Go Good Robot Roommate Lisa!
May. 20th, 2005 10:36 amShe came home from having seen Revenge of the Sith and managed to sum it up with two thumbs in a positive direction without over-exciting or tempting me because I won't get to see it for another 36 hours (not that I'm keeping track, mind). She was really kind not to spoil me or impress me in anyway because I rant about hating how that happens a lot, and she gets the message. Hope she has a blast in China.
In other Star Wars related news, The New York Times has a special section devoted to the ending of the great movie franchise by putting up all the original reviews and trailers for the films. I highly suggest that you go back and experience all this to understand why this movie, good or bad, is so important for our popular culture, nay, our society as a whole.
Wow, that was a fun episode. And by fun I mean good but squirmy. I mean, CSI usually makes me squirmy at points, but wow. So, in th first five minutes before the credits, you get Nick singing (terrifying in its own right), then him looking at a pile of intestines (yum), and then getting ABDUCTED! From there, Nick's night just got worse and worse. Not only must he eventually suffer the realization that he was kidnapped by an old man barely half his size and nowhere near his muscular bulk, he got buried alive in a plexiglass coffin! So he can see the dirt all around him!
Tarantino is apparently a big fan of the show, and I caught a little of an interview with George Eads (Nick, to you) talking about all the weird things he'd whisper into the box's vent tube to make George cry, and he always referred to him as Nick. Weird. Still, it was about par for your usual CSI episode, save a very Tarantino-esque dream sequence in black and white towards the end where NIck hallucinated that the two coroners were cutting him open. If you've seen the show, you know the main doctor has a (appropriately, since he works with the dead) morbid sense of humor and the assistant coroner never smiles or laughs ever. The two of them laughing and chucking Nick's rib cage and organs around and telling his dad that he'll look good for the funeral despite massively swollen ant bites...it was precious.
Oh but ick to being buried alive and then eaten by fire ants. Poor Nick. Great episode, good clean (well, not really) fun.
The best part of CSI was Lisa coming home to hear about it. The second I told her it was about Nick being kidnapped, she goes, "Did he cry!?" And she started being all smiley and laughing when I answered to the affirmative. We have like a running tally of episodes where Nick cries. He's got the leakiest tear ducts in Las Vegas, I swear.
In other Star Wars related news, The New York Times has a special section devoted to the ending of the great movie franchise by putting up all the original reviews and trailers for the films. I highly suggest that you go back and experience all this to understand why this movie, good or bad, is so important for our popular culture, nay, our society as a whole.
Wow, that was a fun episode. And by fun I mean good but squirmy. I mean, CSI usually makes me squirmy at points, but wow. So, in th first five minutes before the credits, you get Nick singing (terrifying in its own right), then him looking at a pile of intestines (yum), and then getting ABDUCTED! From there, Nick's night just got worse and worse. Not only must he eventually suffer the realization that he was kidnapped by an old man barely half his size and nowhere near his muscular bulk, he got buried alive in a plexiglass coffin! So he can see the dirt all around him!
Tarantino is apparently a big fan of the show, and I caught a little of an interview with George Eads (Nick, to you) talking about all the weird things he'd whisper into the box's vent tube to make George cry, and he always referred to him as Nick. Weird. Still, it was about par for your usual CSI episode, save a very Tarantino-esque dream sequence in black and white towards the end where NIck hallucinated that the two coroners were cutting him open. If you've seen the show, you know the main doctor has a (appropriately, since he works with the dead) morbid sense of humor and the assistant coroner never smiles or laughs ever. The two of them laughing and chucking Nick's rib cage and organs around and telling his dad that he'll look good for the funeral despite massively swollen ant bites...it was precious.
Oh but ick to being buried alive and then eaten by fire ants. Poor Nick. Great episode, good clean (well, not really) fun.
The best part of CSI was Lisa coming home to hear about it. The second I told her it was about Nick being kidnapped, she goes, "Did he cry!?" And she started being all smiley and laughing when I answered to the affirmative. We have like a running tally of episodes where Nick cries. He's got the leakiest tear ducts in Las Vegas, I swear.