Saturday, December 11, 2004

Anything BUT Ordinary...
I was over reading someguy's MyOtaku site and his desire to save the world. It made me think a bit about my own over-active protective tendancies.

There is an incidence that sticks out in my mind of such a thing. One of my 'more casual' friends... one I don't see as much but I still consider a friend ... was having issues down at school. She was, apparently, being stalked. One night she had forgotten to close her blinds before she undressed, and being on the third floor (which was actually almost level with one of the parking lots) some guys saw her. And thus, started hanging out outside her window shouting lewd and obscene things.

Well, I live in the next dorm over. She told me about this, very upset (who can blame her?) and all my hackles went up. Once she was gone I was livid with rage and my poor roommate didn't know what to do with me. I ended up sitting outside the next few nights, watching for these guys to show up. With a bokken. I had no idea what I was going to do, but I had to do something, because my friend was feeling threatened and vunerable.

Leave it to me to take the most violent course of action, neh? I spent two days ranting about it in Livejournal, with every other option as "breaking those motherfucker's kneecaps."

Of course, this entire incident only served to reinforce my roommate's idea that I'm Kenshin. Ultimately, nothing came of it. The stalkers went away, my friend changed dorms and life went back to normal. I like to think that those fools came out one night, saw me standing guard with a wooden sword and decided that they had somewhere else to be. Highly unlikely, but it makes me at least feel like I accomplished something. I couldn't protect my friend from her own stupidity, but I could protect her from other people's.

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I just found out that a guy I graduated high school with is now writing dialogue for the NBC soap opera Passions. This amuses me for untold reasons, yet at the same time makes me feel so very worthless. Here I am, waiting to go back to school, where this guy is already graduated, interned at E! Entertainment and now writes dialogue for soap operas. Maybe this will inspire me to get off my butt and be productive.

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While having an amusing conversation with Saitou, the exact phrase "kitsune sex disease" came up. I am entertained.

In context, we were talking about 'cures' for those in love with kitsune. And apparently, anyone who has... relations ... with kitsune start to suffer from a wasting disease because they can't comprehend the pleasure. That's not the amusing part, though. The amusing part is the cure... buckwheat noodles.

Soba.

Oh, my Lord, the possibilities. Oh, the possibilities. We managed to kill our respective muses with this conversation, although the blood was entirely not MY fault because I didn't put that mental image in anyone's head. That one was all Saitou.

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*twitches violently* Hugh Jackman? Adrian Paul? No. Just... no. I do wish they'd hurry up and cast the new Bond, but every time I hear the candidates I develop a facial tick.

These rumors that float around are going to be the death of me. The best one? "Let's take Bond back to the Academy days!"

Um, NO. NO, NO, and how about another HELL NO for good measure? We're not corrupting THAT fandom with squealing fangirls, dammit. I like my last bastions of sanity to, you know, stay sane. I'm about as close as you will get to a squealing fangirl in said fandom, and nine times out of ten it's over the goddamn car. (Do you know how many people I'd kill to get my hands on an Aston Martin DB5? WITH AN EJECTOR SEAT?) *sighs*

They need to find a suave, brilliant, classically trained, unknown actor to play Bond. I can't stress "unknown" enough. Let's look at the track record -- before Dr. No, Connery had one whopping American film under his belt ... the Disney Classic "Darby O'Gill and the Little People." George Lazenby? Theatre. Roger Moore? He was a BBC television actor ... sure, people had heard of "The Saint", but he wasn't really that well-known. Timothy Dalton? Yet another theatre actor. And Brosnan? People had heard of him, vaguely. Reemington Steele, mainly. So, following tradition, the new actor should not be a Big Name Actor.

Unfortunately, Adrian Paul fits that mold, and I really don't want to see the Highlander fandom overrun into the Bond one.

Although, nothing will ever top Brosnan's recommendation a few months ago. Daniel Radcliffe. I wish I was joking, but OMFG that's funny. My diagnosis is he's just fucking with people's heads. I mean, really. I think Radcliffe is a tad young for the role, don't you?

My dad got the 007 variety of the Scene It! game for his birthday, and we have too much fun with it. Granted, my knowledge of the Moore-era Bond films is sketchy at best, (literaly, the last time I sat through a Moore Bond movie I was twelve), but goodness it's fun.

The Geek runs strong in this family.

Now, off to put in more job applications. Wish me luck!
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