internet on, internet off...
Nov. 25th, 2003 12:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightbluegirlOur internet is down right now, so I can't do a lot at work. It's as good a time as any to write a journal entry, I guess. Maybe by the time I'm finished, we'll be back up again. It's been up and down all day. (heh heh... it's been up and... )
I'm reading Tad Williams' "Otherland" right now. It's interesting because certain things he's writing about seem to be natural extensions of where the net is going now, and where the world is going now. Even small things, like good friends you never meet in RL. On the other hand, it's frustrating because he's one of those people who writes for a page and a half about one person, then switches to someone else, and blah blah blah. I'm on page 444, and he's still introducing characters. I'm keeping track of everyone, and sometimes I enjoy it, but I sort of feel like it's a way to hide writing faults. I mean, if your novel is actually 30 short stories all sort of strung together, with lots of different places and people and situations, too many specifics that are just confusing, and not actually for a purpose, people are less likely to notice when you forget points or rewrite your own history. Or whatever.
Not that I've noticed anything like that, but I'm notorious for being willing to suspend disbelief when it comes to books and movies.
On the other hand, to weave together several stories skillfully into one is the mark of a brilliant and creative artist.
It was just a thought.
I've been thinking about movies I can't get enough of. Movies I love to watch over and over and over again. And I don't mean just the ones in my collection, most of which I've watched more than once anyway, since I must have liked them to see them (however, there are probably about 10 I've still never seen, that were gifts, or I bought for cheap because someone told me they were quite good, but I still haven't gotten around to it... like The Bride, which has Sting AND Jennifer Beals in it. For gods sake, WHY haven't I watched that yet?)
But anyway. Movies that I watch over and over and over again and don't get tired of:
The Breakfast Club
16 Candles
Pretty in Pink
Some Kind of Wonderful
Ferris Beuller's Day Off
Flashdance
Footloose
Pretty Woman
The Legend of Billie Jean
Books that I read over and over and over again and don't get tired of:
The Little House books
Anne of Green Gables
Any Heinlein (I admit, I skip over his proselytizing though)
LOTR - including the hobbit
Dune (I hate the ones that come afterwards, though)
Tarzan books (I know, I know)
Nancy Drew (the originals in the yellow hard covers, NOT the softcovers that came out later, and always talked about nancy's clothes and hair)
Hardy Boys
Dammit, I know there's more but I can't think of them. I've been having that trouble for days, actually. Words that are on the tip of my brain, just go away. It's frustrating. Apparently a sign of migraines, but I haven't had one for a long time (and don't feel any other onset symptoms, either).
I can't decide why I love those movies and books so much. I figure it's EITHER that I saw/read them during pivotal parts of growing up, OR that I'm just so sweet and innocent on the inside.
It's probably that the seeing/reading while growing up has made me so sweet and innocent on the inside. Heh.
Or not.
I'm reading Tad Williams' "Otherland" right now. It's interesting because certain things he's writing about seem to be natural extensions of where the net is going now, and where the world is going now. Even small things, like good friends you never meet in RL. On the other hand, it's frustrating because he's one of those people who writes for a page and a half about one person, then switches to someone else, and blah blah blah. I'm on page 444, and he's still introducing characters. I'm keeping track of everyone, and sometimes I enjoy it, but I sort of feel like it's a way to hide writing faults. I mean, if your novel is actually 30 short stories all sort of strung together, with lots of different places and people and situations, too many specifics that are just confusing, and not actually for a purpose, people are less likely to notice when you forget points or rewrite your own history. Or whatever.
Not that I've noticed anything like that, but I'm notorious for being willing to suspend disbelief when it comes to books and movies.
On the other hand, to weave together several stories skillfully into one is the mark of a brilliant and creative artist.
It was just a thought.
I've been thinking about movies I can't get enough of. Movies I love to watch over and over and over again. And I don't mean just the ones in my collection, most of which I've watched more than once anyway, since I must have liked them to see them (however, there are probably about 10 I've still never seen, that were gifts, or I bought for cheap because someone told me they were quite good, but I still haven't gotten around to it... like The Bride, which has Sting AND Jennifer Beals in it. For gods sake, WHY haven't I watched that yet?)
But anyway. Movies that I watch over and over and over again and don't get tired of:
The Breakfast Club
16 Candles
Pretty in Pink
Some Kind of Wonderful
Ferris Beuller's Day Off
Flashdance
Footloose
Pretty Woman
The Legend of Billie Jean
Books that I read over and over and over again and don't get tired of:
The Little House books
Anne of Green Gables
Any Heinlein (I admit, I skip over his proselytizing though)
LOTR - including the hobbit
Dune (I hate the ones that come afterwards, though)
Tarzan books (I know, I know)
Nancy Drew (the originals in the yellow hard covers, NOT the softcovers that came out later, and always talked about nancy's clothes and hair)
Hardy Boys
Dammit, I know there's more but I can't think of them. I've been having that trouble for days, actually. Words that are on the tip of my brain, just go away. It's frustrating. Apparently a sign of migraines, but I haven't had one for a long time (and don't feel any other onset symptoms, either).
I can't decide why I love those movies and books so much. I figure it's EITHER that I saw/read them during pivotal parts of growing up, OR that I'm just so sweet and innocent on the inside.
It's probably that the seeing/reading while growing up has made me so sweet and innocent on the inside. Heh.
Or not.
