Going To Hell...Who's Coming With Me?

(I have been a huge Harryhausen fan since the first time I saw Sinbad facing down an army of stop motion skeletons, and no amount of shiny shiny CGI is likely to change that. Though I do love me some shiny shiny CGI.)

Given the reviews it got, I didn't expect to like the Clash of the Titans remake. However, tonight I watched it, and while I have to say that the changes might actually have made the script make LESS sense than the original, I did enjoy it. (Despite the mocking of Circuit, Bubo, the adorable mechanical owl. Who was kind of my favorite character in the original.)

I kind of want to watch it again and make snarky comments, because that's how I express my love (as anyone who has watched a Power Rangers movie with me knows), but it's late and I'm tired. So I will leave you with two thoughts.

Medusa? Kind of disturbingly HOT, if you want to know the truth.

OMG PEGASUS PEGASUS FLYING HORSIE SQUEE DO WANT! (I need - NEED! - an icon of Perseus and Pegasus flying out of the eclipse. Because flying horsie! SQUEE!)

When Andromeda was strung up for the kraken, all I could think of was Sharktopus nomming the bungee jumper. (Which reminds me: Sharktopus is out on DVD and I do not yet own this wondrous thing. Must rectify.)

Okay, three thoughts.

I need someone to photoshop me an icon of Michael and a black horse.

I...I mean, I need someone to talk me out of writing the horsey crack Knight Rider/Wildside crossover.

Someone on FF.net PM'd me and asked - in jest - if I was ever going to write something where KITT didn't suffer something awful.

I had to admit I couldn't fathom why I'd want to do something like that. *hang head*

Via sabinetzin, a meme:
If you were writing RPF about me, what characteristics (either physical or personality) would you harp on, and what purple prose would you use to describe them? (Note: The more superficial and cliched, the better. We all like to think of ourselves as intelligent, but it's not what sells the muffins, if you know what I mean.)

Lunch did not sit well, and there are three hours left to work. Bleh. :P

Or, this is why I drive a big big truck.

Pizza dude (on phone): I've got to the end of your street, where are you?

Me: Oh, that's not the end of the street; go one more block and you'll hit gravel again.

Pizza dude: I can't go across that! I'm driving a Mustang!

Me (trying very hard not to laugh): Turn left until you hit pavement, turn right, and turn right on the first street after that, and you'll hit [mystreet] where it's gravel again.

I've had drivers get across that section of dirt in Volkswagens, for the record, and even Edea could pull it off in her prime. But the pony car didn't sound any too happy, so probably for the best he stuck with the roads that look like roads. And he did make sure my chicken kickers came with two ranch, not a ranch and a hot sauce. (I gave him a good tip, I promise. And it wasn't even, "Buy a truck if you're going to be delivering pizzas out here.")

KITT: I could have made it across that stretch of road.

Mike: It's cheating when you can turn into a truck.

Edit: I should point out that I am so used to drivers being flummoxed by the stretch of "OMG that is not a road that is a coyote track!" that I just go out with my cell phone around the time I expect my food, and wait until I see a car stop at the dirt. That way, I can wave at them while I'm guiding them in.

Michael Dudikoff stars in this short-lived action series as former Navy SEAL Robert "Scandal" Jackson, a headstrong military man turned undercover agent for a covert anti-crime organization. After narrowly surviving a shot to the face, Scandal regains consciousness, only to learn that he's also gained a brand-new identity. Armed with his AC Cobra, he sets out to right wrongs in Bay City and track down the man responsible for his father's death.

I may have spent this morning's 750 Words writing up a character sheet for my TKR team. Some characters don't have names yet.

( I will probably regret admitting to this. )

Yes, if I were making this Armageddon would be played by my own truck. No, I don't have any shame. Yes, the casting of Deborah Pratt circa the 80s is a sign that I don't actually KNOW any present day actors, because I haven't watched TV in years except for a handful of things that are on DVD. Also, I may have had a crush on Deborah Pratt when she was in Airwolf. Anyhow, my lack of actor-knowledge means I am totally open to casting suggestions.

Specifically, the episode with the planet where all the men were captured, so it's just womens trying to get along, oh woes. They kidnap Buck, because clearly, a reasonable solution to the problem of 99% of your men being taken is to kidnap random men and sell them as breeding stock. And Buck is all "Why not just ask for help?" and the daughter of the leader is all, "OH NOES, if anyone knew we have no MANZ we'd be invaded immediately D:" (though I will grant that Buck, who two DVDs ago was going "LOL WOMAN COLONEL" is now, "You have women pilots, right?" just as if womens can fight like MANZ can! I like to consider this a type of growth in his character.) And it does come out that without the MANZ, there just aren't enough women pilots to train replacements, which I can accept as a cautionary tale about letting the men be in charge of things.

But really, the point of this post isn't to talk about very old sci-fi, it is to say: I think it would be LOLarious if someone took the old "remove all the MANZ to cripple the planet" trope, and had it backfire because, well, this is a very traditional planet, where the woman's job is to protect home, hearth, and children while the men are off hunting, exploring, and doing MANLY THINGS, and since the MANZ are all out exploring new planets, "home and hearth" has expanded to include the whole planet. And these traditional women take their job of protecting home and hearth very seriously.

Yes, I am easily entertained.

...I have determined that none of you want me to accomplish anything ever again. So instead of doing anything constructive, I post another entertainingly failed Knight Fight mission:

Just as you were heading off on your mission, you suddenly realised that you may have forgotten to lock the gates and raise the castle drawbridge. By the time you find the keys to the gate, which you had left in your OTHER suit of armour, your mission time has ended and you decide to stay home and help the cook peel potatoes......

And eggs need clicky:

And I somehow have acquired a sick/dying rabbit. By somehow I mean, I brought him home because the alternative was for him to be sent away as snake food, since he's no better after two weeks of antibiotics. Since I figure he has a 50/50 chance of being alive or dead every time I check on him, I call him Schrödinger.

There comes a time in every hero's life when he starts to think the gods are just dicking with him.

I mean, look at the things writers and video game designers throw at their characters. Eventually, such a thought seems inevitable. So let the "The Gods Must Be Assholes" meme commence. I'll start.

( There comes a time in every hero's life when he starts to think the gods are just dicking with him. )