...well.
( here be spoilers )


Speaking of psychiatric hospitals... I've been discharged. (Und alle so: "Yeaahh!")
I didn't get a Re-Birthday cake (actually I had to bake some cupcakes on my own). I got a fortune cookie, though.

Alright, maybe I'm already a bit...vulnerable at the moment, but I have just watched Casanova (2005 BBC mini series) and I am still sobbing.


...
Hell, I've just taken a break to write this and then my mother called and now I'm here again bawling.

This is only the second film in my life that has made me cry that hard.


...

*sniffle* ;_;

I just started reading New Moon (preparation for the movie, you know).
I'm about ten pages in and I just need some place to get it out:

OH GOD MAKE IT STOP PLEASE MAKE IT STOP MY BRAIN I CANNOT TAKE IT SOMEONE MAKE IT STOP OH PLEASE GOD BUT WHO AM I TALKING TO THERE IS NO LOVING GOD IN THIS WORLD AND THE POOR TREES THAT DIED FOR THE PAPER THIS INSUFFERABLE CRAP IS PRINTED ON OH GOD NO PLEASE WHY CAN'T I JUST DIE.

I would like to hit everyone who makes an LJ-cut using the text "down the rabbit hole" very hard on the head, with a teapot.

( How I saw HBP, in script form: )




All in all, I think this movie is incredibly awesome. (It should be, since it was the best book as well.) I've seen it twice, and I'm going to see it a third time, in English (since the German dub is alright, but certainly not as good as the original; I guess).

God, I don't think any of the other movies was even remotely close to this.
But I'm still miffed at the last line. That was unnecessary and destroyed the feeling. Really.

But OH, THE VISUAL PART. OH MY GOD I WANT A DVD NOW SO THAT I CAN SCREENCAP THE SHIT OUT OF IT.
I'm a Snarry fan; so that one moment in the Astronomy Tower, when the sun is setting and Harry's on his way up and Snape is on his way down and they meet and they stare at eacher other for a moment, in front of the sunset?
I CAME.

Never would have thought I could love a Harry Potter movie that much.

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 :(