Sky Rogue's Musings

Or “TV is seriously humiliating Hollywood!”

We all know that the Summer of 2010 was one of the weakest and most worthless when it comes to movies. Christopher Nolan saved the cinema and probably the entire artistic universe with Inception, a movie whose ass should be kissed for at least 10 more years. In my opinion, it’s THAT good. But it truly is sad to not be able to see anything else that is notable and worthy for 2 whole months. I mean, sure, I did go, and I did spend money on all kinds of crap (including Tom Cruise crap, and I still hate myself for it), and even though some films were okay (more like okay-ish), I still had to work hard to convince my friends (and, sadly, myself) to go see stuff. And no, I have not seen Toy Story 3, because I despise the franchise. Say whatever you want, I just can’t be a fan. I am sick of badly made 3D, of over-priced tickets, of cinematic rape. The Last Airbender can go and die, I’ve seen the anime and it is splendid. It should be best to just ignore the fact that the movie has ever been made. The Prince of Persia was okay only due to Gemma Aterton. Salt was horrendously boring and lame and I despise Angelina Jolie’s anorexia and the predictability of her role. Iron Man 2 I liked, but considering the fact that I worship anything Downey Jr touches, this should not surprise anyone. The A-Team was again, just okay, and the Expendables I missed, unfortunately, and I had been looking forward to see it with my dad for old times’ sake (I grew up watching corny action movies with my dad, by the way, and sometimes I miss the senseless violence, cheap jokes and quick, unsatisfying sex scenes that I wasn’t allowed to watch anyway because I was around 8-10 years old).

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Due to popular demand (aprox. 10 people asked me why the F did I stop writing on my blog), and because I need one more excuse to do stuff on my comp which is NOT related to studying, and also because my bro has just told me that my domain will expire in 3 months if I don’t prolong it, I decided to return to my poor, overly ignored baby blog. Hmm, if it used to be a baby back in January, and it grew into a wee toddler in March-April, right now I suppose it could be cataloged as an ignored, angry pre-teen. Alas, time is fickle, and laziness is even more so.

So, back to me. The summer was, more or less a loss of time and life. The exam period was murder, and the remnants of July were felt throughout the summer. The autumn failed to bring much victory, but at least I managed to pass one exam. The other was cruelly kept from me, but fortunately, it is not without hope. During the actual summer holiday, there were only 2 weeks when I felt useful to myself and society: the weeks of summer practice. I met great people, truly inspiring and friendly, who were amazingly patient with me, and I will forever be in their debt. I am looking forward to seeing them again. I learned a lot, and I received fulfilling confirmation related to my theory: University does not equal Real Life. To the geeks who thrive on this concept: think again!

Finally, after the horrible tribulations in the early autumn, I received the ultimate gratification: Paris! Oh, la vie boheme Parisienne! My heart stays in Paris, and I weep for the white buildings with gorgeous iron railings and black roofs. For the endless boulevards and the falling autumn leaves. For the unequaled relationship between the old and the new. For the gold that kisses the countenance of kings and cherubs and gods. For the immortality of art and love. I will not tell the story of 4 best friends in Paris on this page because it is too long, too beautiful and I tell it better verbally, but a poem inspired by the experience will be available soon.

Now for current events. University sucks more than ever! Seriously, its level of suckiness is beyond all imagination. I am almost at a loss for words, but since I am back on the blog track, I will detail my frustration in entries to come.

However, the greatest suffering has come in the form of an eye infection. In some cultures it is known as aliens laying eggs in one’s eyes. In my native language it is known as “ulcior”. I have never had this crap before. It hurts when I blink, I feel my eye being raped, and it doesn’t help that I have to keep it covered in antibiotic almost all day long. Life has cheated me through dust or some kind of staphylococcus. I am told this is quite common, but it sucks when it happens to you! Damn you, left eye! And today, when my mum finally managed to drag me to the eye hospital (I have this issue with hospitals, and doctors, unless we are talking about Dr. House), I get this stupid piece of advice from the doctor who spent, oh, under 5 minutes on my inflamed eye: boost your immunity by:

1) ingest yeast (yeah, right, like that will happen)

2) drink milk with yeast in it (WTF)

3) become an alcoholic (well, not necessarily) by drinking unfiltered beer, since it contains yeast

4) some eco bull crap medicine

Now, the problem with number 3 is that I despise beer. I prefer wine, liquor, vodka, cocktails, cognac, champagne, and just about ANYTHING that doesn’t taste and smell like urine. Yes, I am a snob when it comes to booze. And no, I am not an ethanol abuser. But some Swedish coffee (that contains everything BUT coffee) never hurt anyone, hehe!

Alas, I must leave you, dear readers. And by dear readers I mean the poor people I am about to spam with my blog entry. Sorry, but do comment if you’ve enjoyed at least one paragraph of my nostalgic ramble. I would cry right now, because I missed you and I missed writing for you, and I missed my pretty background, but if I cried, I would get disgusting eye cream all over my face. Ewww. I am disgusted with myself.

And lastly, since I was too lazy to write a mini novel about Paris on this blog, I hope pictures really are worth 1000 words. Enjoy:

From the Eiffel Tower

the lucky bastards who saw Paris in all its glory!

Au Clair De La Lune, mon ami Tour Eiffel

if everything works out, that will be my future building...one of them

That fountain never works! Still, Versailles is gorgeous!

Notre Dame de Paris

Naughty boys!

Le Louvre: we saw it all (90%) in 3 hours! We are beyond godlike!

HAPPY! YAAAY! I SAW THE LOUVRE! MUST. GO. AGAIN.

view from the Arc du Triomphe...

Sun sets more beautifully in Paris

my best friends

me and my precious

Ok, so I have about 400 pics in total. You didn’t expect to see them all, did you?

Okay, I am pissed off! I am so so angry. The only thing I EVER watch on TV anymore is one show. One single show, consisting of political and social commentary done by one of the very few intelligent TV-show hosts in my country. He is brilliant, and as one would expect, with intelligence comes anger towards the retarded system which governs my fair land, and especially towards the maggot infested idiots who support it and thrive in it. I share in his anger and frustration but one particular subject really found an echo in my brain. A subject, related, of course, to education.

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Wow, loooong time no write…Sorry. The past two weeks have been unimaginably crappy. School has tormented me more than ever, an exam has been failed once more (it wasn’t exactly a surprise) and I’ve had two very emotionally-consuming events. I shall tell you all about them.

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So 13 is a crappy number? Think again. 13 is a flipping awesome number and this bizarre month of March (bizarre because it keeps snowing!), it has brought me nothing but joy. I’ll tell you all about it!

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Three weeks ago, when I realized in horror that House MD would come back with an episode on the 8th of March, I panicked and almost freaked out! I cannot leave without my House fix, I seriously cannot. I am addicted to it, and it’s probably not Hugh Laurie’s fault (yes it is, for being a damned genius), and I could not fathom my existence without my weekly fix. And finally, I am complete again. And the episode was absolutely splendid.

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Some years ago (I think I was in the 11th grade), I found a book in my favourite bookstore which bore a name and a cover suggesting that it hailed from the fantasy genre, one of my favourite genres, to be precise. It was “The Knight” by Gene Wolfe. I had never heard of the author before, mostly because of the fact that the bookstore system in my country is still developing. Books in English (the only language I read in willingly) are becoming more and more every year, and we are on the right track. Anyway, I got this book while I was basically a huge fan of fantasy literature. I still am, but my tastes have evolved in terms of range, quality, detail and genre. But this book, The Knight is special to me because it is one of the two books I could not finish when I began and it took me 2 years to pick it up again and re-read it. It was a great experience and I’ll explain why.

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Due to the anger issues of last week, I decided to drag my boyfriend to the Alice In Wonderland movie on the premiere day at my second home, the Mall’s Cinema. Not that he didn’t want to see it (he is a Tim Burton fan after all), but we had been planning to go together with our best friends (and we will go next week, obviously), but I was so depressed and angry last week, I knew I HAD to see it or I would simply become more violent as time passed. For me, anything that Tim Burton touches is sacred gold and his movies are immortal, sublime and will last forever. This is the kind of movie that a crazed fan like me needs to see on the very first day.

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Due to the anger issues of last week, I decided to drag my boyfriend to the Alice In Wonderland movie on the premiere day at my second home, the Mall’s Cinema. Not that he didn’t want to see it (he is a Tim Burton fan after all), but we had been planning to go together with our best friends (and we will go next week, obviously), but I was so depressed and angry last week, I knew I HAD to see it or I would simply become more violent as time passed. For me, anything that Tim Burton touches is sacred gold and his movies are immortal, sublime and will last forever. This is the kind of movie that a crazed fan like me needs to see on the very first day.

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Okay, this will be a very short post, more like a filler, but I simply fill too inspired right now not to write. The sad fact is that lately I’ve been either too busy, or too lazy, or in such a bad disposition, I found myself unable and unwilling to post. But it’s not fair to my poor little blog, so I will try to be more committed than that.

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