The weekend above water...
Oct. 19th, 2003 05:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinityvixenAs this update is about the weekend in no intelligible order, it has been itemized:
Found out only by about Thursday that diving was cancelled for this weekend. My biggest concern with that is getting my A$50 deposit back. Honestly, I can live without going onto the advanced open water just yet. I should log a few more dives before I get really ambitious. Still, the MUUC has been nice about trying to set up the next class. I still can't make it (it's at the end of November), but the people are all really cool. Maybe I'll get up the nerve to go out for a dive (which means getting to the club shed to do some renting of gear) on a random weekend I've got left.
Ahhh, warm weather. Upper 70s for those of you on the Fahrenheit scale, probably higher still, like 80s. Instead of diving, I went with Amy to St. Kilda, a, erm, suburb? of Melbourne (it's like a section more than a suburb, I think, but I honestly don't know with Melbourne--it could be considered a suburb or it might just be a place with Melbourne that has a name, like the Village or Midtown in NYC). St. Kilda has one of the most easily accessed beaches, most conveniently reached by tram. The tram was bloody hot and a long ride, but meh, we survived. The beach was grassy leading up to a walkway then sand, allowing us to settle on the grass but experience the sand if so chose. We did the 'dip the feet in the water for posterity' part of going to the beach, then steered well clear. It was the warmest water I've come across in Victoria so far, and I might have done a bit of wading, but meh, sun and relaxation were much more tempting. Well, that and the nice, ice-cold bundy-and-cokes-in-cans we brought with us. Despite having had no breakfast, I downed three of those suckers with no ill effects. And, even after like four plus hours in the sun, I didn't burn (much).
After a perfectly decadent day of lazing on the beach, Amy, Kate, and I got dinner. Kate and I were unable to persuade Amy to join us for Lara Croft Tomb Raider: The Cradle of Life, for which I must confess I did not push too hard. Still, Kate came into the CBD to see it since I was the only one who'd agree to go with her (let's face it, I'll go see just about anything, we know this, even when I should know better after the first Tomb Raider). There's always something good that can be said of any movie, right? Titanic had...uh, pretty costumes, and that part where lots of people died at the end was fucking hilarious. Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones had....Ewan McGregor! Cradle of Life had a hot Scottish fellow, the other cute one from Reign of Fire who wasn't Christian Bale--you tell them apart by accent and abs, in whichever order you so desire. So, yeah, cute guy, Angelina had the accent down better, some decent enough action scenes, and aparently the butler is someone famous from Red Dwarf, but I couldn't tell you who (Kate was gushing, I was like 'uh huh').
Otherwise, it was basically like any other crappy movie made from a video game. Checklist plot points, rest-stops, et al:
1) Open with hero doing something amazingly cool/suave/intelligent. (check--Lara figures out exactly where an ancient temple is buried underwater when no one else can)
2) Bad guys cross swords with hero. (check--and check-out time for hapless assistants/henchmen on either side)
3) Good guy instantly knows what bad guy is up to and shows off knowledge of arcane (check--ugh, Lara needs to do something more productive with her time than wait for MI6 to show up at her door)
4) Good guy recruits shady partner with shared past history (check--heeellooooooooo, Scotty! HIGH POINT OF FILM=HOT GUY DOING PUSH UPS ON CEILING IN WIFE BEATER)
5) Witty repartee between good and shady characters (check and check)
6) Attempt to give depth to shallow male-gratification female character (check--can you say "Oh, Lara, you are so emotionally distant. You never let anyone close to you" with absolutely no enthusiasm? Good, you're in the movie)
7) Double cross??? (check, don't ask, you don't care)
8) Bad guy explains his evil plot in too much detail? (check--though he at least has the grace to appear horribly embarrassed to be doing so--unless he's just embarrassed he's in this shit movie)
9) Hero forced to do something to save friends (check, blah blah blah)
10) Hero saves day??? (check, I guess, and she learned a valuable lesson, too...*snorts*)
I take it back. I think that synopsis was better than the movie. I swear, I will not go see a third Tomb Raider movie, especially not after giving it another shot, being disappointed, and ranting this much. I'd never live it down.
Time to actually start thinking about doing some work, I guess. If I do laundry, that at least will be an accomplishment. I'm so lazy, I can't even souvenir or junk clothes shop for myself. I go out and nearly find perfect wallets, good shoes (need new ones), clothes, souvenirs and gifts for folk, but no, don't buy a one. Instead, am now proud owner of a Rugby World Cup 2003 pin and (FINALLY!!!) the soundtrack to The Matrix--not Reloaded (though I am enjoying owning a copy of the movie just fine, and it was nice to pick up a free mini poster at K-Mart and watch it playing in HMV), the ORIGINAL Matrix soundtrack. I never bought it. That's crazy! I'm Brian Fellow! But, for A$15 (about $10.50 US), no way was that going to stay the case. Off enjoying my nap now to the tune of it!
Found out only by about Thursday that diving was cancelled for this weekend. My biggest concern with that is getting my A$50 deposit back. Honestly, I can live without going onto the advanced open water just yet. I should log a few more dives before I get really ambitious. Still, the MUUC has been nice about trying to set up the next class. I still can't make it (it's at the end of November), but the people are all really cool. Maybe I'll get up the nerve to go out for a dive (which means getting to the club shed to do some renting of gear) on a random weekend I've got left.
Ahhh, warm weather. Upper 70s for those of you on the Fahrenheit scale, probably higher still, like 80s. Instead of diving, I went with Amy to St. Kilda, a, erm, suburb? of Melbourne (it's like a section more than a suburb, I think, but I honestly don't know with Melbourne--it could be considered a suburb or it might just be a place with Melbourne that has a name, like the Village or Midtown in NYC). St. Kilda has one of the most easily accessed beaches, most conveniently reached by tram. The tram was bloody hot and a long ride, but meh, we survived. The beach was grassy leading up to a walkway then sand, allowing us to settle on the grass but experience the sand if so chose. We did the 'dip the feet in the water for posterity' part of going to the beach, then steered well clear. It was the warmest water I've come across in Victoria so far, and I might have done a bit of wading, but meh, sun and relaxation were much more tempting. Well, that and the nice, ice-cold bundy-and-cokes-in-cans we brought with us. Despite having had no breakfast, I downed three of those suckers with no ill effects. And, even after like four plus hours in the sun, I didn't burn (much).
After a perfectly decadent day of lazing on the beach, Amy, Kate, and I got dinner. Kate and I were unable to persuade Amy to join us for Lara Croft Tomb Raider: The Cradle of Life, for which I must confess I did not push too hard. Still, Kate came into the CBD to see it since I was the only one who'd agree to go with her (let's face it, I'll go see just about anything, we know this, even when I should know better after the first Tomb Raider). There's always something good that can be said of any movie, right? Titanic had...uh, pretty costumes, and that part where lots of people died at the end was fucking hilarious. Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones had....Ewan McGregor! Cradle of Life had a hot Scottish fellow, the other cute one from Reign of Fire who wasn't Christian Bale--you tell them apart by accent and abs, in whichever order you so desire. So, yeah, cute guy, Angelina had the accent down better, some decent enough action scenes, and aparently the butler is someone famous from Red Dwarf, but I couldn't tell you who (Kate was gushing, I was like 'uh huh').
Otherwise, it was basically like any other crappy movie made from a video game. Checklist plot points, rest-stops, et al:
1) Open with hero doing something amazingly cool/suave/intelligent. (check--Lara figures out exactly where an ancient temple is buried underwater when no one else can)
2) Bad guys cross swords with hero. (check--and check-out time for hapless assistants/henchmen on either side)
3) Good guy instantly knows what bad guy is up to and shows off knowledge of arcane (check--ugh, Lara needs to do something more productive with her time than wait for MI6 to show up at her door)
4) Good guy recruits shady partner with shared past history (check--heeellooooooooo, Scotty! HIGH POINT OF FILM=HOT GUY DOING PUSH UPS ON CEILING IN WIFE BEATER)
5) Witty repartee between good and shady characters (check and check)
6) Attempt to give depth to shallow male-gratification female character (check--can you say "Oh, Lara, you are so emotionally distant. You never let anyone close to you" with absolutely no enthusiasm? Good, you're in the movie)
7) Double cross??? (check, don't ask, you don't care)
8) Bad guy explains his evil plot in too much detail? (check--though he at least has the grace to appear horribly embarrassed to be doing so--unless he's just embarrassed he's in this shit movie)
9) Hero forced to do something to save friends (check, blah blah blah)
10) Hero saves day??? (check, I guess, and she learned a valuable lesson, too...*snorts*)
I take it back. I think that synopsis was better than the movie. I swear, I will not go see a third Tomb Raider movie, especially not after giving it another shot, being disappointed, and ranting this much. I'd never live it down.
Time to actually start thinking about doing some work, I guess. If I do laundry, that at least will be an accomplishment. I'm so lazy, I can't even souvenir or junk clothes shop for myself. I go out and nearly find perfect wallets, good shoes (need new ones), clothes, souvenirs and gifts for folk, but no, don't buy a one. Instead, am now proud owner of a Rugby World Cup 2003 pin and (FINALLY!!!) the soundtrack to The Matrix--not Reloaded (though I am enjoying owning a copy of the movie just fine, and it was nice to pick up a free mini poster at K-Mart and watch it playing in HMV), the ORIGINAL Matrix soundtrack. I never bought it. That's crazy! I'm Brian Fellow! But, for A$15 (about $10.50 US), no way was that going to stay the case. Off enjoying my nap now to the tune of it!
