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Okay, so, despite getting about three hours of sleep a day for the past three days, I managed in the past 24 hours to both watch three Rogers and Hammerstein musicals and write a paper on them, produce about five pages of fiction to turn in for creative writing class (and by that I mean real fiction--I didn't succumb to the temptation to cheat and turn in semi-autobiographical naval gazing like half the rest of the class), and still manage to make my Southern history class. Sleep is for the weak!
Yesterday was Tinker day, that special day which comes but once a year (well, twice this year, actually) when Hollins students get up at seven am, put on costumes purchased from Goodwill, and climb to the top of Tinker Mountain. And then our-pseuodo-sorority ADA chooses their new members, the classes sing badly written filks and put on skits, and the smart people skip out on all of it and start hiking back down again. This year, I climbed up with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lostcatholic and sssargon, and made the mistake of wearing a corset, riding pants, and my suede musketeer boots (the ones with the four-inch heels). Safety tip: don't climb a fucking mountain in four inch heels and a Victorian corset. My legs and feet still ache, and I had to take the boots off and go barefoot for the walk down. On the plus side, I apparently earned a lot of cool points for hiking up a mountain in bondage gear.
Sin City: Go See it Now
pixyofthestyx and I made a pilgrimage to the Valley View Grande cinema or the express purpose of watching it this weekend, and hoy God but it was fun. Nobody does gloriously gratuitous violence and twisted anti-heroes like Robert Rodriguez. The man is a genius.
And Clive Owen is utterly lickable. Especially when he's dumping the bodies of murder victims in the LeBrea tar pits.
All of y'all have got to go see this movie, if only for the awesome visual effects--the whole thing is done in black and white with spot colouring, and truly looks like the art from Frank Miller's comic. Neon-white blood spatters and women done all in grey except for the eyes, crime scenes where the only colour is the bright red or yellow blood, Elijah Wood with huge, blank white spectacles instead of eyes... and characters with claws, scars, and just a touch of superhuman speed or strength.
People should make movies in noir black and white more often.
Yesterday was Tinker day, that special day which comes but once a year (well, twice this year, actually) when Hollins students get up at seven am, put on costumes purchased from Goodwill, and climb to the top of Tinker Mountain. And then our-pseuodo-sorority ADA chooses their new members, the classes sing badly written filks and put on skits, and the smart people skip out on all of it and start hiking back down again. This year, I climbed up with
lostcatholic and sssargon, and made the mistake of wearing a corset, riding pants, and my suede musketeer boots (the ones with the four-inch heels). Safety tip: don't climb a fucking mountain in four inch heels and a Victorian corset. My legs and feet still ache, and I had to take the boots off and go barefoot for the walk down. On the plus side, I apparently earned a lot of cool points for hiking up a mountain in bondage gear.Sin City: Go See it Now
pixyofthestyx and I made a pilgrimage to the Valley View Grande cinema or the express purpose of watching it this weekend, and hoy God but it was fun. Nobody does gloriously gratuitous violence and twisted anti-heroes like Robert Rodriguez. The man is a genius.And Clive Owen is utterly lickable. Especially when he's dumping the bodies of murder victims in the LeBrea tar pits.
All of y'all have got to go see this movie, if only for the awesome visual effects--the whole thing is done in black and white with spot colouring, and truly looks like the art from Frank Miller's comic. Neon-white blood spatters and women done all in grey except for the eyes, crime scenes where the only colour is the bright red or yellow blood, Elijah Wood with huge, blank white spectacles instead of eyes... and characters with claws, scars, and just a touch of superhuman speed or strength.
People should make movies in noir black and white more often.