A thing of perpetual pondering amongst Twilighters since the announcement of the movie has been made remains as such:
WHEN WILL THEY PUT IN THE LULLABY???
Well, I was just informed by my journalism teacher (long story) that Hot Topic will be "airing" the full soundtrack the evening of the 24th at all its chains nationwide, which means one of two things.
ONE- I will hear the soundtrack TWO HOURS before you west coast SUCKAAAAAS!!!!
and
TWO- I may be recruited to photojournal the event. *sigh* But its cool.
You heard it here first! And now I have to start working- so adios, and AYAYAYA!!!
*ps...still muuuuuuy feliz la maya es muerta, si?*
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
*yay!*
AT LAST, MY DREAM IS REALIZED!!!
I would like to dedicate this moment in song. Enjoy.
Its a thing I've dreamt of since the day she raced onscreen with Alejandro- the man who time (and his own sister) forgot. For once, Mohinder did something right. (although I personally am enjoying his chaotic-justice complex right about now.)
And while it may be hard for some to swallow (if it is, I prose: WTH is wrong with you???), it is the truth: straight up from heroestheseries.com's correspondent with E!. And let me tell you- that chick is NEVER wrong.
So while we await the sure-to-be-clever return of Ando, the sheer awesomeness that will be Papa P, and the nightmares sure to follow once Claire and Co. butt heads with the puppetmaster- a few spoilers to hold you over. Think of them as appetizers for an inexplicably savory main course!
Well, you heard it here first: we are going to lose Adam. However, my delirious happiness will be obvious to anyone who fans with me on this series, since my three main issues with season 2 were as follows:
1. Maya.
2. Elle-ctric Slide (though she kind of grew on me once she quit trying to snatch peter from singledom)
3. THE GUY WHO TRIED KILLING HIRO, DARN HIM!!! Also known as: Adam Monroe, the psuedo-Claire from feudal Japan. Which, by the way, is not the type of place you wanna head to over thanksgiving break. At the very least, leave the kids at home.
With Elle permanently depressed and going loner on us- just the way I like it- my problems with Heroes are disappearing fast. Also, given the great thought I put into the viewing of each episode, I am rarely stalled by the confusion that plagues most viewers of this most spectacular show. But while I enjoy it so very much, I have to say- if they cancel it, I may just stop watching TV altogether. Office aside, Heroes is the best thing on the screen right now. Even better than the debates, if you ask me- and yes, I did watch the majority of these latest borefests, and yes, it was more and more of the same old thing. So as the government, economy and weather patterns of texas continue to baffle and disappoint, one thing can always be counted on: monday nights, and all the joys they bring.
And no, I don't mean football.
Other news...is brief, since this is a spoiler post and my mom is nagging me to sleep, although I will undoubtedly sleep at 10:30 and wake up at 6:27 as I do every night since my dreams have started coming back. Not sure why, but I have been having them like crazy lately. First time I'm in somebody's house off northshore by the silver beach grocery- listening to this guy talk about how he disposed of his brother's remains in the ocean and reading what claire ordered off on-demand in season 1- and in the second, taking a bus ride with this incompetent chick I know driving the thing, while people fly out the windows as we careen around Johnson. You know, I would kill for a MEANINGFUL dream once in a while. I mean, one where my classmates are NOT inexplicably milling around Britton road.
Argh, she nags again.
(sorry mom- i still love you)
ADIOS!!!
(AND VIVA SPIDERMO!!!)
I would like to dedicate this moment in song. Enjoy.
Its a thing I've dreamt of since the day she raced onscreen with Alejandro- the man who time (and his own sister) forgot. For once, Mohinder did something right. (although I personally am enjoying his chaotic-justice complex right about now.)
And while it may be hard for some to swallow (if it is, I prose: WTH is wrong with you???), it is the truth: straight up from heroestheseries.com's correspondent with E!. And let me tell you- that chick is NEVER wrong.
So while we await the sure-to-be-clever return of Ando, the sheer awesomeness that will be Papa P, and the nightmares sure to follow once Claire and Co. butt heads with the puppetmaster- a few spoilers to hold you over. Think of them as appetizers for an inexplicably savory main course!
Well, you heard it here first: we are going to lose Adam. However, my delirious happiness will be obvious to anyone who fans with me on this series, since my three main issues with season 2 were as follows:
1. Maya.
2. Elle-ctric Slide (though she kind of grew on me once she quit trying to snatch peter from singledom)
3. THE GUY WHO TRIED KILLING HIRO, DARN HIM!!! Also known as: Adam Monroe, the psuedo-Claire from feudal Japan. Which, by the way, is not the type of place you wanna head to over thanksgiving break. At the very least, leave the kids at home.
With Elle permanently depressed and going loner on us- just the way I like it- my problems with Heroes are disappearing fast. Also, given the great thought I put into the viewing of each episode, I am rarely stalled by the confusion that plagues most viewers of this most spectacular show. But while I enjoy it so very much, I have to say- if they cancel it, I may just stop watching TV altogether. Office aside, Heroes is the best thing on the screen right now. Even better than the debates, if you ask me- and yes, I did watch the majority of these latest borefests, and yes, it was more and more of the same old thing. So as the government, economy and weather patterns of texas continue to baffle and disappoint, one thing can always be counted on: monday nights, and all the joys they bring.
And no, I don't mean football.
Other news...is brief, since this is a spoiler post and my mom is nagging me to sleep, although I will undoubtedly sleep at 10:30 and wake up at 6:27 as I do every night since my dreams have started coming back. Not sure why, but I have been having them like crazy lately. First time I'm in somebody's house off northshore by the silver beach grocery- listening to this guy talk about how he disposed of his brother's remains in the ocean and reading what claire ordered off on-demand in season 1- and in the second, taking a bus ride with this incompetent chick I know driving the thing, while people fly out the windows as we careen around Johnson. You know, I would kill for a MEANINGFUL dream once in a while. I mean, one where my classmates are NOT inexplicably milling around Britton road.
Argh, she nags again.
(sorry mom- i still love you)
ADIOS!!!
(AND VIVA SPIDERMO!!!)
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Compare and Contrast
I really should be doing my homework right now. But as of this afternoon, there are far more important things I would much rather be writing about.
Because that is, after all, my subject matter of choice: topics of importance. Say, for instance, Teen Team.
After receiving my mass-produced fail letter from the San Antonio express news, I decided to do a little undercover reporting of my own: analyzing LAST year's group. And oh, the things I learned.
Justine Cantu: A twin with no other distinguishing features, aside from her "proud achievement" of a 100 on a short story in fourth grade. Her first 100. Her mother must be so proud.
Dylan Elmore: Has dreads and paints. Journalism? Oh, he's just good at it.
Zahra Farah: Her father ran for president in Somalia. She's class president and "academic editor". Fancy. In my newspaper class, we call that "proofing"- its the busy work given to people with nothing better to do. Hey- I guess I'm an academic editor too!
Samuel Gomez: He's in band. And...that's it.
Andrea Marquise: I quote:
"Marquise has gained this new independent perspective on life after a wakeup call in February.
'Earlier this year I had to have surgery because I had a fibrotic cyst, and I was told that it might have been breast cancer,' Marquise said.
'I was always thinking, what if I did have cancer? My time would have been cut short, and from that point on I was always like, 'I've got to live it up!''
Because of the surgery Marquise missed school and soccer practice.
'It was really difficult because we were studying for AP tests,' she said. 'It was during the soccer season too, and I just wanted to practice.'
Now she appreciates what each day brings.
Marquise recalled feeding a family of four raccoons while working at the Hill Country Hyatt Regency Resort.
'There is a family of four raccoons that live in a bush that we throw graham crackers at,' Marquise said. 'The mom will only come near us only but not the babies. The first time I fed the momma raccoon she walked up to me and took the graham cracker out of my hand and ate it.
'I don't take anything for granted anymore,' Marquise said.
Yeah. Very, very moving.
The list goes on and on. Melissa Martin, the fashionista. Rachael McBride, of whom we seem to hear more about her Dad in the air force and the places she has lived than anything she ever accomplished in journalism. Lindsay Medina- she made a cake out of pop tarts! Brianna Roberts, Chris Rodgers, Valdamar Tejada, and the ubiquitous Kendra Taylor, pastor's daughter and "assistant business manager for the yearbook staff".
So, Express-News: where did I go wrong?
You know, I really could have gone about this the wrong way. Talked about overcoming two severely impacted molars and Osgood-Schlatter syndrome, my fight to sing in choir (any choir), my amazing ability to pick up little ditties on the piano, the time when I got a perfect report card in fourth grade, my months of living in hotels and "cramped apartments"- even that day when I spent four hours taking care of some dumb bird that stunned itself flying into our window.
But the facts were clear. I'm no San Antonio native. I don't march or fiddle or pirouette. And I'm way more Tony than Maria, if you get my drift. *snaps fingers rhythmically*
I'm not a senior, and I may hold little more than the position of staff writer as of today. Yet already I'm putting out more content than any editor on our team. And I know for a fact that I can write circles around any of these kids- a fact I intend to prove the weekend after next, at the Texas Association of Journalism Education.
So San Antonio Express-News: I know you "informed me" that I might feel free to contribute to your newspaper through online blogging and will be contacted when your writers need "a teenager's perspective".
Don't bother. I'll give all that to you, right now.
Teenagers aren't stupid. At the very least, not this one. We can see when you're desperate because no kid with HTML knowledge would actually waste time volunteering with your program. And we know when we're not wanted. But just because my last name isn't De La Fuente and I don't make gift baskets for the troops and play the trombone doesn't give you the right to choose what looks good over what journalism is all about: the writing. Call me, but I'm not going uncredited in your paper so some other snotnose kid from the high-risk school can have their fifteen minutes of fame. Because I've been there, and no one cared in that tiny little town that I was from Whatcom Middle School: they just said I was darn good at what I do.
And I know I am, to this day. Dozens of UIL judges can't be wrong.
So you keep picking whatever looks diverse enough for you. I'll keep writing.
And Officer Krupke- Krup you!
Because that is, after all, my subject matter of choice: topics of importance. Say, for instance, Teen Team.
After receiving my mass-produced fail letter from the San Antonio express news, I decided to do a little undercover reporting of my own: analyzing LAST year's group. And oh, the things I learned.
Justine Cantu: A twin with no other distinguishing features, aside from her "proud achievement" of a 100 on a short story in fourth grade. Her first 100. Her mother must be so proud.
Dylan Elmore: Has dreads and paints. Journalism? Oh, he's just good at it.
Zahra Farah: Her father ran for president in Somalia. She's class president and "academic editor". Fancy. In my newspaper class, we call that "proofing"- its the busy work given to people with nothing better to do. Hey- I guess I'm an academic editor too!
Samuel Gomez: He's in band. And...that's it.
Andrea Marquise: I quote:
"Marquise has gained this new independent perspective on life after a wakeup call in February.
'Earlier this year I had to have surgery because I had a fibrotic cyst, and I was told that it might have been breast cancer,' Marquise said.
'I was always thinking, what if I did have cancer? My time would have been cut short, and from that point on I was always like, 'I've got to live it up!''
Because of the surgery Marquise missed school and soccer practice.
'It was really difficult because we were studying for AP tests,' she said. 'It was during the soccer season too, and I just wanted to practice.'
Now she appreciates what each day brings.
Marquise recalled feeding a family of four raccoons while working at the Hill Country Hyatt Regency Resort.
'There is a family of four raccoons that live in a bush that we throw graham crackers at,' Marquise said. 'The mom will only come near us only but not the babies. The first time I fed the momma raccoon she walked up to me and took the graham cracker out of my hand and ate it.
'I don't take anything for granted anymore,' Marquise said.
Yeah. Very, very moving.
The list goes on and on. Melissa Martin, the fashionista. Rachael McBride, of whom we seem to hear more about her Dad in the air force and the places she has lived than anything she ever accomplished in journalism. Lindsay Medina- she made a cake out of pop tarts! Brianna Roberts, Chris Rodgers, Valdamar Tejada, and the ubiquitous Kendra Taylor, pastor's daughter and "assistant business manager for the yearbook staff".
So, Express-News: where did I go wrong?
You know, I really could have gone about this the wrong way. Talked about overcoming two severely impacted molars and Osgood-Schlatter syndrome, my fight to sing in choir (any choir), my amazing ability to pick up little ditties on the piano, the time when I got a perfect report card in fourth grade, my months of living in hotels and "cramped apartments"- even that day when I spent four hours taking care of some dumb bird that stunned itself flying into our window.
But the facts were clear. I'm no San Antonio native. I don't march or fiddle or pirouette. And I'm way more Tony than Maria, if you get my drift. *snaps fingers rhythmically*
I'm not a senior, and I may hold little more than the position of staff writer as of today. Yet already I'm putting out more content than any editor on our team. And I know for a fact that I can write circles around any of these kids- a fact I intend to prove the weekend after next, at the Texas Association of Journalism Education.
So San Antonio Express-News: I know you "informed me" that I might feel free to contribute to your newspaper through online blogging and will be contacted when your writers need "a teenager's perspective".
Don't bother. I'll give all that to you, right now.
Teenagers aren't stupid. At the very least, not this one. We can see when you're desperate because no kid with HTML knowledge would actually waste time volunteering with your program. And we know when we're not wanted. But just because my last name isn't De La Fuente and I don't make gift baskets for the troops and play the trombone doesn't give you the right to choose what looks good over what journalism is all about: the writing. Call me, but I'm not going uncredited in your paper so some other snotnose kid from the high-risk school can have their fifteen minutes of fame. Because I've been there, and no one cared in that tiny little town that I was from Whatcom Middle School: they just said I was darn good at what I do.
And I know I am, to this day. Dozens of UIL judges can't be wrong.
So you keep picking whatever looks diverse enough for you. I'll keep writing.
And Officer Krupke- Krup you!
A Moment In Time - the Johnson Times
We at the Johnson Newspaper are celebrating today. For over a delicious monster pizza, chatting of lame pep rallies and plans to make second page of the yearbook on the eve of our homecoming game, our newspaper is out of the press.
It smells good. Like ink and new paper and sweat and blood. Ink, for the thousands of words and many days we typed until our fingers twinged. Paper, for the smooth, modern layout and honest pictures that dot every page. Sweat, for that deadline day when we panicked over those idiots who don't allow their name in the school publications, but wanted to be interviewed anyway. And blood- for those many, painful papercuts.
Its a day etched in time- for as long as this school stands, and funding holds, this is Issue 1, Volume 1, of our brainchild. That which we carried from conception to today; surviving its tumultuous birth and now preparing to grow in a strange new world.
As many people that will follow, we are the first. Eight pages of art, advertising and great writing, our own to call "the original". And like those thirteen secret seasonings, we poured our efforts into giving it all the zest and flavor of our time and talent. Its a little greasy at times, and we may have forgotten a few drumsticks, but this is one fine product. From our table to yours.
We ponder if someday, when some young up-and-coming reporter makes a 10 Ideas list of their own, will "Johnson Pride Retrospective" be among them? Will that rookie be interviewing us, who once scrambled for the smallest quote from the biggest names on campus, on how this institution came to be?
I'm certain each of us, be it with a gentle smile or a malevolent chuckle, will have some pearl of wisdom to share. So, in Newspaper class fashion, I will end this entry with quotes.
RACHEL -
"I'm trying to think of something really deep and meaningful, but actually, I'm just really really excited right now."
MADISON-
"I'm so excited right now, like I'm totally going to send it to all my families. I mean, family members--wait!"
ASHLEY-
"I'm going to frame it. On my wall."
JEWETT-
"You all did an excellent job for this to be a new school with a new staff. There are accomplished schools out there right now that still don't have an issue printed...... well, maybe you shouldn't write that."
DOMINIC-
"I just called Mr. Wickerham a metro."
B.B.-
"YEAH STEP TEAM!!!"
EVAN-
"........"
(nothing. he's out for yom kippur right now. PSYCHE!)
It smells good. Like ink and new paper and sweat and blood. Ink, for the thousands of words and many days we typed until our fingers twinged. Paper, for the smooth, modern layout and honest pictures that dot every page. Sweat, for that deadline day when we panicked over those idiots who don't allow their name in the school publications, but wanted to be interviewed anyway. And blood- for those many, painful papercuts.
Its a day etched in time- for as long as this school stands, and funding holds, this is Issue 1, Volume 1, of our brainchild. That which we carried from conception to today; surviving its tumultuous birth and now preparing to grow in a strange new world.
As many people that will follow, we are the first. Eight pages of art, advertising and great writing, our own to call "the original". And like those thirteen secret seasonings, we poured our efforts into giving it all the zest and flavor of our time and talent. Its a little greasy at times, and we may have forgotten a few drumsticks, but this is one fine product. From our table to yours.
We ponder if someday, when some young up-and-coming reporter makes a 10 Ideas list of their own, will "Johnson Pride Retrospective" be among them? Will that rookie be interviewing us, who once scrambled for the smallest quote from the biggest names on campus, on how this institution came to be?
I'm certain each of us, be it with a gentle smile or a malevolent chuckle, will have some pearl of wisdom to share. So, in Newspaper class fashion, I will end this entry with quotes.
RACHEL -
"I'm trying to think of something really deep and meaningful, but actually, I'm just really really excited right now."
MADISON-
"I'm so excited right now, like I'm totally going to send it to all my families. I mean, family members--wait!"
ASHLEY-
"I'm going to frame it. On my wall."
JEWETT-
"You all did an excellent job for this to be a new school with a new staff. There are accomplished schools out there right now that still don't have an issue printed...... well, maybe you shouldn't write that."
DOMINIC-
"I just called Mr. Wickerham a metro."
B.B.-
"YEAH STEP TEAM!!!"
EVAN-
"........"
(nothing. he's out for yom kippur right now. PSYCHE!)
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Another week, another review
In customary manner, I have been spurred to write on my blog for the one thing that drives me to theorize and jump about my room in glee like little else on this earth:
SEOREH!
Yes, that was backwards. But then, so are many things in the Heroverse these days. Let us begin with my typical play-by-play of characters:
PARKNE:
Ah yes. Having watched this episode with a friend from the hood, I, (along with her mother), totally called it, which we were not hesitant to rub in the face of aforementioned friend and her brother. While current Daphne continues to free agent in the biz of evil and Parkman grappels with his amphibian totem guide and possible future, these two are one big family in the not-so-distant future, united by wuv and their baby, Daniella. *cue collective "awwww"* Along with Molly, who is apparently stunted in her growth following the brutal murder of her parents, they live in a very mod-art apartment and (recurring theme) live in a world of Mr. Mom and the feminine provider. Looooonng story short, Daphne dies, and now present Matt is determine to seek out this future and prevent unbeknownst blonde from her fiery fate. I wish him well.
MOLLY:
Just had to do a rundown here, given this little un' has been through sooo many screwed up situations by this point in the series. Let me list the ways.
MOM AND POP: So very nice- of course, until padre froze over and madre got spiked to a wall.
THE COMPANY: And we ALL know what a great parent figure Angela is!
THE FBI: Somehow better; somehow much worse.
MOHINDER: Who, by the way, is not very good at explaining "how-babies-are-made-to-save-babies-who-are-superpowered-and-much-more-loved-by-their-daddies-oh-woe-is-me!"
MOMATT: Scary, scary times. As it turns out, TWO Mr. Moms made for a case of too many cooks in the kitchen, so to speak.
MOMAYSY: Maya= all that sucks in this world, Mo= ?, Sylar= Apparently on far better terms with his own spawn than Mollywobbles.
MR./MRS. GONZALEZ: With Speedy and Matt busy building their happy (not) family, she enjoys dealing with heart-breaking regret over meddling with Claire and her Posse. and listening to a random mp3 player in her spare time. Lovely.
MYHINDER:
GRAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
I admit: I cheered sufficiently when he pushed her away. GAR to Maya and all she stands for, as well as her lame "handicap". But with her happily out the door and out of the apartment, I admit- not sure what to make of Mohinder. He's roachman, fo shiz, but will he become that hoodie-wearing recluse of the future, or remain the wife-beater-beating object of awesome we now see? The future is cloudy. But so far, I dig Mo2.0, big time.
Future!PETER:
Is dead. *sigh*
Current!PETER:
Has...THE HUNGER!!!
*dun-dun-DUUUUUUN*
Which was both effective and frightening in its own right. (weeps for bad-hair Nathan) But with Peter back on his innocent turn with the intro of season 3, it will be interesting to see who is more inclined to "fight the power": Sylar, or my all time absolute favvy, Peterelli. Which brings me to...
SYLAR/MY NAME IS GABRIEL!!! PT 2:
He's very angsty about that.
In the future, Gabriel is a stay-at-home Daddy who enjoys raising his memoir-son Noah, frolicking with Mr. Muggles and churning out waffles. He also inexplicably lives in the Bennet house and consequently angers Future!Claire. And yes- I got considerably misty when the little fella died and poor rehabbin' Gabriel went boom. THAT was powerful storytelling right there. But more than anything I loved seeing him on the mend- surrounding himself with memories of his past, but denying himself what he truly desired. And that watch sequence? Pure. Awesome.
But current Sylar remains creepalicious. And I reeeeally wanna see some Petrelli battle action, prontozo.
HRG/ANGELA/EVERYONE WHO DOESN'T REALLY MATTER ANYMORE:
Angela: Going to die before the season ends.
Elle: Its her and Sylar, yo.
Arther Petrelli: Coming back next episode, runs pinehearst: check it.
http://www.pinehearstresearch.com/
HRG: He will die in the line of fire, possibly at Peter's hand. Sylar will feel bad, and it will inspire him to be good and name his son after him. Awesomeness will ensue.
Adam Monroe: Man, I really hope he dies, and soon. Next to Elle and Maya, nobody really annoyed me more in season 2.
Presiding Villians: All but Knox, who is apparently fairly durable, are dead meat. Go fig.
Nat and the Clone: Sounds like a show from the seventies. But they're perfect, I always liked the pairing, I am actually enjoying their storylines, and wish them the best. Here's hoping Tracy doesn't have the same thing for black guys that Nicki apparently fostered. Trox doesn't sound nearly as cool as....well, its just not as cool.
Muggles: How does this thing survive EACH and EVERY season?
HIRANDO:
LOOOVE!!! LOVE WILL TEAR THEM APART!!! AGAIN!!!
That vent scene was magical. But it was the last we may ever see of the Hiro/Ando heartwarming friendship. Heroes is all drama from here on out, and (having read some stuff on next episode, evil laugh), I can say to you now: he will take a different path than his headstrong but heroic friend. He's drunk with power, which was originally EVERYONE ELSE in the series, yet has now fallen on the shoulders of the man whom uttered "yatta!". I mourn his loss. But villain Hiro will be most intriguing.
Aside from my typical TV-watching pursuits (note: other than the office, this is literally the only time I ever watch the stuff, fyi), life continues to move along at an unexpectedly fast pace. I run- a lot. I rehearse- not enough, or so I'm told. I work on homework, sing in the choir, and still somehow find time to find every landmark in Oblivion and read weird comic books with names like "Fruit's Basket". Life is good, but I could sure use a break at times.
Regardless, the future is amazing- Halloween (woot!), Twilight movie (WOOT!), and the PSAT (woot?) are all closing in. Updates to follow, and Brooke out!
SEOREH!
Yes, that was backwards. But then, so are many things in the Heroverse these days. Let us begin with my typical play-by-play of characters:
PARKNE:
Ah yes. Having watched this episode with a friend from the hood, I, (along with her mother), totally called it, which we were not hesitant to rub in the face of aforementioned friend and her brother. While current Daphne continues to free agent in the biz of evil and Parkman grappels with his amphibian totem guide and possible future, these two are one big family in the not-so-distant future, united by wuv and their baby, Daniella. *cue collective "awwww"* Along with Molly, who is apparently stunted in her growth following the brutal murder of her parents, they live in a very mod-art apartment and (recurring theme) live in a world of Mr. Mom and the feminine provider. Looooonng story short, Daphne dies, and now present Matt is determine to seek out this future and prevent unbeknownst blonde from her fiery fate. I wish him well.
MOLLY:
Just had to do a rundown here, given this little un' has been through sooo many screwed up situations by this point in the series. Let me list the ways.
MOM AND POP: So very nice- of course, until padre froze over and madre got spiked to a wall.
THE COMPANY: And we ALL know what a great parent figure Angela is!
THE FBI: Somehow better; somehow much worse.
MOHINDER: Who, by the way, is not very good at explaining "how-babies-are-made-to-save-babies-who-are-superpowered-and-much-more-loved-by-their-daddies-oh-woe-is-me!"
MOMATT: Scary, scary times. As it turns out, TWO Mr. Moms made for a case of too many cooks in the kitchen, so to speak.
MOMAYSY: Maya= all that sucks in this world, Mo= ?, Sylar= Apparently on far better terms with his own spawn than Mollywobbles.
MR./MRS. GONZALEZ: With Speedy and Matt busy building their happy (not) family, she enjoys dealing with heart-breaking regret over meddling with Claire and her Posse. and listening to a random mp3 player in her spare time. Lovely.
MYHINDER:
GRAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
I admit: I cheered sufficiently when he pushed her away. GAR to Maya and all she stands for, as well as her lame "handicap". But with her happily out the door and out of the apartment, I admit- not sure what to make of Mohinder. He's roachman, fo shiz, but will he become that hoodie-wearing recluse of the future, or remain the wife-beater-beating object of awesome we now see? The future is cloudy. But so far, I dig Mo2.0, big time.
Future!PETER:
Is dead. *sigh*
Current!PETER:
Has...THE HUNGER!!!
*dun-dun-DUUUUUUN*
Which was both effective and frightening in its own right. (weeps for bad-hair Nathan) But with Peter back on his innocent turn with the intro of season 3, it will be interesting to see who is more inclined to "fight the power": Sylar, or my all time absolute favvy, Peterelli. Which brings me to...
SYLAR/MY NAME IS GABRIEL!!! PT 2:
He's very angsty about that.
In the future, Gabriel is a stay-at-home Daddy who enjoys raising his memoir-son Noah, frolicking with Mr. Muggles and churning out waffles. He also inexplicably lives in the Bennet house and consequently angers Future!Claire. And yes- I got considerably misty when the little fella died and poor rehabbin' Gabriel went boom. THAT was powerful storytelling right there. But more than anything I loved seeing him on the mend- surrounding himself with memories of his past, but denying himself what he truly desired. And that watch sequence? Pure. Awesome.
But current Sylar remains creepalicious. And I reeeeally wanna see some Petrelli battle action, prontozo.
HRG/ANGELA/EVERYONE WHO DOESN'T REALLY MATTER ANYMORE:
Angela: Going to die before the season ends.
Elle: Its her and Sylar, yo.
Arther Petrelli: Coming back next episode, runs pinehearst: check it.
http://www.pinehearstresearch.com/
HRG: He will die in the line of fire, possibly at Peter's hand. Sylar will feel bad, and it will inspire him to be good and name his son after him. Awesomeness will ensue.
Adam Monroe: Man, I really hope he dies, and soon. Next to Elle and Maya, nobody really annoyed me more in season 2.
Presiding Villians: All but Knox, who is apparently fairly durable, are dead meat. Go fig.
Nat and the Clone: Sounds like a show from the seventies. But they're perfect, I always liked the pairing, I am actually enjoying their storylines, and wish them the best. Here's hoping Tracy doesn't have the same thing for black guys that Nicki apparently fostered. Trox doesn't sound nearly as cool as....well, its just not as cool.
Muggles: How does this thing survive EACH and EVERY season?
HIRANDO:
LOOOVE!!! LOVE WILL TEAR THEM APART!!! AGAIN!!!
That vent scene was magical. But it was the last we may ever see of the Hiro/Ando heartwarming friendship. Heroes is all drama from here on out, and (having read some stuff on next episode, evil laugh), I can say to you now: he will take a different path than his headstrong but heroic friend. He's drunk with power, which was originally EVERYONE ELSE in the series, yet has now fallen on the shoulders of the man whom uttered "yatta!". I mourn his loss. But villain Hiro will be most intriguing.
Aside from my typical TV-watching pursuits (note: other than the office, this is literally the only time I ever watch the stuff, fyi), life continues to move along at an unexpectedly fast pace. I run- a lot. I rehearse- not enough, or so I'm told. I work on homework, sing in the choir, and still somehow find time to find every landmark in Oblivion and read weird comic books with names like "Fruit's Basket". Life is good, but I could sure use a break at times.
Regardless, the future is amazing- Halloween (woot!), Twilight movie (WOOT!), and the PSAT (woot?) are all closing in. Updates to follow, and Brooke out!
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
One of us, one of them, two weeks of pulling my hair out over the stressful plotline...
Which, consequently, is exactly what I will have been doing by the time I watch NEXT week's episode. Gr.
So, in this episode, we learned three very, very disturbing things.
1. Tracy... is a clone. *cue twilight zone theme*
2. Peter... has been hurled into the futuret. *cue "time warp"*
3. Sylar, aside from being something close to a zombie and having a strangely hilarious southern twang... will be friends with Mr. Muggles...in the future. *cue me, screaming, very loudly*
Not only that, but Niki is also dead (which I was surprisingly unemotional about, given I have no feelings toward clones. No, not like that, pyro.) And, Parkman realizes what we already found out two weeks before the season premier, given I read spoilers: Him! Speedy Gonzalez! Love! Death! Baaaaaybaaayy!!!!
Given, I want Parkman to be happy. I really do. But there are too many lose ends in that plotline already- IE, what the heck happened to his wife and her illegitimate child? Much like Nathan's family, they appeared to have parted ways and consequently slid off the face of the earth. Go figure.
But regardless...next week looks to be verrrry interesting. Especially considering the producer wasn't all too happy with this episode, and considering that the two characters I buried in my backyard (loooong story) will return. *eeep!*
In other news- I'm writing this blog from school! Specifically, from the journalism classroom, from an amazing mac which I have grown to know and love, much like an artificial limb or a parasite. Still, we've gotten over the little quirks in its system, and even started to appreciate them. I have a very deep, *cough* APPRECIATION *cough*, for the fact that the internet on THESE computers, as opposed to all other computers in the school, allow me to visit the twilight lexicon and my fav heroes website at my leisure. And of leisure there has been much, since our newspaper is virtually done, and only the photo/design people are at work as of now. This is not me- I write, therefore, I am inept at photoshop and indesign. I laud those who are, though- that stuff takes practice.
So here I sit, typing away, and I wonder- what more do I have to write about?
Answer: An. Awful. Lot.
Basketball continues to wear me down in a cruel and heartless fashion. While I enjoy scrimmaging and can endure the running, they appear to be planning on before and after school practice- five days a week, in addition to in-school practices- and it becomes eerily apparent why they have these giant metal vats a la Frankenstein sitting around the trainer's office for people to ice themselves in. I got a good, long look at the coach's office when I came in about my hip soreness. Doesn't seem like anything is actually wrong with it, but for reasons yet to be determined, this little number has caused aching and the unwarranted trembling of limbs over the past two weeks.
Gar. I. Hate. Running.
But it will be over in a few weeks, concluding with a cross country meet we MUST compete in. MUAHAH! *imagines face of the especially hated coach when I stroll leisurely past the finish line*
JK. But regardless, I'm taking this run SOOO easy. My teammates may loath me. But I really don't care at this point.
Well, I have to go to lunch now. Adios!
So, in this episode, we learned three very, very disturbing things.
1. Tracy... is a clone. *cue twilight zone theme*
2. Peter... has been hurled into the futuret. *cue "time warp"*
3. Sylar, aside from being something close to a zombie and having a strangely hilarious southern twang... will be friends with Mr. Muggles...in the future. *cue me, screaming, very loudly*
Not only that, but Niki is also dead (which I was surprisingly unemotional about, given I have no feelings toward clones. No, not like that, pyro.) And, Parkman realizes what we already found out two weeks before the season premier, given I read spoilers: Him! Speedy Gonzalez! Love! Death! Baaaaaybaaayy!!!!
Given, I want Parkman to be happy. I really do. But there are too many lose ends in that plotline already- IE, what the heck happened to his wife and her illegitimate child? Much like Nathan's family, they appeared to have parted ways and consequently slid off the face of the earth. Go figure.
But regardless...next week looks to be verrrry interesting. Especially considering the producer wasn't all too happy with this episode, and considering that the two characters I buried in my backyard (loooong story) will return. *eeep!*
In other news- I'm writing this blog from school! Specifically, from the journalism classroom, from an amazing mac which I have grown to know and love, much like an artificial limb or a parasite. Still, we've gotten over the little quirks in its system, and even started to appreciate them. I have a very deep, *cough* APPRECIATION *cough*, for the fact that the internet on THESE computers, as opposed to all other computers in the school, allow me to visit the twilight lexicon and my fav heroes website at my leisure. And of leisure there has been much, since our newspaper is virtually done, and only the photo/design people are at work as of now. This is not me- I write, therefore, I am inept at photoshop and indesign. I laud those who are, though- that stuff takes practice.
So here I sit, typing away, and I wonder- what more do I have to write about?
Answer: An. Awful. Lot.
Basketball continues to wear me down in a cruel and heartless fashion. While I enjoy scrimmaging and can endure the running, they appear to be planning on before and after school practice- five days a week, in addition to in-school practices- and it becomes eerily apparent why they have these giant metal vats a la Frankenstein sitting around the trainer's office for people to ice themselves in. I got a good, long look at the coach's office when I came in about my hip soreness. Doesn't seem like anything is actually wrong with it, but for reasons yet to be determined, this little number has caused aching and the unwarranted trembling of limbs over the past two weeks.
Gar. I. Hate. Running.
But it will be over in a few weeks, concluding with a cross country meet we MUST compete in. MUAHAH! *imagines face of the especially hated coach when I stroll leisurely past the finish line*
JK. But regardless, I'm taking this run SOOO easy. My teammates may loath me. But I really don't care at this point.
Well, I have to go to lunch now. Adios!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
PB AND J, SHE LIVES!!!
WOOOOOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In a move that was so full of awesome, it pwned heroes fo shiz to the hizzle (that was never meant to mean anything, just so you know) JIM PROPOSED TO JAM!!! IN THE RAIN!!! I SCREAMED MYSELF HOARSE!!! YAAAAAAY!!!!!!!
I've waited soooo long for this moment. And while the passion is fresh, I would like to dedicate this moment in time to the world's greatest shipping, ever. May September the 25th remain in living memory until the end of time.
The happy couple.
PS - I am having stress breakouts over the whole heroes fandango. Will someone just leak season 3 for me, before I get an ulcer? Kthanxbye.
In a move that was so full of awesome, it pwned heroes fo shiz to the hizzle (that was never meant to mean anything, just so you know) JIM PROPOSED TO JAM!!! IN THE RAIN!!! I SCREAMED MYSELF HOARSE!!! YAAAAAAY!!!!!!!
I've waited soooo long for this moment. And while the passion is fresh, I would like to dedicate this moment in time to the world's greatest shipping, ever. May September the 25th remain in living memory until the end of time.
The happy couple.
PS - I am having stress breakouts over the whole heroes fandango. Will someone just leak season 3 for me, before I get an ulcer? Kthanxbye.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Its Prediction Time! (again)
As you all probably know or may as well guess from the other posts on my blog, in the wake of Breaking Dawn, I was a tiny bit lost. Okay, very very lost. When another book release blips in and out of existence like a vampiric vision of the future, and the movie is weeks (gar!) away, what is an aimlessly surfing fangirl to do?
Along came Heroes...
To be precise, along came the HEROES SEASON PREMIERE!!! And let me tell you, I don't think I've ever been so on edge about a piece of programming in my life.
First, I turned on NBC- exactly an hour prior the premier in order to watch the annoying little red carpet dealio and the random video clips that only serve to make me more anxious than before (if that was possible).
But what to my wondering eyes should appear, but the cable was screwed up, and I could barely determine the brand of car displayed in the current commercial!
So we called Time Warner Cable (may their name be forever scorned), who politely (and with an almost indecipherable accent) informed us the problem would be fixed in two hours.
*panic ensues*
So I call people with TVs (AKA 1313 Woodworthington Place), and halfway through my investigation, the picture begins to flicker into normality. I give my half screeching half sympathetic farewell and begin to watch.
Three hours, and it barely felt like five minutes!
As this was the first time I had ever seen Heroes on cable (cowers in born-again-heroes-fan-ness) I admit I found the commercial breaks slightly unnerving. But otherwise, season three appears to pwn season 2 in ways that cannot be described in words. (to the non-believer: shunnnnnuh!) And I am deliriously happy, to say the very least. But with a new season comes that which makes fandom so very fun...
PREDICTIONS!!!
Hero we go!
In reflection of the multi-character storyline Heroes follows, my predickies will be arranged in a person to person format. Enjoy!
SYLAR
AKA GABRIEL GRAY
AKA GABRIEL PETRELLI
BETTER KNOWN AS: He Who Must Eat Your Brain
Or does he?
I am not quite sure what to make of Sylar anymore. I don't think he will ever pair up with anyone....ever (not that Mylar really ended up happening in the first place). But with that weird and utterly inexplicable revelation that Gabe is, in fact, a PETRELLI (yes, it must be all caps), a thousand possibilites spring to mind. For one, there are all the allusions the recently revived Nathan has made to angels. Now, before you say "Brooke, you've been watching waaaay too much Van Awesome", think about it. Thiiiink about it.
CLAIRE BENNET
AKA THE CHEERLEADER
BETTER KNOWN AS: She Who Is Only A Brunette In The Eveeel Future
(Brunettes worldwide go: wth?)
She can't feel pain. The pain made her feel human. ANGST! ANGST! ANGST!
I would venture to say that Syler, in the process of playing his favvy game, "I Tinker wit ur Thinker", removed some little chunk or other that equates to a pain receptor. But the greatest question of all: why is this even important? Greater still: What happened to that bratty little brother with the name out of 1921?
MOHINDER SURESH
AKA MR. DUMB AS A BOX OF ROCKS
BETTER KNOWN AS: Fly Man!
Oh, Mohinder, Mohinder, Mohinder. What a plan I have for you!
Following Mohinder's to-be-expected injection with super soldier serum and rather unexpected transformation into a wall-crawling sex maniac, he spurred the two single most disturbing events in the premier. One: Him. Maya. *dry vomit*, and Two: Something is growing out of his back. While the first is far more disgusting than the second can or ever WILL BE, the producers obviously mean for us to see numero dos as terrifying, and thus, we will proceed as such.
Many fans have noted that this follows the plotline of "The Fly", a 1986 remake, to a q. As someone who ran around the room screaming "HE'S THE BEAST! HE'S THE BEAST!" with wild fervor, I will admit- I am slightly disappointed.
But a fly? Seriously? That would suck on ice. I'm going for lizard. Him staring at his veins, the scale-like growths, light sensitivity, going to wash his face in the middle of the night for no apparent reason (yes, I am overanalyzing this- I am aware). But more than anything, the one thing that convinced me.....
MOHINDER THE LIZARD AY AY AY!
It all makes sense. I am certain. And I will not be swayed!
MATT PARKMAN
AKA THE DONUT-LOVIN PSYCH-DETECTIVE WITH ABANDONMENT ISSUES
Mattaroonio has been stuck in the wilds of Africa (where, shockingly, Sprint's far-reaching grasp has already taken hold in the heart of native peoples), and after being rescued by the distant relative of Isaac Mendes, sits down for a chat. Shockingly little happens. Future!Peter is oh so very mysterious in his motives.
Either way...I'm pretty sure Matt sticks to the straight n' narrow. While there were hints that he might start abusing his power, come one people- this is Matty we're talking about. The guy wouldn't hurt a fly. Unless that fly was Mohinder. Then everyone's favorite nearly-common-law slash shipping may begin to dabble in the domestic violence that neeearly happened LAST season. *dingdingding* ROUND ONE!
NIKKI SANDERS
AKA JESSICA SANDERS
AKA TRACY STRAUSS
BETTER KNOWN AS: Who knows?
My Emma Frost ripoff detector, while a rusty and moody contraption on its best day, was going haywire all through the episode. Ice queen? The paleness? The ultra-red lipstick? DO THEY THINK WE'RE IDIOTS OR WHAT?
Actually, I really hope they know that WE know, since half the Heroes fanbase are Xmen people who need something more than a movie every three years to sate their unstoppable appetite.
Whats to predict? I'm assuming she ate Monica (yay!), promptly forgot her identity (grr.), then proceeded to run past Micah and make a Bobby-Drake-style pathway of ice to yet another politician's suite, lingerie in hand. (seriously, where does she get all this stuff? Is she a secret shopper? Seems like the type...) Regardless, the identity of Tracy Strauss really means nothing to me. A great-aunt once removed on her abusive father's side who aspired to marry the governor of New York but was disgraced when Nikki's troublesome house-elf caused a pudding to drop on Angela Petrelli's head and later died in a rock slide while running from a bear that was released by Matt Parkman and his Boy Scout buddies who forgave him for being the bastard son of Morzan and went on to steal Zar'roc in a high-stakes dragon war...
FUTURE!PETER
AKA SCARFACE
Much like Claire's inevitably brunette future, Peter is doomed to be cold, hardened to the world, and have the sickest scar in the universe. Future!Peter is no exception, and by taking history into his own hands, projected the world of our present Heroes into utter turmoil, or so Angela Petrelli is convinced. One also wonders if the guy ever rescued that irish wench he picked up in a pub off the coast, but like the recently devoured Monica and presumably turned street-urchin Micah, has been forgotten in the sands of season 2. Future!Peter is also mean and has mama problems, as per usual, but hey, what else is new? I predict he dies. Plain. And. Simple.
PETER PETRELLI
AKA "OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS I'M STUCK IN THE BODY OF AN OVERWEIGHT MEXICAN!"
BETTER KNOWN AS: Brooke's favorite. *contented smile*
I kept saying it. Again and again and again, I said "No, that convict really is Peter", and they said "No Brooke, he's just crazy" and I said "NO, YOU'RE JUST CRAZY!!!", and I WAS RIGHT! WOOT!!!
Ahem.
Either way, Peter had best not go evil whilst stuck inside ol Pedro. Nor do I allow him to get together with anyone presently on the show. None are worthy of my favvy. So there.
HIRO NAKAMURA AND ANDO *insert japanese-sounding surname*
AKA JOINED AT THE HIP
BETTER KNOWN AS: "Love Will Tear Them Apart"
Hiro is cruisin for a bruisin with this fella. First of all, I do not justify what he is doing. DOESN'T HE KNOW THAT BY ISOLATING ANDO HE IS CREATING THE FUTURE HE WISHED TO AVOID??? *pantpantpant* Either way, Hiro is saddening me. My cute little chibi guy is turning into a....well....a villian. *sobs into pillow* WHY OH WHY??? FIRST FUTURE!PETER, THEN PROBOSCIS MAN, NOW HIRO!!!
I weep for the future.
And then, the little people. HRG. Angela. Daphne Speedster, AKA Autobahn. Molly Walker. But who really cares about them? Lets go to the list of...
CHARACTERS BROOKE WOULD COMMISION SYLER TO BRAIN-DRAIN, WERE HE OPEN FOR HIRE AND A NON-FICTIONAL FIGURE
First, Elle. I. Hate. Elle. People with stupid powers who are all teary-teary because their daddies didn't love them irk me to no end. Plus, she zapped Peter. Her life was rendered null and void in my eyes at that exact moment in time.
Then, Maya. Following the logic of that feat of film and fx, "The Fly", she will become pregnant with Mohinder's crazy insect-baby, they will have a freaky birth sequence a la Breaking Dawn, and, Lord willing, Maya will finally BUG OFF. *snorkles at bad pun*
And finally, Mr. Muggles.
He means something. I know he does. You know he does. WE KNOW HE DOES.
And if Lizard!Mohinder taught us anything, its that no attention and no screen time make pet a crazy boy.
Mr. Muggles is the craziest.
Well, I'm off to do more research on the strange developments of HEROES!!! Love you Daddy- do a hula for me! Happy Birthday Mamasita- you are the Ando to my Hiro, and I promise not to hate you for killing me in the future!
...
JK, Mom. <3
Along came Heroes...
To be precise, along came the HEROES SEASON PREMIERE!!! And let me tell you, I don't think I've ever been so on edge about a piece of programming in my life.
First, I turned on NBC- exactly an hour prior the premier in order to watch the annoying little red carpet dealio and the random video clips that only serve to make me more anxious than before (if that was possible).
But what to my wondering eyes should appear, but the cable was screwed up, and I could barely determine the brand of car displayed in the current commercial!
So we called Time Warner Cable (may their name be forever scorned), who politely (and with an almost indecipherable accent) informed us the problem would be fixed in two hours.
*panic ensues*
So I call people with TVs (AKA 1313 Woodworthington Place), and halfway through my investigation, the picture begins to flicker into normality. I give my half screeching half sympathetic farewell and begin to watch.
Three hours, and it barely felt like five minutes!
As this was the first time I had ever seen Heroes on cable (cowers in born-again-heroes-fan-ness) I admit I found the commercial breaks slightly unnerving. But otherwise, season three appears to pwn season 2 in ways that cannot be described in words. (to the non-believer: shunnnnnuh!) And I am deliriously happy, to say the very least. But with a new season comes that which makes fandom so very fun...
PREDICTIONS!!!
Hero we go!
In reflection of the multi-character storyline Heroes follows, my predickies will be arranged in a person to person format. Enjoy!
SYLAR
AKA GABRIEL GRAY
AKA GABRIEL PETRELLI
BETTER KNOWN AS: He Who Must Eat Your Brain
Or does he?
I am not quite sure what to make of Sylar anymore. I don't think he will ever pair up with anyone....ever (not that Mylar really ended up happening in the first place). But with that weird and utterly inexplicable revelation that Gabe is, in fact, a PETRELLI (yes, it must be all caps), a thousand possibilites spring to mind. For one, there are all the allusions the recently revived Nathan has made to angels. Now, before you say "Brooke, you've been watching waaaay too much Van Awesome", think about it. Thiiiink about it.
CLAIRE BENNET
AKA THE CHEERLEADER
BETTER KNOWN AS: She Who Is Only A Brunette In The Eveeel Future
(Brunettes worldwide go: wth?)
She can't feel pain. The pain made her feel human. ANGST! ANGST! ANGST!
I would venture to say that Syler, in the process of playing his favvy game, "I Tinker wit ur Thinker", removed some little chunk or other that equates to a pain receptor. But the greatest question of all: why is this even important? Greater still: What happened to that bratty little brother with the name out of 1921?
MOHINDER SURESH
AKA MR. DUMB AS A BOX OF ROCKS
BETTER KNOWN AS: Fly Man!
Oh, Mohinder, Mohinder, Mohinder. What a plan I have for you!
Following Mohinder's to-be-expected injection with super soldier serum and rather unexpected transformation into a wall-crawling sex maniac, he spurred the two single most disturbing events in the premier. One: Him. Maya. *dry vomit*, and Two: Something is growing out of his back. While the first is far more disgusting than the second can or ever WILL BE, the producers obviously mean for us to see numero dos as terrifying, and thus, we will proceed as such.
Many fans have noted that this follows the plotline of "The Fly", a 1986 remake, to a q. As someone who ran around the room screaming "HE'S THE BEAST! HE'S THE BEAST!" with wild fervor, I will admit- I am slightly disappointed.
But a fly? Seriously? That would suck on ice. I'm going for lizard. Him staring at his veins, the scale-like growths, light sensitivity, going to wash his face in the middle of the night for no apparent reason (yes, I am overanalyzing this- I am aware). But more than anything, the one thing that convinced me.....
MOHINDER THE LIZARD AY AY AY!
It all makes sense. I am certain. And I will not be swayed!
MATT PARKMAN
AKA THE DONUT-LOVIN PSYCH-DETECTIVE WITH ABANDONMENT ISSUES
Mattaroonio has been stuck in the wilds of Africa (where, shockingly, Sprint's far-reaching grasp has already taken hold in the heart of native peoples), and after being rescued by the distant relative of Isaac Mendes, sits down for a chat. Shockingly little happens. Future!Peter is oh so very mysterious in his motives.
Either way...I'm pretty sure Matt sticks to the straight n' narrow. While there were hints that he might start abusing his power, come one people- this is Matty we're talking about. The guy wouldn't hurt a fly. Unless that fly was Mohinder. Then everyone's favorite nearly-common-law slash shipping may begin to dabble in the domestic violence that neeearly happened LAST season. *dingdingding* ROUND ONE!
NIKKI SANDERS
AKA JESSICA SANDERS
AKA TRACY STRAUSS
BETTER KNOWN AS: Who knows?
My Emma Frost ripoff detector, while a rusty and moody contraption on its best day, was going haywire all through the episode. Ice queen? The paleness? The ultra-red lipstick? DO THEY THINK WE'RE IDIOTS OR WHAT?
Actually, I really hope they know that WE know, since half the Heroes fanbase are Xmen people who need something more than a movie every three years to sate their unstoppable appetite.
Whats to predict? I'm assuming she ate Monica (yay!), promptly forgot her identity (grr.), then proceeded to run past Micah and make a Bobby-Drake-style pathway of ice to yet another politician's suite, lingerie in hand. (seriously, where does she get all this stuff? Is she a secret shopper? Seems like the type...) Regardless, the identity of Tracy Strauss really means nothing to me. A great-aunt once removed on her abusive father's side who aspired to marry the governor of New York but was disgraced when Nikki's troublesome house-elf caused a pudding to drop on Angela Petrelli's head and later died in a rock slide while running from a bear that was released by Matt Parkman and his Boy Scout buddies who forgave him for being the bastard son of Morzan and went on to steal Zar'roc in a high-stakes dragon war...
FUTURE!PETER
AKA SCARFACE
Much like Claire's inevitably brunette future, Peter is doomed to be cold, hardened to the world, and have the sickest scar in the universe. Future!Peter is no exception, and by taking history into his own hands, projected the world of our present Heroes into utter turmoil, or so Angela Petrelli is convinced. One also wonders if the guy ever rescued that irish wench he picked up in a pub off the coast, but like the recently devoured Monica and presumably turned street-urchin Micah, has been forgotten in the sands of season 2. Future!Peter is also mean and has mama problems, as per usual, but hey, what else is new? I predict he dies. Plain. And. Simple.
PETER PETRELLI
AKA "OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS I'M STUCK IN THE BODY OF AN OVERWEIGHT MEXICAN!"
BETTER KNOWN AS: Brooke's favorite. *contented smile*
I kept saying it. Again and again and again, I said "No, that convict really is Peter", and they said "No Brooke, he's just crazy" and I said "NO, YOU'RE JUST CRAZY!!!", and I WAS RIGHT! WOOT!!!
Ahem.
Either way, Peter had best not go evil whilst stuck inside ol Pedro. Nor do I allow him to get together with anyone presently on the show. None are worthy of my favvy. So there.
HIRO NAKAMURA AND ANDO *insert japanese-sounding surname*
AKA JOINED AT THE HIP
BETTER KNOWN AS: "Love Will Tear Them Apart"
Hiro is cruisin for a bruisin with this fella. First of all, I do not justify what he is doing. DOESN'T HE KNOW THAT BY ISOLATING ANDO HE IS CREATING THE FUTURE HE WISHED TO AVOID??? *pantpantpant* Either way, Hiro is saddening me. My cute little chibi guy is turning into a....well....a villian. *sobs into pillow* WHY OH WHY??? FIRST FUTURE!PETER, THEN PROBOSCIS MAN, NOW HIRO!!!
I weep for the future.
And then, the little people. HRG. Angela. Daphne Speedster, AKA Autobahn. Molly Walker. But who really cares about them? Lets go to the list of...
CHARACTERS BROOKE WOULD COMMISION SYLER TO BRAIN-DRAIN, WERE HE OPEN FOR HIRE AND A NON-FICTIONAL FIGURE
First, Elle. I. Hate. Elle. People with stupid powers who are all teary-teary because their daddies didn't love them irk me to no end. Plus, she zapped Peter. Her life was rendered null and void in my eyes at that exact moment in time.
Then, Maya. Following the logic of that feat of film and fx, "The Fly", she will become pregnant with Mohinder's crazy insect-baby, they will have a freaky birth sequence a la Breaking Dawn, and, Lord willing, Maya will finally BUG OFF. *snorkles at bad pun*
And finally, Mr. Muggles.
He means something. I know he does. You know he does. WE KNOW HE DOES.
And if Lizard!Mohinder taught us anything, its that no attention and no screen time make pet a crazy boy.
Mr. Muggles is the craziest.
Well, I'm off to do more research on the strange developments of HEROES!!! Love you Daddy- do a hula for me! Happy Birthday Mamasita- you are the Ando to my Hiro, and I promise not to hate you for killing me in the future!
...
JK, Mom. <3
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Thank you, Nerdworld
This guy has read my mind, written it down, and become Brooke Nowakowski's favorite person of the week.
http://time-blog.com/nerd_world/2008/08/twilight_of_the.html?xid=rss-nerdworld
Oh, how I loved Breaking Dawn! And I must admit- THAT is a movie I want to see. Support the franchise, just to see how that one comes out. It would be SO AWESOME!
Anyway, today has been a pleasantly nontypical day in our sun-baked state. Thunder, lightning, and torrents of rain accompanied my trip to the hated orthodontist's office, and continue to this moment. However, I couldn't be any happier. Why?
Well, in spite of the newly added rubber bands *grrrr* I am currently so ibueprofin influenced and happy with my quesadilla lunch that I am completely happy to sit in my chair, play sims, and watch Heroes.
Oooooh, Heroes. What a show, what a show. Let me say now, for a person such as myself- being challenged at explaining just about anything in a verbal format- it is complex beyond belief. This of course being a result of the writers attempting the multiple-story arc comic fans will recognize immediately. And, suffice to say, they pull it off. A fascinating combination of reality, fantasy, and the macabre make for a thrilling series. If only it weren't so ridiculously overpriced.....
For now, I use various Taiwanese-looking video posts and the occasional limewire to find the early episodes, which NBC has since taken off their site in the perpetual following of that almighty dollar. Fortunately, with the Office, I caught on relatively early, and the volumes weren't so darn expensive. The Office is an intriguing one- while I feel that it has lost a little of the simple hilarity I loved it for in the early days (much like Spongebob), I am so desperate for the PB&J shipping to fall into place, I could scarcely care if the series turned into a suspense thriller midway through. I need Jim, Pam, and a white wedding. Maybe a Dwight/Angela reunion as well. Runaway bride, anyone?
But now, in what has turned out to be a tv post after all (sigh), I must make one last statement for my guilty pleasure show that was never meant to be: Moonlight. The story about a vampire detective, his girlfriend-who-used-to-be-a-vampire-in-Underworld, his Seacrestianly metrosexual buddy Josef, and so many other characters that one begins to wonder whatever would have happened if it had gotten signed for a second season. I loved Moonlight like a fluffy sheep-patterned sock. And what wasn't to love? It won its time slot every week, had the desired audience- but alas, CBS would not listen to reason. Thus, I have since boycotted CBS, and am proud to say I am NBC all the way. Honestly, I never like Ghost Whisperer anyway.
And last but not least, the quote of the week!
"This quest. This need to solve life's mysteries. In the end, what does it matter when the human heart can only find meaning in the smallest of moments? They're here. Among us. In the shadows. In the light. Everywhere. Do they even know yet?"
- Mohinder Suresh, geneticist
http://time-blog.com/nerd_world/2008/08/twilight_of_the.html?xid=rss-nerdworld
Oh, how I loved Breaking Dawn! And I must admit- THAT is a movie I want to see. Support the franchise, just to see how that one comes out. It would be SO AWESOME!
Anyway, today has been a pleasantly nontypical day in our sun-baked state. Thunder, lightning, and torrents of rain accompanied my trip to the hated orthodontist's office, and continue to this moment. However, I couldn't be any happier. Why?
Well, in spite of the newly added rubber bands *grrrr* I am currently so ibueprofin influenced and happy with my quesadilla lunch that I am completely happy to sit in my chair, play sims, and watch Heroes.
Oooooh, Heroes. What a show, what a show. Let me say now, for a person such as myself- being challenged at explaining just about anything in a verbal format- it is complex beyond belief. This of course being a result of the writers attempting the multiple-story arc comic fans will recognize immediately. And, suffice to say, they pull it off. A fascinating combination of reality, fantasy, and the macabre make for a thrilling series. If only it weren't so ridiculously overpriced.....
For now, I use various Taiwanese-looking video posts and the occasional limewire to find the early episodes, which NBC has since taken off their site in the perpetual following of that almighty dollar. Fortunately, with the Office, I caught on relatively early, and the volumes weren't so darn expensive. The Office is an intriguing one- while I feel that it has lost a little of the simple hilarity I loved it for in the early days (much like Spongebob), I am so desperate for the PB&J shipping to fall into place, I could scarcely care if the series turned into a suspense thriller midway through. I need Jim, Pam, and a white wedding. Maybe a Dwight/Angela reunion as well. Runaway bride, anyone?
But now, in what has turned out to be a tv post after all (sigh), I must make one last statement for my guilty pleasure show that was never meant to be: Moonlight. The story about a vampire detective, his girlfriend-who-used-to-be-a-vampire-in-Underworld, his Seacrestianly metrosexual buddy Josef, and so many other characters that one begins to wonder whatever would have happened if it had gotten signed for a second season. I loved Moonlight like a fluffy sheep-patterned sock. And what wasn't to love? It won its time slot every week, had the desired audience- but alas, CBS would not listen to reason. Thus, I have since boycotted CBS, and am proud to say I am NBC all the way. Honestly, I never like Ghost Whisperer anyway.
And last but not least, the quote of the week!
"This quest. This need to solve life's mysteries. In the end, what does it matter when the human heart can only find meaning in the smallest of moments? They're here. Among us. In the shadows. In the light. Everywhere. Do they even know yet?"
- Mohinder Suresh, geneticist
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
*squeals of delight*
I just read through the transcript of a Q&A with Smeyer following the release. Check this out.
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