Whoa, Since When Have I Had This Blog?
Seriously, though, very busy week; I'll try to avoid such things in the future. To make up for it, I'll be tinkering with the sidebar a little immediately after this post.
EDIT (10/10, 4:20 AM): First tinkerings finished! Check out the new topic archives in the sidebar!
Adventures With Alcohol, Part 1: The Hangover!
So a week ago I mentioned that I finally bought alcohol, in the form of Mike's Hard Lemonade. I hadn't had a chance to try any that weekend, and feeling uncomfortable about drinking on a weekday led to me waiting until last night (Saturday) to try some. I had one bottle, at approximately 3:00 AM, while surfing the Internet, figuring if it put me to sleep it wouldn't be much of a waste on time. I have to say, it didn't taste all that bad. Still getting used to the taste of alcohol, and I don't think I was awake long enough to get a proper "buzz" out of it or whatever, but all in all not bad at all.
This is, of course, until I woke up at noon the next day with the Hangover from Hell.
Boy was that ever fun. I tell you, there's nothing like waking up with half the day gone to the tune of your brain trying to judo it's way out of your skull after only one freaking bottle of hard lemonade. To say nothing of the humor others found in the situation. Or the fact that this didn't stop my roommates from vaccuuming the apartment. Even worse, this "hangover" managed to persist in some form or another throughout most of the day; I had to take Tylenol twice and lie down at least three times in between driving people places.
It wasn't until later in the day that I realized the good news: The headache wasn't caused because I'm an unbelievable lightweight with alcohol.
It's just because I'm physically ill.
It's not even one of those illnesses you can really put your finger on. In fact, aside from the headache I haven't really experienced any signs of being sick --- except for the touch test. When I've touched something cold today, it's cold. Cold enough to realize just how warm my body is in comparison --- and to realize that that warmth is greater than it should be. Hopefully, this won't last too long (or get much worse). As far as my opinion on drinking goes --- well, there's still five bottles of Mike's Hard left. Perhaps we'll see next weekend.
On Top Of That, I Didn't See Serenity Again Today
After I got my hopes up and all. Apparently it fell through because people who don't just drink for pretend got legitimate hangovers, along with other general alcohol-related incapacitations. This is another reason I don't drink, by the way; I hate waking up as it is, I don't need any further encouragement along those lines.
Abridged Film Rant: Godzilla Against Mechagodzilla
Odd bit of trivia: There are three series of films within the overall series of Godzilla films. The first series, or Showa-era (named because they were all filmed during the Showa-period of Japanese history) had one continuity stemming from the first Godzilla film in the 1950's, and is the one most Americans are familiar with. The second, or Heisei-era series, started an alternate continuity with Godzilla 1985 (though still based off the original 1954 film); the third, or "Millenium" series (all within this century), have each had their own continuities branching off the original film (with the exception of this film's sequel, Godzilla: Tokyo SOS). The reason I mention this is because the title Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla (or the slight variant of that in the title to this film) is the only one that has appeared in all three series.
Anyways, despite that opening salvo don't really have that much to rant about with this film. It was enjoyable, to be sure, but little was really rantworthy about it. Oh, except for the fact that the Mechagodzilla that appears in this film was built as a shell around the recovered skeleton of the original Godzilla killed in 1954 (apparently this film's Godzilla was a different one), and used DNA from the bone marrow to make a DNA computer system for the robot to run on. This effectively makes Mechagodzilla (or Kiryu, as he's called in this one) a sort of giant undead cyborg. I love Japan.
Speaking of loving Japan, I just have to close with saying that I could eat Yumiko Shaku (Akane in the film) with a spoon.
This One's Not About Food Or Movies
So I finally got the rest of my posters hung up today. I had a bunch of posters at the beginning of the quarter that I'd had for a while, but for most of them I'd never been able to hang them because dormmates had always managed to get to the prime poster spots on the walls first. I got lucky with two of them my freshman year, but that was it. So naturally when I started this year with my own bedroom and a surrounding apartment full of blank walls, I went overboard. I actually bought more posters to go with the ones I already had, which had two interesting results. One was that now I didn't have room for them all in my room, so the largest of them all became general apartment decor. The second result was that the amount of sticky-pads I had bought to hang my posters was now too little to hang everything with. Well, today I finally got more sticky-pads and hung my remaining posters, so I've decided to rant on my eclectic taste in wall decoration. Be warned, gentle reader: my taste in posters is far more random than my taste in beverages.
The two posters from freshman year are one of a red dragon in the night sky over a burning port village, and a surrealistic poster of...something. It looks sort of like a waterfall draining into a black hole inside a cathedral, or something. These are now flanking my window. Nearby is the poster my boyfriend got me for Christmas two years ago that I can finally admire on a wall. It's a poster of all five chromatic dragon species from Dungeons & Dragons, along with the five metallic dragon species.
Next we have the movie posters I got from one of the 24-Hour Ohio Sci-Fi Marathons, one for X-Men 2 and one for The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. I was a little reticent to put up the League poster after the film turned out only so-so, but whatever. In a similar vein is the poster of Gollum from The Lord of the Rings on the inside of my door, accompanied on the other side by a promotional poster for the anime FLCL and a small (8"x11") poster of an M.C. Escher painting.
Okay, now for the really random ones. Way above my desk is a small poster of some random anime character from a series I don't even recognize, a birthday present from my sister one year. To the side of my desk is another 8"x11" poster, this one of that one man drawn by Leonardo da Vinci. Of similar size is the poster of The Wave above my desk (considered by some to be the Japanese equivelant of the Mona Lisa). Hanging next to that is a poster I bought while attending Body Worlds 2, featuring two halves of a man riding astride a skinless horse with a random planet hanging in the background. Nearby, appropriately adorning my closet door, is the poster "Kiss" that will be familiar to many people who have walked down High Street within the last few years.
Only two posters couldn't find a place in my room (aside from the two on the outside of my door). One is a large poster of the Earth at night, compiled from satellite images and showing quite strikingly just where all the major modern cities are on the planet; this is currently hanging over our dining room table. The other is a huge map of Middle-Earth done in Tolkien's original style that's been over our couch from day one, and has garnered many a compliment.
>Finally, Black Black Is An Awesome Gum
I think that says it all right there.
EDIT (10/10, 4:20 AM): First tinkerings finished! Check out the new topic archives in the sidebar!
Adventures With Alcohol, Part 1: The Hangover!
So a week ago I mentioned that I finally bought alcohol, in the form of Mike's Hard Lemonade. I hadn't had a chance to try any that weekend, and feeling uncomfortable about drinking on a weekday led to me waiting until last night (Saturday) to try some. I had one bottle, at approximately 3:00 AM, while surfing the Internet, figuring if it put me to sleep it wouldn't be much of a waste on time. I have to say, it didn't taste all that bad. Still getting used to the taste of alcohol, and I don't think I was awake long enough to get a proper "buzz" out of it or whatever, but all in all not bad at all.
This is, of course, until I woke up at noon the next day with the Hangover from Hell.
Boy was that ever fun. I tell you, there's nothing like waking up with half the day gone to the tune of your brain trying to judo it's way out of your skull after only one freaking bottle of hard lemonade. To say nothing of the humor others found in the situation. Or the fact that this didn't stop my roommates from vaccuuming the apartment. Even worse, this "hangover" managed to persist in some form or another throughout most of the day; I had to take Tylenol twice and lie down at least three times in between driving people places.
It wasn't until later in the day that I realized the good news: The headache wasn't caused because I'm an unbelievable lightweight with alcohol.
It's just because I'm physically ill.
It's not even one of those illnesses you can really put your finger on. In fact, aside from the headache I haven't really experienced any signs of being sick --- except for the touch test. When I've touched something cold today, it's cold. Cold enough to realize just how warm my body is in comparison --- and to realize that that warmth is greater than it should be. Hopefully, this won't last too long (or get much worse). As far as my opinion on drinking goes --- well, there's still five bottles of Mike's Hard left. Perhaps we'll see next weekend.
On Top Of That, I Didn't See Serenity Again Today
After I got my hopes up and all. Apparently it fell through because people who don't just drink for pretend got legitimate hangovers, along with other general alcohol-related incapacitations. This is another reason I don't drink, by the way; I hate waking up as it is, I don't need any further encouragement along those lines.
Abridged Film Rant: Godzilla Against Mechagodzilla
Odd bit of trivia: There are three series of films within the overall series of Godzilla films. The first series, or Showa-era (named because they were all filmed during the Showa-period of Japanese history) had one continuity stemming from the first Godzilla film in the 1950's, and is the one most Americans are familiar with. The second, or Heisei-era series, started an alternate continuity with Godzilla 1985 (though still based off the original 1954 film); the third, or "Millenium" series (all within this century), have each had their own continuities branching off the original film (with the exception of this film's sequel, Godzilla: Tokyo SOS). The reason I mention this is because the title Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla (or the slight variant of that in the title to this film) is the only one that has appeared in all three series.
Anyways, despite that opening salvo don't really have that much to rant about with this film. It was enjoyable, to be sure, but little was really rantworthy about it. Oh, except for the fact that the Mechagodzilla that appears in this film was built as a shell around the recovered skeleton of the original Godzilla killed in 1954 (apparently this film's Godzilla was a different one), and used DNA from the bone marrow to make a DNA computer system for the robot to run on. This effectively makes Mechagodzilla (or Kiryu, as he's called in this one) a sort of giant undead cyborg. I love Japan.
Speaking of loving Japan, I just have to close with saying that I could eat Yumiko Shaku (Akane in the film) with a spoon.
This One's Not About Food Or Movies
So I finally got the rest of my posters hung up today. I had a bunch of posters at the beginning of the quarter that I'd had for a while, but for most of them I'd never been able to hang them because dormmates had always managed to get to the prime poster spots on the walls first. I got lucky with two of them my freshman year, but that was it. So naturally when I started this year with my own bedroom and a surrounding apartment full of blank walls, I went overboard. I actually bought more posters to go with the ones I already had, which had two interesting results. One was that now I didn't have room for them all in my room, so the largest of them all became general apartment decor. The second result was that the amount of sticky-pads I had bought to hang my posters was now too little to hang everything with. Well, today I finally got more sticky-pads and hung my remaining posters, so I've decided to rant on my eclectic taste in wall decoration. Be warned, gentle reader: my taste in posters is far more random than my taste in beverages.
The two posters from freshman year are one of a red dragon in the night sky over a burning port village, and a surrealistic poster of...something. It looks sort of like a waterfall draining into a black hole inside a cathedral, or something. These are now flanking my window. Nearby is the poster my boyfriend got me for Christmas two years ago that I can finally admire on a wall. It's a poster of all five chromatic dragon species from Dungeons & Dragons, along with the five metallic dragon species.
Next we have the movie posters I got from one of the 24-Hour Ohio Sci-Fi Marathons, one for X-Men 2 and one for The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. I was a little reticent to put up the League poster after the film turned out only so-so, but whatever. In a similar vein is the poster of Gollum from The Lord of the Rings on the inside of my door, accompanied on the other side by a promotional poster for the anime FLCL and a small (8"x11") poster of an M.C. Escher painting.
Okay, now for the really random ones. Way above my desk is a small poster of some random anime character from a series I don't even recognize, a birthday present from my sister one year. To the side of my desk is another 8"x11" poster, this one of that one man drawn by Leonardo da Vinci. Of similar size is the poster of The Wave above my desk (considered by some to be the Japanese equivelant of the Mona Lisa). Hanging next to that is a poster I bought while attending Body Worlds 2, featuring two halves of a man riding astride a skinless horse with a random planet hanging in the background. Nearby, appropriately adorning my closet door, is the poster "Kiss" that will be familiar to many people who have walked down High Street within the last few years.
Only two posters couldn't find a place in my room (aside from the two on the outside of my door). One is a large poster of the Earth at night, compiled from satellite images and showing quite strikingly just where all the major modern cities are on the planet; this is currently hanging over our dining room table. The other is a huge map of Middle-Earth done in Tolkien's original style that's been over our couch from day one, and has garnered many a compliment.
>Finally, Black Black Is An Awesome Gum
I think that says it all right there.
posted by Mithrandalf at 2:44 AM
3 Comments:
From the IMDb site for FLCL: "Plot Outline: In search for a captive pirate, an alien girl riding a Vespa uses a 12-year-old boy's head as a multidimensional channel." Huh? I obviously don't get out enough :-)!
Ah, the joys of alcohol. I remember going out and (over)indulging one night, only to wake up with a hangover, which turned into flu symptoms, which lasted all week. My roommate at the time actually thought I was dying since I didn't get out of bed except for classes and food (but barely with the food).
You are so alcohol naive. Honestly, one Mike's and you thought you were hungover? I can't take alcohol much better, and after a night of drinking I didn't feel anything the next day.
FYI, if you think you're hungover, don't drive. When you're hungover you're still drunk.
And I'm totally jealous of your posters. I have two miniposters up of Bill and the Bride and Jay and Silent Bob, but my Chinese symbol one just won't stay on my wall.
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