I'm over the incident from about a week ago and can enjoy this again.

(You know, when you pay 8 bucks for a whole evening of this and then you have to wait over an hour for the guy to arrive while you're sitting between trees next to some grassland, and then you have one of the hay fever attacks of your life and are unable to breathe for the rest of the evening... that kinda sucks.)

Ich war gerade in Illuminati.
Ich kann noch nicht in Worte fassen, wie ich es fand, aber es war der erste Film mit Tom Hanks seit dem Da Vinci Code, den ich gesehen habe, falls man das Cameo im Simpsons-Film (und alte DVDs) nicht dazu zählt.

Was ist mit Arne Elsholz passiert?

Mal ehrlich, das klingt nach einem echten Sprachfehler.
Ich hab die ersten zwanzig Minuten nicht mitbekommen, was Robert Langdon gesagt hat, weil ich zu sehr damit beschäftigt war, seine Sprache zu analysieren.

I just watched some previews for the next episode of House.
Oh god, seriously?
I never liked her, but I want Stacy back. At least she didn't spend whole seasons ogling House and denying everything and then discussing with everyone how she was sooo NOT ogling House and how he was sooo NOT her type.
I wish they'd fight over House in a very physical, bloody and fatal way.

( rant )

Just needed to get that out of my system.

I'm now going to spend my day cleaning the flat and mourning Jesus's death. DANCING.

Oh my god how great was that episode of House?

I mean, MOS DEF???
And then, the patient giving comments about what was happening around him, therefore saying out loud what the audience has been thinking for ages?
The audience getting a voice, and not just a voice, but the voice of MOS FUCKING DEF???

I squealed so hard, this can only be surpassed by Stephen Fry playing House's former lover. Seriously, nothing else will do.



(And is it just me or did House look like Raymond in Girl From Rio?)

However, I didn't give a flying toss about House until the very last take. Which had this evil foreshadowing. Whoo. Exciting.

Last but not least, I love Kutner. I think they can just put House on vacation to figure out whatever his problem is while Kutner solves the cases.

So I finally finished reading Stephen King's It.

This book is huge, and the real plot maybe takes up the last 300-400 pages.
It is full of characters who aren't really important, but whose life story we get.
Yes, the reader is taken into the head of almost every single character involved, and we get the whole story of their life. That's quite a lot of POVs there.
One of the main characters is a stutterer.
The Evil is not a very original one.
The Love is a little cheesy.
There are eleven-year-olds having sex.


And I still want to worship the ground Stephen King walks on.
I don't know how he does it, but what he does, he does pretty damn well. He just gets away with everything. All of the stuff mentioned above; all the clichés; them damn brackets interrupting already incoherent thoughts with other brainfarts of the character, as if my own mind wasn't confusing enough already; the fact that almost every one of his books has a writer or illustrator in it; ...
I'm amazed almost every single time I finish one of his books.
Of course they're not all amazing. The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon, for example. Rather forced. Bag of Bones, which I never finished because it was boring as hell.
But then there are The Green Mile, Shining, Misery, Cell, Blaze, It, Cujo, hell, even Dreamcatcher was incredible (and I so despise the Alien motive).

And then, the movies? I really like horror movies and thrillers, but I've seen nothing but complete and utter shit for five years (I count the original SAW movie as a really good one), except The Mist and 1408. (Oh, and Desperation was just funny, although a little disturbing.)
And the other movies, too. The Green Mile, Misery, Pet Sematary, Apt Pupil, Dreamcatcher, Dolores, It, Carrie, Thinner and, my personal favourite, Rose Red... either his stories translate really well into films, or he writes awesome scripts.

I haven't seen it all, I haven't read it all, but what I've seen and read so far makes Stephen King my favourite author of all times. I know I love Wilde and Wodehouse and Tolkien and the occasional Shakespeare adaptation (*cough*), and I will happily read Schiller and Brecht and Dürrenmatt and appreciate their work as much as I can, but I will always go back to the man who apparently calls himself the literary equivalent of a Big Mac and fries.


It's a little weird how there is still this old argument in my head that makes me feel like I, a student of Literature, should go for the more highbrow stuff instead of simple pop literature. Which is stupid; I'm still slowly and painfully making my way through Bleak House and the book being written by Charles Dickens doesn't make up for the fact that it bores me to no end.

Speaking of Bleak House, I haven't yet read my daily two chapters.
I already miss Pennywise and the Losers :(

I've been feeling like shit for no other visible reasons than various forms of stress. So I'm having my first healthy breakfast in months to make me feel just a little better, and I've just remembered why I always thought that muesli and natural yoghurt are an insult to all things good and tasty.

I have also remembered, yesterday, that I used to like baking. So I made chocolate cherry muffins and forgot that there is no one else to eat them and I haven't felt anything resembling hunger or appetite for days. Hah.

(first one to explain to me the fascination of Poladroid gets one of these)

I've been watching a bit of Extras and found out that Stephen Fry showed up in the BAFTAS-episode (at 2:11). For some reason, I've always wanted to see him and Ricky Gervais on screen together. And this scene... it's perfection. Oh dear.
I'm thinking about getting the DVDs. I really forgot how much I used to love Extras and, of course, Ricky Gervais. I even watched Ghost Town this week, which isn't great because it feels like something you've seen a hundred times before, but it's okay.

On the occasion of Ghost Town, the German magazine NEON interviewed Ricky Gervais and he mentioned how Germany is the only country that hasn't paid for using the format of The Office, saying that it's strange because usually the Germans don't just take something that isn't theirs. Which led to the realisation that he's never seen Obersalzberg.

BUT EVERYONE SHOULD HAVE SEEN OBERSALZBERG.



In case others are in the same mood as I am, this is what I cheer myself up with when QI and ABOFAL is getting too much:

( Robert De Niro, Stephen Merchant, and a pen )

( The German dub of Little Britain. )

( Don't hate. I think it's hilarious. )

( More Extras. )

My bathroom needs cleaning. Cheers.

Everyone, this is Paul Callow.
He has books. And wallpaper. And a fireplace. And chaos. And no space. And a tiny bedroom.
Paul Callow is the newest addition to my list of Fictional People I Envy for Their Flats.

Three and Out is a rather bizarre little film with a horrible soundtrack.
Yet I somehow really liked it.
It had Mackenzie Crook in a leading role (scary), Imelda Staunton singing (not so scary), and Gemma Arterton in her first sex scene (gasp).
Anyway, it was funny, rather weird at times, but the scenes that seemed weird and out of place were so many that it somehow belonged to the film.

Is it just me or is there this trend, I don't know how long it's been going, of movies about people who have no life and are sad and lonely and waste their lives and miss opportunities?
I somehow think I've seen quite a lot of these over the last few months without deliberately looking for them, but maybe I'm imagining things.
At least I'd be in the mood for it. I finished "The Remains of the Day" yesterday, the book is even more depressing than the film. It's horrible, I haven't disliked a main character that much since Werther.

This is the most beautiful thing I have read in a long time.


And this is "research" :)

So lately, I have been tired, anxious, sad to the verge of being depressed, upset for no real reason, procrastinating, aggressive, lazy, and in pain.
I remember being in that much pain last year in April. It was hell on earth, so I guess I can be grateful that I don't have uni at the moment and therefore don't have to sit on wooden chairs all day long. Yay for a comfy couch and the fact that I was able to sleep last night.

I have watched a huge documentary about Auschwitz, which was great not only because it just was, but also because it didn't, for once, neglect the role other countries played during that time (and after) and they also had interviewed people who had worked there instead of just victims.
(The most amazing thing was, to me, that the acted scenes sometimes used natural light like it really exists. Usually movies tend to make it grey and very dim to emphasise on the "dark chapter of human history" stuff. Have I already laughed at Valkyrie because of that? And because of other things? That film is hilarious.)

I also saw Changeling, which is an amazing movie.
And then there was The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, which is not only extremely beautiful, but that love story made me melt away (and I usually don't give a flying toss about love stories).
I don't really know why Brad Pitt is so great at not staying in my memory, like, at all. I was at a complete loss on Monday when I was trying to remember movies with him. Looking at IMDB just made me go "D'OH!" I've seen a few of his movies. And he is a great actor. I really don't know. Maybe I am, like many people, so annoyed by "Brangelina" that I forgot that these are actually two different people, and talented actors.

Alright, I'm going to Cologne tomorrow. Whoever reads this may have a nice rest of the week, a nice weekend and a nice V-Day (or just a nice Saturday, since everybody I know hates or doesn't care about V-Day) and so on.
Cheers!

( House = Nay. )


( Scrubs = Yay! )

Speaking of dreamy, I watched Brideshead Revisited today. The story wasn't my cup of tea, but how wonderful is Ben Whishaw? That one scene where he gets out of the bath and he's all skin and bones and misery and he makes these... gestures, I nearly swooned.

(I know this post is a bit on the shallow side, but I'm studying for exams; I don't care at all.)