1983-08-05 Gender
Male Location Vancouver, BC Member Since 2003-08-02 Occupation Writer; Part-Time Hero Real Name James
Achievements Visiting eight different myO friends in person thus far Anime Fan Since Winter 2001 Favorite Anime Neon Genesis Evangelion, .hack//SIGN, Naruto, Bleach, Beck, Peacemaker Kurogane, Ranma 1/2 (the guilty pleasure) Goals Visit the myO friends I've missed thus far; complete a cosplay from 300 Hobbies Writing, Gaming, Kung Fu, Movies, Acting somewhat strange in general Talents Can recognise most quotes from almost any movie/show on first listen; Can recite the entire 12 days of Christmas by memory
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Hm. Productive Saturday . . .
Grandma's still in town and spent the night last night - and, since this time around everyone who should be back home is back home, I had the privilege of offering my room/bed for her while I had the couch. That's fine, that's cool . . .
Next morning/afternoon, went out for dim-sum with my dad, grandma, and a different cousin. The cousin I usually mention (who's living with us right now for at least another week) is from my mother's side, lived most of her life in Edmonton, is older than me by a couple years, and is making a buttload of money now. This other cousin is basically the opposite: from my dad's side, few years younger than me, spent most of her life in Hong Kong, and is currently going to a local college - that said, she recently moved into my neck of the woods.
She's kind of an interesting story, really . . . born in Hong Kong, her parents (my aunt and uncle) moved to Calgary for a while - really, most of them on my dad's side moved there. Anyway, once she was old enough for elementary school, they all moved back to Hong Kong and the first time I saw them after a long while was for my grandpa's funeral back in . . . guess it would've been 2000 or 2001. Well, a few years after that my aunt and uncle sent my cousin back to Calgary for high school (so she could learn English in a more natural place) . . .
. . . that didn't take, though, and some sort of inter-house drama came up and my cousin more or less ran away from my other aunt and uncle's house and started living with friends and stuff for the next while . . . I'm still not exactly sure what happened around then . . .
Then, just last week, my brother got a text message from her saying hi and we had a short talk with her (my grandma and dad had already spoken with her a bit by this point). Anyway, she's living in an apartment with 4 other girl students (from China), and apparently they live kinda like slobs according to my dad . . . heh, so my dad basically told me I had to keep tabs on her, make sure she's okay . . . . . her, someone who for the most part has seemed like she's wanted very little help from anyone all these past years.
Anyway, after seeing her yesterday, she seems to be doing well enough. I guess I'm glad . . . it's just funny, y'know? You just don't hear from people in years, never had solid reason to need to worry about these people . . . and next thing you know, they're living in an apartment a 10 minute's drive away from ya. Just like that. In any case, she's got her life, we've got ours . . .
. . . but, if she ever needs us, she knows how to find us and we know how to find her. Family, y'know? I'd like to think I'm at least good for that . . .
After that, didn't do much. Eventually I got a call from some people to go watch Cloverfield - I was happy about that. They told me to meet them at the theater at 7:30 . . .
. . . arrived at a bit after 7:30, no one else was there . . . and then I saw the movie was starting at 7:50 . . . . .
Have I ever mentioned how anxious I get when other people plan movie outings poorly?
Anyway, we decided on the later 10:25 showing and I convinced everyone to come to the house to play Rock Band in the meantime . . . that was good times . . .
I'll make my Cloverfield thoughts short and sweet. I liked it. Many other people in the theater did not like it. This is a movie you'll either get or you won't. If you're good for something different, something that won't zoom in on things to tell you what you need to look at or pay attention for, that won't play the musical cues to tell you how to feel during a scene . . . if you're okay with never being told where the monster came from or why it's come (or get told pretty much anything period) . . . then you'll probably like this movie. 'Cause it's intense.
If you need that cinematic direction, you're gonna find Cloverfield confusing, boring, or ultimately unsatisfying. If you've got a keen eye for observation and are up for a little personal detective work (along with enjoying a monster/disaster movie on top of that), you'll probably like this.
And now I'm home. So let's watch the original '80s "glam" version of Bon Jovi's "Livin' on a Prayer" now and feel inspired:
And seriously, this is the third video . . . and we're only halfway there . . .