Tingles is officially a word I need to use more often. It's not a word one encounters too often outside of the phrase "My spidey-senses are tingling," which admittedly does come up fairly often. This little window of opportunity does give me a chance to shout out to some of my other pleasant-not-particularly-common words: windswept, ominous, tangent, baffled, lurk, bemused, abyss, jaunty, demigod, ramshackle, and of course swoop. If I was really awesome I'd make a paragraph or perhaps short story including all of those, but I'm not feeling the vibes.
Well that was an agreeable little tangent (hey! One of the words I like!), yes? The main topic for this evening is, however, the forthcoming epicness that is Watchmen. The movie opens tomorrow night, and I've been trying my darnedest not to read any reviews or anything like that, and not spend too much time reading interviews with the cast or that sort of thing, but it's not easy. Whenever I turn on a TV, the problem is complicated by Warner Bros. decision to barrage mainstream channels and viewers with a torrent of Watchmen ads, which I can't help but feel is slightly futile. If you're going to see the movie, you bloody well know at this point. Either you are looking forward to seeing to seeing 40-foot tall Dr. Manhattan's giant blue junk flopping majestically across the big screen or you're not. How/if they managed to do that tastefully is fully beyond me.
My latest reason to adore Watchmen - not that such a thing was needed in the least - is the release of the soundtrack on iTunes a couple of days ago. My mind was blown. Bob Dylan. Jimi Hendrix. Simon and Garfunkel. Billie Holiday. Janis Joplin. Leonard Cohen. "Ride of the Valkyries," for crying out loud! This is a good sign that the film shall be as epic as I envision.
I have at least a full post's worth of bullet points, but I reckon I'll save those for a rainy day. Perhaps I'll leave you to bask in the glow of my awesomeness: yesterday, all by myself, I patched a huge hole in my jeans. Now they look awesome. Like me.
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Interestingly enough, Dr. Manhattan's junk is quite a hot button issue (or at least it was). Hardcore fans were worried that the movie would leave out the infamous man bits.
thing that is true: if a reviewer doesn't like the movie, he/she invariably brings up aforementioned junk
you couldn't thread the needle by yourself?
hey there. lets not be hating. the hole in the needle is literally only 3 atoms wide, and trying to convince a limp and vaguely frayed thread to enter said hole was about a 2 on a scale of 1 to possible.
This discussion is ripe with double entendres...
in lieu of me saying my thread was "limp and vaguely fraying," your comment alarms me.
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