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Greetings, my friend. We are all interested in the future, for that is where you and I are going to spend the rest of our lives. And remember my friend, future events such as these will affect you in the future.

Oh my god, you guys. This evening I got out of work early and went out with one of my friends to the movies to see Plan 9 From Outer Space. And not just, like, the regular movie. It was with an ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACK with an orchestra of live musicians and an electronica dude, as well as live actors dubbing over all the dialogue. (Website here)

I was expecting it to be fun but I was not prepared for the sheer fucking awesomeness. THAT WAS SOME OF THE BEST TEN DOLLARS I HAVE EVER SPENT, HOLY SHIT. Next week they're doing the same treatment for Missile to the Moon (3 dollars off if you have your ticket stub from this week!), but I can't get off work early then. It's tragic.

I also recommend reading the goofs page over at IMDB for the movie, whether you've seen it or not, because ahahaha.

I should be getting to bed now because tomorrow is Saturday and I have work early, but instead I am going to watch more TOS. Latest episode watched was Shore Leave, which featured more Kirk beating people up, which is my most favorite as you probably know. Also a plot ridiculous even by TOS standards, because, uh, it ended by ( spoilers ) Next up, This Side of Paradise! ( Edited to add more spoilers )

Gene Wilder and Sheriff Bart are super slashy, you guys.

(ALSO THAT PICTURE OF FRANK AND MIKEY IS THE MOST DARLING THING EVER. ~~~~BESTIES~~~~~)

Our cousin had us watch Harold and Maude last night, because it's her favorite movie and neither happy_coconut nor I had ever seen it. And it was pretty awesome! But, uh, Bud Cort kept making me think of Ryan Ross and I don't know what to do with that. Um.

Also, I like Cat Stevens' music a lot.

Rewatching Hot Fuzz, and seriously, you guys. I think Nick/Danny might be the purest, most precious example of buddyslash ever to exist. It's like the platonic ideal of boyslash, oh my god. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

TIME TO DOWNLOAD TORCHWOOD. *waits impatiently*

Today I went with my sister to see Juno and it was MADE OF AWESOME. Seriously, like, infinite hearts. I loved it. Ellen Page and Michael Cera own my soul. Yes. I need the mp3 of them singing together like burning.

Then I came back and read more of the anonymeme replies from the five hours I was out, and the fatphobia had gotten so much worse, you guys. D: D: D: D: STOP THAT FANDOM. STOP THAT NOW.

Of course, that still leaves me like 98% amused to 2% pissed off, so all in all, good show!

(What's really sad is I find myself really, really glad now that all the girls in our canon are tiny. How awful is that? But I just don't think I could take the criticism a non-skinny girl would get. SIGH.)

Frank/Bob! And lots of Bob porn from before he got skinny! THANKS.

I just left a comment to fallingfortruth that basically said, "MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE RENAISSANCE DRAMA AU, Y/N?" Which I will admit I only said to get a chance to suggest the title 'Tis Pity Mikey's a Whore. Come on, even if you hate incest fiction, you have to admit that's hilarious. Hee.

The other day the subject of "Pete travelling through time to have sex with baby!Patrick" came up yet again, when kalpurna said that he'd totally do it even if he already HAD had sex with that Patrick in the normal timeline. Which of course leads to the question of whether Pete Wentz would go back in time to have a threesome with Baby!Patrick and his own younger self.

I THINK WE ALL KNOW THE ANSWER TO THIS, DEEP IN OUR HEARTS.

(Patrick would be all, "wait, so you got even MORE insane in seven years? How does that work?")

You know what is never not funny? The word "cockslut." ♥

In conclusion: but I don't want to want to fuck Brendon Urie. Make it stop? Help me, fandom.

Three thoughts I had this evening that are completely and utterly NOT original in any way:

1) Wow, The Sting is a really freaking awesome movie.

2) Young Paul Newman was really hot.

3) Young Robert Redford was really hot, and the resemblance to Brad Pitt can be uncanny.

And then after my sister and I finished watching The Sting, we moved on to tonight's episode of Big Brother 8. Oh, yeaaaaaah. Nothing but CLASS in this joint!

To the small portion of my friends list who love both How I Met Your Mother AND Callum Keith Rennie:

Okay, no kidding, after tonight's HIMYM, somebody is going to write Barney/Craig from Last Night, right? RIGHT? He ... he has a list, people. *hands it to you on a platter*

Edited to add: the mini-crostic puzzle I am working on online right now has KEN WAHL as a clue. *glares* I am not sure HOW Tracey is responsible for this, but I blame her nonetheless.

So speshope and I went to the cheap-o movie theater to see a movie for a dollar-fifty this evening and ended up seeing the quite enjoyable Music & Lyrics. We both think that the movie could benefit from some choice Fake-Band-Not-Really-RPS, though. Because! In the flashback music video thing, Hugh Grant and his band frontman were very very slashy. All over each other! And, you know, there is the whole betrayal thing, because Slashy Frontman left the band to be a big star on his own, after he and Hugh Grant were together all the way since school and wrote all their songs together.

--Huh, imdb tells me that Slashy Frontman is actually Jason Street from Friday Night Lights. No wonder he looked familiar.

SECONDLY. During the before-the-movie thing where they show random behind the scenes footage of different things, they had this whole little thing about I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry, which ... um. Okay, so obviously we are definitely not the target audience for this movie, right? But man, in theory, that sort of plot scenario has such potential.

"Slash has spoiled us too much," I told Spes. "If I went and saw a movie like that, I would want them to fall in love by the end. Dammit."

...So then Spes decided that that should be a challenge. Any fandom! They are forced by circumstances into a marriage of convenience! Then (unexpectedly!) they fall in love! Awwwww.

So, yeah, anyone who wants to write that for us, feel free!

Also, when we got back to Spes's place, we ended up eating pizza and watched What a Way to Go!, which I had never seen before, which -- oh my GOD, dudes, Paul Newman is incredibly smoking hot in this movie. Like, obviously, Paul Newman has always been an attractive man, but seriously: smoking. (Also, strangely reminiscient of current day Ryan Gosling at times.)

If I could find pictures online I would share, but I can't. My brilliant plans are foiled!!!

Edited to add: speshope has provided some screencaps! Mmm, scruffy.

The brand new movie theater over by Spes's house had a deal with $1 movie tickets, popcorn and soda, so we went to one f the matinees there yesterday and saw The Pursuit of Happyness. Which, you know, nothing special but enjoyable enough, and we left the place feeling okay. Except now it's a day later and the longer I have to think it over, the angrier I am getting in retrospect. ( Because )

Exhibit A: "Victoria's Secret."

Exhibit B: On the street with Molly Parker at the very end of "Men with Brooms."

Exhibit C: Up against the coffeehouse wall with Rebecca Jenkins in "Wilby Wonderful."

Exhibit D: Rolling around the bed with Martha Burns in the second season of "Slings and Arrows."

Good GODDAMN, people. Why on Earth is Paul Gross not kissing girls onscreen ALL THE FREAKING TIME? I just -- I'm feeling a little lightheaded just talking about this.

In non-"Prettiest Man in Canada" news, today I started rereading some of the Gotham Knights run -- including #43, which is mainly notable as "Hey, Zee, did you say something about writing Babs/Jason sometime? Didn't you? Huh? Huh? Huh?"

(There are no permutations of Batgirl/Robin my OTPness will not encompass! Dick/Babs and Cass/Steph are classics, and Tim/Cass is my sekrit favorite, but I will take what I can get! Um. Also! Speaking of "fic ideas Zee and I have discussed on AIM many times", I *still* really want that story where after Dick stops being Robin, the small child Bruce finds and takes in and trains is not the wheels-stealing street rat boy, but rather the mute, traumatized warrior girl. Yis.)

I think now is the time to make dinner. And then watch NCIS. Yes.