Cluster of Sheet Music

 The crowd erupts into a torrent of shouts and boos and even those damnable vuvuzelas as the teams, AC Milan and Club America, file onto the football field turn soccer pitch. They hold their heads high, both lines, as if all that mattered in the world was the match set to begin shortly. The announcements begin, welcoming the fans and the two teams to this wonderful event, and the crowd grows impossibly louder. Hand-shaking, coin toss, and settling onto the field and everyone is filled with a joyous apprehension.

The whistle blows and the sound is absolutely deafening. A pass to Inzaghi, back to Ronaldinho, then up to Flamini and lost to Club America.
The first half ends in a disappointing 0-0 tie. So many shots, so many missed opportunities. The teams head back to the locker rooms.

They return fifteen minutes later, wrapped in warm-ups, and engage in their drills before the second half begins.

Again, a whistle and the ball begins its uncertain path to expecting and greedy feet.

Now the fifty-sixth minute and the back of AC Milan's net flutters as the ball hits to left corner. The stadium explodes with cheers and shouts of disapproval as the ref whistles once to mark a goal has been scored. A mistake Onyewu will not make again.

Sixty-fifth minute. Tension is an understatement if one ever chose that to describe what's between the players on the field. A few minutes after ridiculous fights break out, Pippo Inzaghi flicks the ball into the right corner of Club America's goal. Every AC Milan fan screams and sings Pippo's name as they jump. It's a tie! Clean slate. AC Milan has a chance again.

Everyone hopes their team scores. Everyone must. It's just the sport.
The eighty-fourth minute comes on with no expected gift but Club America sends in a fluke of a goal. Once again, beer is sloshed and voices are pushed to their limits. This could be the ending sentence for AC Milan's chance.

And it is.

Ronaldinho has a penalty kick from twenty-five feet out and Armando Navarette makes an impossible, sure-handed dive to save the goal.

That's the last minute, the last piece of hope for AC Milan and when the whistle blows in its final call, the stadium is filled with noise and movement and disappointment and joy.

The international sport.


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I wrote this after the AC Milan v. Club America friendly here in Atlanta and I neglected it for some time. (I was at that game! PIPPO!) But I like it. I feel a sort of rhythm to it that I am fond of.

I've devised I want to dress up in this strangely gorgeous (to me) dress, Amanda Grayson's from Star Trek XI, I think. It's lovely.
Here it is.
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It shall be my dress. I promise.

 Instructions: Open up your iTunes (or WinAmp, or whatever) and fill out this survey, no matter how embarrassing the responses might be.

How many songs total: 730, not including German podcasts and the albums not added to iTunes.
How many hours or days of music: 1.4 days
Most recently played: Robots by Flight of the Conchords
Most played: Swing by Savage
Most recently added: Cantina by Voltaire

Sort by song title
First Song: Ain't No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye
Last Song: 24 Hours by Jem

Sort by time
Shortest: To Boldly Go by Michael Giacchino (27 seconds)
Longest: Nothing But You by Paul van Dyk (over 7 minutes)

Sort by album
First album: Absolution (Muse)
Last album: Your Arsenal (The Smiths) or 40 oz. of Freedom (Sublime)

First song that comes up on Shuffle: Infrared by Placebo

Search the following and state how many songs come up:
Death - 6: Lovers in Japan by Coldplay (It's 'cause of the album name)
Life - 15: She Is by the Fray (Album name)
Love - 39: Stop! In the Name of Love by the Supremes (and Diana Ross)
Hate - 4: Hate Me by Blue October
You - 80: Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge
Sex - 6: The Sexy Data Tango by Voltaire


Yeah.
Not as cool as I expected.

Gotta work on gifts and school stuff.

 Now, to be honest, I lack tact and the gift to be vague, because I snicker and grin to much that it lets people know exactly what I'm thinking but I like to pretend I've been blessed with said gifts.

But, truthfully, I haven't even posted about my trip to New Mexico because my mind was still blown.
I really, really, truly did have a wonderful time out there, just basking in the amazing presence of my dearest and enjoying the sheer insanity of her family because they are great people with open and warm hearts. It was just so great. Oh. *pats heart* And we shared many laughs, spent late hours chatting or just enjoying being close to one another (at least, I liked just being there with her), and had great times all around. I was slightly disappointed that the night before my departure back to Atlanta, I was filled with an uncontrollable sadness because I hated leaving. 'A day without her is like a day without the sun' as someone wise once said. Yes, it truly is. She's just a force to be reckoned with and a light soul that is caring and devoted.
But, yes, I loved my time out there and she's expressed her enjoyment of my visit so I'd call this a win.

Other than that, I have nothing to discuss as I need to tend to some things.
Big kisses, my dears.

Don't be anti-social, watch Star Trek, obsess over Michael Giacchino's orchestra music, play the cello, don't eat that baked potato, tell Mum to go get checked for cancer, tell Dad to stop smokin', tell Bitty to not go to the apartment April 6th of '07, and do something with that hair. Ugh.

I was on the plane to Denver, Colorado when I wrote these on my iTouch. The sun was rising in Atlanta (my starting point) and it just painted the sky lovely shades of warm colors.

-… rose-tinted dawn gently kisses the indigo sky above.

-The scene is like a watercolor with deep shades of blue playing against vivid orange. Almost surreal, one might say.

-The clouds are soft foam rolls dipped in the fairest orange stain.

So, yeah.

I'm currently beta'ing for four people (shabbyself , virgo_24 , lost4aname , and mach1n3 ) and they're all wonderful people. Courteous and fun and talented. Go read their fics (or ficlets for some). That leaves two spots open. If you're interested, message me. (Or email: jhourdynne@gmail.com)





I need to get my tetanus booster but they only allow one hundred a days and damn huge Mexican families get to the Health Center before I can so I'm at risk to that and cervical cancer because I can't get my Gardasil shot either. (And, oh, my mother has cervical cancer so that kinda sucks.)

 

 I must have accidentally erased any traces that I've written a previous review and I've recently wanted to write it again.

So, here goes.
I own nothing about the film, no rights. This contains spoilers for those who haven't seen it. All thoughts and ideas expressed in this are my own and are authorized by my citizenship.

 

After watching many episodes of the original series and interviews with the cast (thanks to the silly Australian Blunty), I've decided that I should re-do my review for Star Trek.
I don't own any rights to this film. Spoilers for those who haven't seen this film. All ideas and thoughts expressed in this are my own.


First: The movie has stellar (lol) sound effects, visuals and soundtrack. The visuals - they were a wonderful recreation of the space we once found in the 60's sci-fi episodes and, although I wasn't a big fan of the extremely bright Nokia bridge, I thought that it fit well with the film and it's adoration of light distortion. That was another thing I loved - the messing with the lights. All it took was one swing of the camera (and a bit of editing skills afterwards) and the light would flick across a face or create pale speckles across the scene. I really dig that and thought it was very proper for this movie. (That's all I focused on the third time I saw it.) The sound effects were fun, too. It was great that, from time to time, Abrams applied the scientific law of space - no sound in the lack of medium. I think what got me jumping was the warp speed bang; a slow, low rumbling and then, BANG! To be honest, it gave me goosebumps every time. The phaser shots in this one were different from TOS, where it was one, steady shot, as in this, they were short bursts (thanks to the guy who did the sound effects for Star Wars) but it seemed like it was supposed to be like that from the beginning of the franchise. The soundtrack was something else I really enjoyed (the thing I paid attention to the third and fourth time I saw it) because, first, it used lots of brass and percussion that set that action/sci-fi/modern tone but it also had frantic strings behind, forcing your heart to race or to slow with the scene and the notes.

Second: Leonard Nimoy, my lovely, was in there! I was ecstatic when I saw him turn to face Jim, and the camera. Of course, he did a very good job and I loved just seeing him in a reboot of the franchise he pretty much defined. Sure, Kirk was the womanizing, bold captain but I remember that when I was young and I didn't know anything really about Star Trek, I knew Spock. I knew of the pointy eared logical commander. (But I never really cared) In an interview with him and his wife, Susan Bay, (Michael Bay's niece or cousin), she said that several hours after the writers left with their proposal for him to show, he was still sitting in silence and awe. I felt so happy for the man.

Third: The characters, although not my preferences, were properly played and...
Chris Pine (James Tiberius Kirk): That goofy man played a really good Jim Kirk. He brought in his own quirkiness while maintaining the 'Shatnerian' qualities that created the character - the way he sits in the command chair, his crooked smile, his determination - so you get all these qualities that make Jim Kirk.
Zachary Quinto (Mister Spock): He played a convincing Spock, a bit more emotional than Nimoy's but I liked it. One of the most popular scenes for people I know is when he was talking to the high council and they had pissed him off but he didn't show it; he just said 'Live long and prosper' like 'Fuck off and die'. Pretty awesome.
Karl Urban (Leonard Horatio "Bones" McCoy): From my last Star Trek review, I have grown a new appreciation for this man. He is quirky and fun and has a rockin accent. (Mmmm, Kiwi.) As for his acting, I have noticed similarities with DeForest Kelley and he's a good actor. I like him, just not as much as the deceased DeForest.
Zoe Saldana (Nyota Uhura): The hot black chick on bridge, she filled the spot Nichelle carved out very well. (Not to mention, she's gorgeous) She had the snippy attitude the original had from time to time but I guess because her story was different from the original's, she was different.
Simon Pegg (Montgomery "Scotty" Scott): The only actor who didn't have to audition. He received aid from his Scottish wife and the film's first assistant director for his accent although it's more West coast than East. I still think he was a funny Scotty. (I miss James Doohan.)
John Cho (Hikaru Sulu): Asian pilot, he is the knowledgeable botanist turn pilot and he isn't all the involved in the original series but in this movie, he seems to be a small comedic, not a relief so much as a sigh. I didn't find him particularly challenged for his role and he wasn't all that funny. (Just when he left the parking break on.)
Anton Yelchin (Pavel Andreievich Chekov): I really enjoyed seeing 'Jailbait' up on screen but I felt so bad when he did. (When he lost Spock's mama.) I liked his part, especially since he was the comedic relief when it wasn't necessary. "...wiktor wiktor..." Oh, Pasha.
Eric Bana (Romulan Captain "Nero" Ŏ’ŗên): I don't care what Blunty says about him - he did a phenomenal job at portraying his character's hate/spite/vengeance. I'm sure that with more scenes in the films, his character wouldn't seem as flimsy and uninspired. I thought he did good. My favorite scene with him, and my third favorite scene altogether, was when he was so enraged and he shouted 'Fire everything!'. Splendid.
Chris Hemsworth (George Samuel Kirk, Sr.): Oh. My. Lord. As much as I am not impressed by this man's personal presentation, he was like a frickin God on screen! My heart sank every time I watched him die, every time he heard his son being born and his wife wish for him to be there. Every time you could see the painful joy in his sacrifice. He was amazing at putting forth the right emotions and portraying them spot on. Oh, geez.
Faran Tahir (Richard Robau): Although he wasn't there long, I knew I saw him some place else - Raza from Iron Man. Anyway, he did do good when he had his small part.
Jacob Kogan (child!Spock): Oh, he was a cutie. I enjoyed watching him play a twelve year old Spock.


Done.

(Where you can get the soundtrack for free. Let me know if it's not working and I'll fix it immediately.)
Music.

 Mmm. Nimoy pinup... *licks lips* Get me some of that.

So, Vegas.
Yeah.
So, I have many more pictures...

So, planes. I don't like 'em. Rather, I hate 'em. They... Ugh.
Vegas to Charlotte, NC to sit in a plane for two hours before we could take off and then to Atlanta. (I think something cracked my hip, by the way.)
And on the 24th, it'll be Atlanta to Denver, and then Denver to Albuquerque to see my lover after soooo long! :-D SO EXCITED!
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I've been watching lots of films recently, writing mini reviews in my head because I still need to finish at least six reviews before I go for more, and I must say that watching Karl Urban, my current object of fascination, has some of the weirdest faces on screen.
Munder in Ghost Ship, Paul in Via Satellite, not too many noticeable as Rob in The Price of Milk, Harry in The Irrefutable Truth About Demons (I didn't finish because, although he walks around shirtless for a while, I can't get past the cheesiness), and anything else he's made a funny face in.
Karl Urban Screencap Bonanza!
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So, I'm currently working on some Kirk/Spock (and Spock/Kirk -- reboot since the new!Kirk would be a good bottom, yeah?) for my lover and then I really need to get back to some of the crap I keep putting off.
But.... I like watching movies, too, so....
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I keep writing about this someone. I don't know who they are, if they're male or female, if they're human, or why I'm dreaming about them but in my dreams, there is this silhouetted figure that stands by the moon-lit lake with an umbrella in hand, down by their side, as it pours, yet the sky is still clear.
And these dreams force me to write these... things about how much I love this person but I'll keep my distance and stay friends if they want and all this crap. It's really confusing. I want to know who it is.
Example of the crap it makes me spew.

 I'm going to Las Vegas later today.
To be honest, I'm only partly happy/excited. I mean, sure, seeing my dad after over a month is great and taking photos of the Strip has my photographer's heart screaming but limited access to my friends and a short amount of time out there with the fact that my friend, yeah I'm pretty sure she's my best friend outside of family since I promised that to my mother, is in a bordering state and I really want to see her has nailed my feet to the ground.
So. Pros and cons.

Heroes isn't as bad as I thought it'd be. It takes forever to explain and still there is no Quinto, at least in the part where I'm at, but it's still silly, plotted well, and has that cute Asian Masi Oka. :-D 'Super Hiro'!

I'm working on a reboot!'The Enemy Within' where Yeoman Rand is almost raped and it's really hard to write after she does. Like, what the hell is Bones going to do to punish half of the captain? It's troublesome. But I think I got a suggestive rape scene which is what I was aiming for; I don't want to have to bring out that scary skeleton from the closet.
Mind telling me what you think?
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So, now that that's settled, how are you? :-)


Oh! And, I drew this and I want to feel like the child who wants to see their art on the fridge since I've never really been able to be that kid.

 I've recently been looking over some of my older work, mainly for Star Trek since it has it's own folder, and I think that once I make edits to it, maybe change the way this sentence is or add/remove a few words/sentences that it's better than I thought. Private Moments is a good example, I guess. I found it this morning after I woke with a green bean shoved in my mouth, I edited it, added a few more sentences, changed some words, and I found that it was better than before to me and I actually... liked it. It's definitely not the best I've ever encountered but I think that it's important for me to find something in my repertoire that I like and find that simple editing after time away can do some good.

So, I'm currently talking with my mini, multi-colored Jew about Flapjack, Star Trek, and bimbos who have no appreciation for good ol' cartoons. I think I might draw a bit and edit more of my past works.