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Jill aka jmaria
03 December 2009 @ 04:47 pm
Okay, so I never finished 23 for 23 byt the time I was 23. And I didn't even try for 24. But. I'm insane again. So we're going to try this again.

Ahem.
25 FOR 25
You know the drill:

Give me one pairing/characters that you would like to see in fic form. Just the character and Fandom. I'm simplifying.

Fandoms: Angel, Bones, Buffy, Castle, CSI:NY (I can fake the other two if so requested), Dark Angel, Doctor Who, Eureka, Psych, Sarah Jane, Supernatural, Torchwood and anything else that I'm fairly well known for. As far as movies and books go, just add an additional fandom in case I don't know it.

That's it. It's ridiculously easy. They won't be done by the tenth (I'm good, but not that good), but I'm hoping they'll be done by january. Okay. So go ahead, request.
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Current Location: my bed
Current Mood: creative
Current Music: AFV for some ungodly reason
 
 
Jill aka jmaria
24 November 2009 @ 02:46 am
ugh. just a post to update the status of a few of my stories

Sarmatian Ladies was updated here.
23 for 23 was updated here. I'll post them here in a bit, but the links will take you to the latest six chapters.
There are a couple of other updated or made new.
 
 
Jill aka jmaria
12 May 2009 @ 07:22 am
I cannot believe it's been nearly a year since I've last posted. ok, just had a weird flashback to confessing that I stole Joelle's earrings and yelled at her to Father Fee in our yearly grade school conffesionals . It's been a crazy year. just wanted to drop a line and let everyone know I'm still here. later
 
 
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Current Music: spider-man
 
 
Jill aka jmaria
02 June 2008 @ 05:24 am
My mom's in the hospital.  She's gotta have triple bipass surgery because she had a minor heart attack last night.  

I feel so useless and stupid and just broken because i don't know what to do and it scares the shit out of me.  I spent three and half hours at the hospital not taking any of it in because THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!  My mom is scared and she looked so small and scared in the hospital and I feel just useless and all I want to do is cry my eyes out and curl into a bawl and not have to put a stupid happy smile on my face because I don't want to add any stress to her right now.

But she's at the same fucking hospital my dad was in, on the same fucking floor I last remember visiting him on, with those same fucking smells and sounds and I hate it.  And it scares me. 
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Jill aka jmaria

Medium: TV/Movie/Miniseries
Fandom: Tin Man
Subject: Azkadellia/Jeb Cain
Title: Victims of This Self-Same Tragedy
Warnings: Spoilers for the Miniseries


 
 
Current Location: sofacity, sweetheart
Current Music: Run - Leona Lewis
 
 
Jill aka jmaria
21 May 2008 @ 10:32 pm

OMG, Adam as a weapons expert on CSI: NY (Brett)  My heart just did a fandom squee!  Adam!!!  Crap, I just wish I had an Adam icon.  Must've gotten rid of it.

 
 
Current Location: a chair
Current Music: CSI: NY
 
 
Jill aka jmaria
OMG.  John Williams is a LIE!  A Damnable lie.  Why? (It is far too early to be rhyming) The man has used a variation of one song for four movies! For three different directors who never even noticed! Seriously.  I recently rebought the Indiana Jones series (having taped Raiders off of Sci-Fi and having an old VHS copy of Last Crusade, somehow I never ever saw Temple.  I thought I had, but it was Goonies memories.) and, knowing how much Spielberg and Lucas love Williams, I tried to hum the Star Wars theme.  But everytime I did, it turned into Indy.  And then I asked my mother, who hummed Star Trek and was of no use.  Then I thought I had it and it turned into Superman!  I finally resorted to digging out a mix CD I burned like a year ago that I knew had the theme on there, which led to listening to the whole thing.  Finally, there was a song that is basically guys singing quotes from the original trilogy.  AND YOU CAN HEAR THE THEMES TO SW, INDY, SUPERMAN, and at one point JAWS in there!  FTW?  How did the smart bastard get away with it? </nerd rant>

Okay, but seriously, that is fucked up.

On other news.  *bounce* INDY 4 COMES OUT IN ONE DAY (or like 16 hours, if you go to a midnight viewing, which I will not be doing, damit) *deflated bounce*  Someone needs to go see this movie with me.  Like pronto.  My sister won't, my mother won't   and I am a damn slave to the red shirt - which is pissing me off.  They've got us on this stupid ass new policy where if we punch a minute late, the computer clocks us in as being truent or some shit.  Because I get a ride to work, I'm often on the list - my ride has this thing where she thinks she has more time to dick around with than she actually does (and as it is I have to take stupid days off so she can take classes) - my boss moved my punch time which was 5pm because that's when my ride gets done with work to 5:30, but they'll let me still punch at 5.  I can't tell her this, or I'll be getting there at six.  I can't take another hour cut, I'm barely pulling in 22 hours a week as it is.  So, because the bosses are supposed to fix my punches, I'm supposed to be good.  Except now I've got one day from last week marked as being absent because someone didn't fix my punch the same day.  They are driving me nuts!  And then last night they fucked around with the entire GM side of the store and sent us all home at 9, when we were scheduled till 10/11ish.  So I worked four hours and was home in time to watch the last twenty minutes of NCIS (which I didn't cuz we taped it).  And I bought National Treasure 2, which was pretty damn good, but I'm easy and I love Justin Bantha (sp?) aka Riley Poole.  But I wanted Diary of the Dead dammit, and we didn't have it (but we did have Day of the Dead, and if they pull it from the shelves before I can buy it on thursday I will probably cry.  Day is hella hard to find.  It's the only Romero Dead (other than Diary) flick that I don't have.  And I love me some Romero)

In case you're wondering, my phase having self is going like this: Treasure Hunters & Zombies for movies, Paranormal & Regencies for books, and Alien (Doctor Who variety) & Crime Solving (NCIS, Criminal Minds) for TV.  Music is, as it always is, a mix bag of whatever ya got.  Although, Leona Lewis and A Fine Frenzy are getting a lot of play. 

My uncle finally tied the knot.  I got a wee bit drunk at the bacheolorette party on the 10th (four bars, five drinks and a crazy cousin bounce to Low that will live in infamy), got home at 4 after eating Taco Bell which is kinda awesome if you're a bit drunk, and then had to go to work at 9 am.  Yeah, I went to work a bit fuzzy and sleepy.  It was fun.  I even went with make-up on, and i never wear make-up to work.
The wedding was fun.  Because the ceremony was at noon and the reception wasn't until 6 pm, I got to do an outfit change.  It was cool.  I now own two little black dresses and a very cool hankerchief like blouse that was all the rage, plus a pair of pants that are two sizes smaller than my other pants and actually fit and look good.
I got to see my cousins Brian and Kevin who are like two and three years younger than me.  I haven't seen them since the last big family wedding because they live up north.  I talked to my little cousin at the bar!  Brian's twenty-one, and I cannot friken believe it.  My little cousin can drink legally!  (we were always thrown together at family functions, and we have pictures of us dancing at my sister's wedding almost sixteen years ago, it's so weird that he's finally taller than me and can drink. neither of us were legal at the last wedding)
My thirteen year old niece dragged me out on the dance floor for most of the fast songs including a slightly more sober reenactment of the Low dance the weekend before, and I stayed away from the slow ones - no one to really dance with.  Julie got crocked on seven or eight cranberry & vodkas.  And then the next morning we had to go to a family get together at my uncle's (the one who just got married) house before I had to go off to work.  My body hurt in places I didn't know I could hurt.

Then my niece had a dream about my dad.  He told her he loved her, and that he wanted her to tell us that he loved us.  She's been having a rough year, and it kinda freaked her out.  He died before she was born, but Julie had a dream before she knew she was pregnant with Sammie of Dad giving her a little baby girl.  It's fitting that she would dream about him.  And Renate, Mariah's (my brother-in-law's oldest daughter) three year old daughter, told her mom that Daddy Joe came to protect her when she was sleeping.  Her father's name is also Joe, so Mariah asked her if she meant her dad, and she said no, that he told her he used to watch over her aunt Seaira, Julie's oldest.  I like to think he is, because god knows those two girls need an angel or three looking out for them.
 
 
Current Location: sofacity, sweetheart
Current Mood: blah
Current Music: Stop and Stare - One Republic
 
 
Jill aka jmaria
30 April 2008 @ 11:39 am
I know, it's like noon.  I should be awake.  But I have yet to be to sleep - thank god I don't have to work for until five.

Wrote some of the epic saga that is Nine's First Fallen Companion, aka Dawn Summers.
Tweaked art for both that and Victims of this Self-Same Tragedy, my Tin Man fic in the works/fanmix project for Azkadellia and Jeb Cain.
Touched up the Bitten Plum polish on my toes - which means I'm now officially rocking Gryffindor colors (red toes, gold fingers).  They were green as of two days ago, but work stress kicked them off.

So on the plan for the day: sleep, work, eat, repeat.  Maybe write or watch dvds (Evil Dead II again, or Clerks II or Evil Dead - if I get around to buying it at work tonight) or tvds (Torchwood series one, or maybe season two of Supernatural).

Okay, my download finished, so now I go sleepy bye.
 
 
Current Location: sofa city, sweetheart
Current Music: Run - Leona Lewis
 
 
Jill aka jmaria
04 April 2008 @ 10:20 am

Top 5 Disney animated films:
5. Mulan
4. The Sword in the Stone
3. Pocahontas
2. The Black  Cauldron
1. Sleeping Beauty

Horror Movie of the Week: 
Unearthed              5/5

Tote count high: 33 (TWO COFFIN BOXES)

Guilty pleasure of the month(s):
Regency romances
Paranormal romances
TVDs

Other randomness:
Bitten Plum polish on my toes
sportin' the new 'do
crushing issues with a boy...(and god, am I getting too old for this crap)

 
 
Current Location: living room
Current Mood: awake
Current Music: Bones season one
 
 
Jill aka jmaria
05 December 2007 @ 03:26 pm
Okay - 15 spots filled for 23 for 23 - that leaves eight spots open.  Eight spots - miss a pairing from an old fic of mine?  Want to see an additional scene from a wip of mine?  Go ahead, ask for them.  (If I triple-dog dare you will that help?) 
 
 
Jill aka jmaria
14 November 2007 @ 04:09 am
I'm another year older, and still as crazy as ever, apparently. You all remember the fic insanity of 21 for 21 and 22 for 22, no? Well, in less than a month's time it will be that special day again.

For those of you who forgot what it is here's a little update:

Q1. What is 23 for 23, again?
A1. 23 for 23 is a fic project that jmaria (me, jbeaners48) has been doing for the last three years (there is no 20 for 20 because sadly, I tried to do it all in a day)

Q2. What's with all this reader participation crap?
A2. Well, the prompts come from the readers, really. I give a list of fandom info, and the readers pick out the two or more main characters they want to see in said fic. All ficlets will be posted on December the 10th (my b-day and the reason for 23 for 23)

Q3. And the fandoms are?
A3. TV: Buffyverse(but of course), Firefly, Supernatural, Doctor Who, Roswell, Criminal Minds (I'm trying here people, as my sister dragged me into the fandom), Grey's Anatomy (see note on CM), Heroes (though it's based purely on first season), BSG 2000verse, NCIS, and CSI:NY or Miami (LV is a black hole to me, I barely know what's going on out there)
Books: Christine Feehan's Dark Series, JR Ward's Black Dagger Brotherhood, Kenyon's Dark-Hunters, JK's Boy Who Lived (HP)
Movies: Transformers, King Arthur, X-Men, Fantastic 4, Ghost Rider, Spider-man, High School Musical (1 not 2 - only have the soundtrack), Sky High, Hocus Pocus, Ghostbusters.

Q4. What are the rules?
A4. Set-in-stone - basically that each person request a maximum of two requests. Just give me the names and a time of day (literally, sunset sunrise, high noon, 4:38 pm) and a time of year (spring, summer, winter, fall).
Optional - I'd prefer if they were crossovers with Buffyverse (what can I say, it's my comfort zone), but pure fic is an option. I'd also ask that they be mainly het or gen requests, but I can do slash in a pinch (I'm not saying it's gonna be great or even good, but I'll try it)

So that's it in a gist. Request if you wanna and point it out to others. I want to have all the requests in the next day or so, so I can get a heads start.
 
 
Jill aka jmaria

Had the most bizarre night at work.  In retail, one comes to expect this - someone's always going to try and rip you off.  Sometimes with pricing errors or bitching about not having the sale product or people actually ripping you off and blatantly ripping product off the shelves.  I've found empty boxes and wrappers for nearly everything - condoms, cough medicine, cds, dvds and tvds, toys, seeds, clothes, dog toys, bags of half-eaten bulk food, deer urine - everything. 

Tonight's ripoff was not anything out of the ordinary - booze was the desired possession, and was desired by baby.  Okay, so he was fifteen - that still makes him a baby trying to steal Yager.  For the love of Pete, he's only a year older than Seaira!  He's a friggen' baby.  I digress.  So apparently LP (loss prevention -  which is just a fancy name for Plain Clothes Rent-a-Cops) was tracking said baby who was giving up all of these tells about being in the middle of trying to successfully steal something he really shouldn't have for at least another six years, when he started running - or walking really - towards the door.  One of our younger and newer (read still kinda gives a shit) comes tearing down the back T aisle where I am talking to Joe, one of the guys I work with.  Next thing I know, he's slowing down and asking the new guy Dwight something, and they both start running to the grocery side of the store.  Me and Joe look at each other like - "okay, bizarre" - because LP barely nods at any of us ever let alone talk to us.  But we shrug it off, and Joe went to the backroom to look for something for a guest.  Not a minute later I hear this big crash.  Don't think anything of it because hey, stuff falls over or gets hit all the time.

Come to find out that sound - it was Baby getting slammed into the Exit door while trying to come In it.  And not the doors that lead outside either - no, he's trying to come back in.  Shattered the glass, but managed not to drop the bottle.  And not only was he trying to put hair on his chest with the Yager he was apparently trying to kill all of his braincells, because during the pat down in the LP office they found a pot blunt.  This is the generation that's going to run the world when I'm old and gray?  And on top of it - his mother and what I'm assuming was his sister got all indignant that they even had to come to the store.  I'm half expecting them to go to some news station or press outlet and complain at how over the top LP was during his apprehension.  Crack babies running the world, I tell ya.

 
 
Current Location: ma sister's bed
Current Mood: apathetic
Current Music: Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year - Fall Out Boy
 
 
Jill aka jmaria
Teensy, weensy summary about my glorius summer.

- went kinda-immediately back to retail hell with one tiny glich - they no longer had the hours to keep me in hardlines (pets, auto, sports, hardware, & toys).  I got hijacked by the Garden center and then hijacked again by the gas station.  I can now proudly say that I know the out the door prices of Newport, Marlboro, Monarch, Misty, Virginia Slims, Basics, and Kools.  And I don't even smoke.

- went next to no where save Frankenmuth with Mom & Joelle and up to Harrison for an extended family canoe trip (which included our canoe tipping, my cousin Mike's beer flying into the river after we hit another tree, my cousin Becky running face first into another tree, her husband Dave drunk-dialing everyone and their brother, and lots and lots of drinking - except for me (I had like two drinks the first night and one and a half the second because I threw up (barely a mouthful)) because I was popping tylenol extra strength like they were tic tacs because....

- I had to get two teeth pulled in my upper right side (teeth 1 & 2 if you really want to know).  Ouch with a side of -ie

- I saw most of the big summer Blockbusters (Transformers, OotP, Spidey-3, Die Hard, and Superbad (with my mother and older sisters nonetheless - Mom hated it with a fiery passion but we were trying to cheer up Julie because ...

- My 13 & 12 year old nieces have lost their damn minds.  Literally in one case - both have been caught smoking, making out with guys at least 15yr & up (22 allegedly)  and my nephew is a mouthy little shit.

- Read DH - cried my fricken eyes out.  Also managed to read all of Sherrilyn Kenyon's Dark-Hunters series (I'm reading the Dream Hunter and already have Devil May Cry waiting patiently for me to finish it.)  This is the first summer in about five (if not more) years where I've read so few books.  Seriously.  Joelle has read more books than me this summer - and it almost always takes her six months to a year to read most of her books (Mitch Albom's books being the one exception to the rule.)

- And maybe I haven't read so much because all of the Chinese/Korean/Japanese dramas I've been absorbing on-line like a fiend.  Hmmm, that could be why *eyeroll*

- which I guess is kinda good seeing as our TV in the front room flatlined on us last week.  Literally, all you could see in the center of our tv was a white line.  

- And while we were cleaning out the basement for big trash pick up (the poor tv's out on the lawn as I type) my mom dropped an old tool/nail/screw case of my dad's and found a Nazi/Fascist coin from 1937 (seriously it's got the eagle and the weird nazi symbol and says something Reich 1937 (I'm assuming the something in front of it means Third).  It could have been my great-Grandmother Messana's.  She still had family over in Sicily back then.  Or my dad could have found it and said 'ooh, shiny' much like I do all the time.

- I went to a Tigers game for my sisters school (8-21 - all those orange shirts in the crowd? I was one of them) which we won 2-1.

In the ficness of my life - Interoffice Stereotypes (my Millicent/Fred AU OotP) has gotten *le gasp* THREE Chapter updates in the last two months (all of which are up at both tthfanfic.com and fanfiction.net under the Jmaria penname).  Sarmatian Ladies has two more chapters before the conclusion, but the muses won't let me work on it.  Even though that sounds like a copout, I know what's going to happen in the final two chapters - hell, that's been planned out almost since the beginning of the story - but every time I start to work on it, the scenes flow out too choppily.  Chapter seventeen is halfway done (about two and a half pages - six pages is the minimum amount of pages I require of myself for each chapter and they often go over six).  Also, planning on working on The Will of Love (Sev&Wes brother fic) and On Our Own (Ghostbuster/Peter is Faith's dad drabble series.)  FfA fanmix three was completed and Support Structures (Faith is Warren Peace's half sister fic) was updated.  Um, oh, new FfA fanmix four was started (god help me, I made 5 more random mix cd's)

I've also gotten the idea for new original fiction (a feat that hasn't been accomplished in almost two years - talk about a dry spell).  I have two plot ideas for two different stories.  I might post them here, but most of the response just comes from the fanfic.  

Okay - longer than I thought and I have to be out at the gas station at 7 so - peace!
 
 
Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: Labrynth on the TV
 
 
Jill aka jmaria

So I've had an insanely busy month/set of weeks.  Really.  Last weekend there was the (former) Stripper shower on sunday and on Saturday I finally went and saw 300.


The Shower - sweet lord. I thought my aunts were going to kill each other or, you know just sit around in a useless, drunken stupor (and it was pretty close on both counts).  Aunt J was pissed because the itsy-bitsy room was short a brides table, pissed about Aunt Do being late and forgetting her camera (she never leaves home without one) and getting a craptastic cake, Aunt P didn't pay her half of the room rental and basically sat like a lump for the whole thing, and Aunt De was just her normal moronic self.  Plus Aunt J is just completely pissed about the wedding to begin with - so she was no where near her happy place.  And my mom?  Somehow my mom got dubbed the ringleader of this three-ring-circus shower.  So she did most of the work because the others just couldn't manage it.

This weekend Linny & I went and saw Kathy Griffin again.  Much better than the last time and we were giggling ourselves crazy during the Catholic-swearers bit (because we both are Catholic and we know that it's completely true).  After the concert we weren't ready to go home, so we decided to see another movie - TMNT.
Next weekend is Easter at my cousin Jenny's and the Christina concert on Monday with Cortiee and Linny.  The weekend after that is the Stripper wedding and the week after that is finals.  Oh joy.
 
 
Current Location: my desk (for a change)
Current Music: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles vhs
 
 
Jill aka jmaria
30 March 2007 @ 11:02 pm
Seriously, this is what happens when you decide 'hey, it might be fun to figure out who the hell everyone is in the Marvel universe' - because I'm clearly insane and needed an excuse to pull an all-nighter to get myself back on some sort of normal sleep pattern.  It started with random youtube watching and mutated to looking up stuff on wikipedia. God save me.

So as I was walking to grab some lunch (and as it turned out, provisions for dinner), and as I was bemoaning the upcoming Stripper wedding, I thought about nifty kinda superhero names for my cousins wives/husbands (see the insanity yet?).  I will now refer to them as such, starting with the longest married.  This is also a very good reason why no one should ever marry into my family - myself and everyone else will rip you to shreds just cause we can: 
 
 
Jill aka jmaria

Cue to Thursday - when I think I'm going to have to present my Kobe Bryant rape case in ethics-  srsly, it's been pushed back by five weeks now, because we just take too long in analysing them as a group.  I'll give y'all the gist of it - the chick who claimed that KB raped her five years ago had all of her personal biz spread out on the web and by certain disc jockeys in the sake of 'fairness' - their reasoning was if their beloved and oh-so-sainted KB's getting hitched with the rapist stigma, girly's gotta get her name on that too.  Her college paper got in on it too, by interviewing her friends and people who knew her (while never using their full names nor using hers for the sake of her privacy).  I have to answer three questions, and the biggest one I'm having an issue with is: should rape be treated any differently than other adult crimes: murder, robbery, and other big crime.  I came off on this originally as: Yes, hell yes, it should be treated differently because it's different than those other crimes.
The victim or potential-victim has to live with the consquences of the potential attack for the rest of her/his life, and no-one can tell me that it doesn't seriously screw a person up for life.  It's a violation that deeper and more personal than any other kind of crime.  Someone else was inside your body without your permission, threatening your life if you don't do what they demand of you.  You have two options: do what they say, or fight and neither one guarentees that you'll walk away from the situation alive.  Hell, yes it's a different kind of crime.  I posed this question to my mom and sisters and (apart from the jaw dropping moment my sisters and I had when my mom uttered the now-prolific line with such force: "I think convicted rapists should be castrated.  And then they should eat it!", which prompted us all to say throughout Frankenmuth "And then they should eat it!" after everything.) they all agreed that it should be treated differently.  Of course, that's asking a  third grade teacher, a mother of two girls and a grandmother with three daughters.
But then during the five-week pushback, I read up on it and stumbled on some articles from when the big scandal broke that made me re-evalutate my stand.  Some say it creates a stigma and in general a few of family and friends finding out about it more than a health or safety concern.  It also leads to the 'she-was-asking-for-it by wearing/talking/acting that/that way stigma.  I get the first stigma, but I don't think it's so much the finding out about it as it is the feeling of I-should-have-done-this.  
Reviewers who left comments on the articles argued back and forth about revealing a possible-rape-victim's (sorry, it works better than accuser-of-rape, that just slants it against the person) identity.  Right now the accepted policy is to not run the name without the person's consent (unless, you know, you get potentially-raped by someone famous, apparently).  Personally, I could give two shits about Kobe Bryant or the endorsement losses he suffered because he couldn't keep his pecker in his pants, but the girl-in-question dropped the criminal charges against him and filed a civil suit because she was getting threatening emails and phone calls from his devoted fanboys and fangirls for putting their superstar in jail over it (and wasn't he released in like hours?) that got to be too much.

this is where you come in, gentle viewers.  
Do you think rape cases should be handled differently than other major crime cases?

 
 
Current Location: in ma bed
Current Music: Cursed By Beauty - 300 OST
 
 
Jill aka jmaria
17 March 2007 @ 11:40 pm
I swear to god, I got drunker when I was a freshman in college then I did when I was a senior/4th year.  SRSLY >_<  (granted, I only had one mixed drink that night four years ago but that beats the whopping none I had today)  And instead of living up the life of a care-free college student - I did five loads of laundry and made my bed.  I am so fricken old-farty it's not even funny.  SERIOUSLY  >_<
 
 
Current Music: The Hot Gates - 300 OST
 
 
Jill aka jmaria
Yeah, so the mega crossover that ate my brain has done so again.  Granted, it was always eating at my brain, but seeing as the twelfth of this month was the two year anniversary of Protector of the Weak, I'm kinda geeked that this fic has been such a big part of my life.  Which is why I've been working on part 16 of it for the last few nights like crazy.  And manipping like a mad fool, and even making a very crappy 28 second long vid teaser for the last two parts.

*le sigh*

And making screencaps!  I've been doing screencaps from a bunch of my dvds and tvds in order to make crossover manips, (Hitchhiker's Guide, the Covenant, the Hole, Troy and Gladiator have been the last five I've capped) so it was a good reason to pull out KA and make some nice caps.  Only I'm not even halfway through the movie and I'm at 400.  The most I've done for any other movie is 260 (Troy, but only because Saffron Burrows is in it and she's my Europa for SL and PotW).  Besides I've had to stop it like three times because I kept picturing Dawn in it the whole freaking time, half-expecting her to pop up like she did in the story.  Good god!

EDIT: Good god, I just finished capping it and still bawled my eyes out at the lake and battle scenes.  Two years later and the movie still has the same affect on me.  Every fricken time!  Plus 630-ish caps! including the roundtable discussion but not the making of feature.  Went to do Tristan + Isolde caps, and the damn computer won't read the disc.  I know it works, I've watched it at home!  So now I have to make caps off the next dvd in the pile: a dollar store classic (okay, so it was CVS not a dollar store) Lord Protector: The Riddle of the Chosen.  So-so story, so-so acting, decent costumes.
 
 
Jill aka jmaria
15 February 2007 @ 10:00 pm
WTF??? )
 
 
Jill aka jmaria
14 February 2007 @ 12:34 pm
So after my sister called me at 6:30 this morning to gloat that her school was closed because of the snow and my bastard university was NOT, I angrily went back to sleep. 

My dreams are seriously bizarre.  It started off as Sister Act III - do not ask me why, I don't know.  Whoopi Goldberg was dressed up like she was in her eighties and passing out peaches in a place that looked like a mix between Romeo and Frankenmuth.  Then it hopped over to  some spoof-movie about end-of-the-world scenarios and zombies walking the earth.  There were three female soldiers/detainers/fighters and their male captain, a male zombie one of the women was screwing, two male under-captains who were in their eighties and the captain's young clumsy daughter.  Didn't stay there very long because the next thing I know, I'm in the arctic with the First doctor, Barbara, the guy that was with them, and Susan.  There were nazis and penguins and a mock palm tree (with a coconut top) that had bunches of bananas that had been roasted and preserved and could feed the crew and the penguins.  And then a young British-Nazi (but not really) found them and helped the crew to escape...only to turn out to be a crew member of the starship Enterprise.....yeah.

Then I'm in the desert in a car with Buffy, Giles, Xander, and Willow and something happens to them.  They get hurled into different dimensions.  I'm not sure what happens with the others, I kinda follow Xander.  He tracks down Joyce (who's alive) to find Buffy and Dawn, but instead of two daughters, she's got two sons.  Brad and Larry.  And Larry is a transvestite who calls himself  "Buffy'.  So then he tracks down Cordelia only to find her living the perfect domestic life - except she's dead.  He finally tracks down Buffy who's name is Joellen in this dimension and he goes driving with her, but she crashes the car and dies.  Then he's followed around by Buffy and Cordy's ghosts, who are bickering all along the way.

Then finally, I'm on set as an extra in Doctor Who series one, and Chris Eccelston shakes my hand and tells me I really ought to brush my teeth.  And then I woke up....
 
 
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