CAROLINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
whatever, tim.
:)
ANYHOW. watched Troy again today with grace mar and leon... just as enjoyable the second time around, if not more. ("Hector!!!! -violent whimper- -violent whimper-") and i don't care if i destroyed the movie for you!! actually i do la :) so i hope i didnt really. although i loved it, so obviously i loved it too, right? (get that one? this pronoun stuff is kinda hard :D)
honestly, i think the movie is SO well done, its amazing. oh for those looking for a bit of a laugh and who have seen the movie (just so i dont spoil it for you, i'm checking, y'see) AND havent read any of my recent posts scroll down till you get to an entry which starts with "I saw Troy with Aaron today" and see if that one gets you laughing :)
your baggy pants and your bottle of crack hits/fuck all of that shit
attention has been drawn to the fact that some of the stats on my blog aren't correct. *well like SUE me already. i'm apologetic to the core of my stone-cold, ice covered heart.
anyway back to Troy. here're a number of things i've noticed:
1. Remember when Hector and Archilles (I am magnificent!) are duelling? Hector dies right? (spoiler. sorrry. refer to * :D) well this is what i realised: His fatal mistake lies in the moment when, having tripped, he crawls over to his broken spear, picks it up and stands to face Archilles, spear in one hand, sword in the other. THIS IS A COMPLETE MISTAKE. any man knows that the guy with two weapons virtually ALWAYS loses. think of other classics: Darth Maul with his two-bladed lightsabre - he loses. Anakin (the young one) facing off with Count Dooku (or whatever) - loses a hand doesnt he? so you see, if Hector HADN'T picked up that broken spear, he would've won the fight. the rules dictate so.
:D so its crap. whatever :)
2. When Archilles, during the sacking of Troy, scales the outer walls of some section of some castle thingy, that's when it all becomes a bit too much. The director may as well have Brad strung up on a string and flown thru the air like Superman. he seems to have no bounds to his powers. he throws incredible spears, scales walls like Spidey and is seemingly impervious. someone give him a cape already!! and make him fly around with his left arm extended in front of him!!
3. There's just a little bit too much of The Lord of the Rings (the movie, not the books). Paris TOTALLY morphs into Legolas in the sacking of Troy section of the movie. the whole -draw back bow- "Oh damn im pretty" -release- style of his..... and then that scene where Priam goes to beseech Archilles for Hector's body...... GANDALF scene, people! c'mon man he's all long hair and robe and hood. i mean really. the one that caps it off is the scene where Archilles (I am beautiful! Splendid! Marvellous!) gets shot by Paris - goddamn he is such a PUSSY. doesnt the whole "get shot real bad but try to struggle on" thing feel overly-reminiscent of Boromir's last stand on the shores of the Anduin? maybe its just me, but the similarities are astounding sometimes.
4. Classic fight scene centrepiece: Hector fights Ajax (that his name? the guy with the huge hammer) during the first battle outside the walls of Troy, and, inevitably, of course gets stuck in an armlock with said man. so what does he do? he struggles - ineffectively, of course - and, finding himself with no other recourse, delievers a stunning headbutt. Applause, everybody!! standing ovation!! (no marks for originality, though :D )
:) i'm sure i'll remember more as time goes by (slowly dropping grain by grain into Death's region of the hourglass) but for now that's it.
in other, more serious news: God i AM pretty damn fucking dramatic. completely ironic that when going around with Grace today i was totally flipping out. "Cucumber sandwiches and tea, anyone?" and "pray tell, can you indeed read?", along with "Would you care to peruse this lovely selection of literature" spring to mind - yes i was totally going George (a la My Best Friend's Wedding) on her. but who believes in horoscopes eh?
NOT ME!
++who'd have EVER thought i'd rub anything good off onto you? thanks be to Him then :) i'm so glad you'd never believe it :D thanks for telling me
sensitivity can be carried a bit too far tho..... Mini Me (remember who you are?) has said i'm somewhat over-sensitive... i think there's another candidate up there too, perhaps? everyone has their flaws tho, of course.
the absolute weirdest thing: i wrote 3 poems on the subject of Suicide (for a refresher, refer to posts on May 10th, April 26th and April 23rd). as the dats show, even the most recent one was written almost two weeks ago. so they were pretty out-of-mind, you noe what i mean? (HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA - pte joke :D) anw last night i calld them up and printed them out, coz i'm entering them in a competition in school. here's the weird bit: while reading them in school today i realised that the three are connected, and not just in terms of subject matter. here's the deal: Suicide by rope - the wife/mother. suicide by gun - the husband/father. suicide by knife - the child. the names Tom, Michelle and Heather in suicide by rope? Tom's the husband, Michelle's the child, Heather'd have to be a baby. at first i thot i was arbitrarily imposing order on chaos, but no - Rope is definitely abt a woman, Gun is definitely a man who's lost female loved one, and Knife is definitely about a child. plus the names and the sequence of the writing of the three...... its positively uncanny.
words can't express what you mean to me, and in this world we live (almost typed "leave" - someone analyse me. does that mean something?) in so much gets misconstrued anyway so maybe its good i cant express myself adequately. because someone, coming along and chancing on what i might, if i could, write here, would almost certainly get the wrong idea. but you know, i know you know, and you know i know you know, coz we BOTH know, something of what i mean. so yeah :)
alright i think i'm done here
im getting pretty shagged
tomorrow wont be fun dear
what with bitches whores and fags
nonetheless i shall retire
go to bed and try to sleep
tomorrow may be filled with fire
but tonight,i shall dream deep.
whatever, tim.
:)
ANYHOW. watched Troy again today with grace mar and leon... just as enjoyable the second time around, if not more. ("Hector!!!! -violent whimper- -violent whimper-") and i don't care if i destroyed the movie for you!! actually i do la :) so i hope i didnt really. although i loved it, so obviously i loved it too, right? (get that one? this pronoun stuff is kinda hard :D)
honestly, i think the movie is SO well done, its amazing. oh for those looking for a bit of a laugh and who have seen the movie (just so i dont spoil it for you, i'm checking, y'see) AND havent read any of my recent posts scroll down till you get to an entry which starts with "I saw Troy with Aaron today" and see if that one gets you laughing :)
your baggy pants and your bottle of crack hits/fuck all of that shit
attention has been drawn to the fact that some of the stats on my blog aren't correct. *well like SUE me already. i'm apologetic to the core of my stone-cold, ice covered heart.
anyway back to Troy. here're a number of things i've noticed:
1. Remember when Hector and Archilles (I am magnificent!) are duelling? Hector dies right? (spoiler. sorrry. refer to * :D) well this is what i realised: His fatal mistake lies in the moment when, having tripped, he crawls over to his broken spear, picks it up and stands to face Archilles, spear in one hand, sword in the other. THIS IS A COMPLETE MISTAKE. any man knows that the guy with two weapons virtually ALWAYS loses. think of other classics: Darth Maul with his two-bladed lightsabre - he loses. Anakin (the young one) facing off with Count Dooku (or whatever) - loses a hand doesnt he? so you see, if Hector HADN'T picked up that broken spear, he would've won the fight. the rules dictate so.
:D so its crap. whatever :)
2. When Archilles, during the sacking of Troy, scales the outer walls of some section of some castle thingy, that's when it all becomes a bit too much. The director may as well have Brad strung up on a string and flown thru the air like Superman. he seems to have no bounds to his powers. he throws incredible spears, scales walls like Spidey and is seemingly impervious. someone give him a cape already!! and make him fly around with his left arm extended in front of him!!
3. There's just a little bit too much of The Lord of the Rings (the movie, not the books). Paris TOTALLY morphs into Legolas in the sacking of Troy section of the movie. the whole -draw back bow- "Oh damn im pretty" -release- style of his..... and then that scene where Priam goes to beseech Archilles for Hector's body...... GANDALF scene, people! c'mon man he's all long hair and robe and hood. i mean really. the one that caps it off is the scene where Archilles (I am beautiful! Splendid! Marvellous!) gets shot by Paris - goddamn he is such a PUSSY. doesnt the whole "get shot real bad but try to struggle on" thing feel overly-reminiscent of Boromir's last stand on the shores of the Anduin? maybe its just me, but the similarities are astounding sometimes.
4. Classic fight scene centrepiece: Hector fights Ajax (that his name? the guy with the huge hammer) during the first battle outside the walls of Troy, and, inevitably, of course gets stuck in an armlock with said man. so what does he do? he struggles - ineffectively, of course - and, finding himself with no other recourse, delievers a stunning headbutt. Applause, everybody!! standing ovation!! (no marks for originality, though :D )
:) i'm sure i'll remember more as time goes by (slowly dropping grain by grain into Death's region of the hourglass) but for now that's it.
in other, more serious news: God i AM pretty damn fucking dramatic. completely ironic that when going around with Grace today i was totally flipping out. "Cucumber sandwiches and tea, anyone?" and "pray tell, can you indeed read?", along with "Would you care to peruse this lovely selection of literature" spring to mind - yes i was totally going George (a la My Best Friend's Wedding) on her. but who believes in horoscopes eh?
NOT ME!
++who'd have EVER thought i'd rub anything good off onto you? thanks be to Him then :) i'm so glad you'd never believe it :D thanks for telling me
sensitivity can be carried a bit too far tho..... Mini Me (remember who you are?) has said i'm somewhat over-sensitive... i think there's another candidate up there too, perhaps? everyone has their flaws tho, of course.
the absolute weirdest thing: i wrote 3 poems on the subject of Suicide (for a refresher, refer to posts on May 10th, April 26th and April 23rd). as the dats show, even the most recent one was written almost two weeks ago. so they were pretty out-of-mind, you noe what i mean? (HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA - pte joke :D) anw last night i calld them up and printed them out, coz i'm entering them in a competition in school. here's the weird bit: while reading them in school today i realised that the three are connected, and not just in terms of subject matter. here's the deal: Suicide by rope - the wife/mother. suicide by gun - the husband/father. suicide by knife - the child. the names Tom, Michelle and Heather in suicide by rope? Tom's the husband, Michelle's the child, Heather'd have to be a baby. at first i thot i was arbitrarily imposing order on chaos, but no - Rope is definitely abt a woman, Gun is definitely a man who's lost female loved one, and Knife is definitely about a child. plus the names and the sequence of the writing of the three...... its positively uncanny.
words can't express what you mean to me, and in this world we live (almost typed "leave" - someone analyse me. does that mean something?) in so much gets misconstrued anyway so maybe its good i cant express myself adequately. because someone, coming along and chancing on what i might, if i could, write here, would almost certainly get the wrong idea. but you know, i know you know, and you know i know you know, coz we BOTH know, something of what i mean. so yeah :)
alright i think i'm done here
im getting pretty shagged
tomorrow wont be fun dear
what with bitches whores and fags
nonetheless i shall retire
go to bed and try to sleep
tomorrow may be filled with fire
but tonight,i shall dream deep.
posted by Timothy at 10:45 pm
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