That is right. I have no time these days. I cannot get to the theaters very often and the list of movies that I would like to watch grows longer. Since I can't watch the real movie, I have over the last year or so become more and more obsessed with watching movie trailers (previews for you old-timers out there). I feel like this is often just as good as watching the movie, and so I will start a recurring post theme where I review the a few trailers, since I will likely never see the movies. The criteria you ask? I'll keep it simple: Would watch based on trailer (WW), Would not watch based on trailer (WN), or "I already hate this movie" (AH). So, WW = +, WN = -, and AH = --.
First movie: "Turbo"
This warmed my heart. It seems at first brush a re-do of "Cars," (which is already in the works with "Planes," but that is not at issue presently). Seems like a snail who wants to go fast gets some kind of magical transformation when he falls into the Nitrogenous Oxide and there seems to be the typical crew of buddies that he meets in realizing his dreams. Pretty standard cartoon movie stuff. Looks funny enough: WW
Second movie: "Blood Runs Cold"
I don't mind horror movies. I think they have a time and a place. I am not into gore movies, and that is what this is. There are some gore movies that may have a plot (haven't seen that many) but this one seems not to have one. For those that like these kind of movies, you'll probably enjoy this. I thought it looked stupid already. I do not like trailers that exhibit zero imagination. This one was typical cut shots of a scary slasher closing in on victims with a idiotic sounding phrase slowly spelled out in between. Cue the loud breathing/trembling hand holding lighter scene where you get one last look at the 'scary dude.' Looks even less worth seeing then others of this genre: WN
Third movie: "World War Z"
I enjoy end of the world science fiction, hence, I like zombie movies. However, there is a certain love/hate with zombie movies. I can't stand movies that are super silly. the 'slow zombie' is pretty lame, because, unless the story is clear about how things fell apart, I assume that slow zombies wouldn't have much chance against modern weapons. This movie is a 'fast zombie' movie it would seem, and therefore much more believable/scary. I like Brad Pitt generally, and so this seems like an interesting flick. The trailer has enough zombie hoard shots to let you know what it is about, but it thankfully hints that there is an actually storyline. I think this movie would be something like "I Am Legend," which I enjoyed: WW
Fourth movie: "Angels' Share"
I like accents from the UK, don't we all? This is supposedly a comedy, but it didn't seem very funny from the trailer. This seems to be a story of a kid who is on the wrong side of the law who is trying to reform who then has the opportunity to pull one last heist, seemingly to redeem himself and to allow himself a 'second chance' or the ability to 'give up on crime.' These movies can be really good, or really crappy. I get the impression this is the low budget Brit film that gets tossed over to the states every now and again, and I am not really impressed with the trailer. Even if it is about the whiskey industry: WN
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Bet you thought that I would never post again...
Well, you thought wrong. I will post again.
I should really be reading law, alas, I cannot force myself to at the moment. I am unsure of what to write about, since I am mostly involved in school, and that would be excruciatingly boring to all parties. Therefore, I guess I'll reminisce about something funny that I saw lately, that made me (surprisingly) miss my high school days. For those of you who don't know, I hail from the amazing "unincorporated community" called Fruitland. The school that corresponded to my home was Duchesne High. What I saw that made me go all nostalgic was my homecoming king competition video. While embarrassing, it was fun to see the silliness of our tiny school and the ineptness of the competition. (I won, so that should give you an idea of how silly it really was). (No offense Joe). But, lest I continue down a path of trashing little ol' Duchesne, I will instead laud the virtues of that institution of mid-level learning. Firstly: Duchesne was no limiter of the things that a person wanted to do. You could pretty much do whatever extracurricular activity that you wanted. For example, I was involved in the following activities: Extemporaneous speaking, Lincoln-Douglas debate, FHA (Which was changed after little before I got there from Future Homemakers of America to the lest sexist and exclusive Family, Career, and Community Leaders of America), Humorous Interpretation, School Musicals, Academic Decathlon, the Golf team, Geography bowl, Sterling Scholar, and hell, I even subbed in on FFA once (I wish I could have kept the sweet blue cordory (sp?) jacket they lent me for the competition)
Anyway, the idea is that students in our small school had opportunities to pursue what we wanted. I didn't do basketball, so I never attempted to do an activity there that might have led to a rejection of participation. (Basketball being the only thing in the town sacred and exclusive enough to merit tryouts where people actually got cut).
Anyway, it was easy to be involved at DHS. Another nice thing about growing up in this area is that people are generally pretty nice and understanding. This was fortunate for one of my friends, who will go un-named, one particular Halloween. He thought it would be funny to dress up as a KKK member. While this type of thing can be a big deal, at our high school, a teacher merely told him that it was idiotic and inappropriate and that he would need to take the hood off. Instead of scandal, a news story, and a wave of discussion about how potentially racist our school/students were, the student was admonished and it was over. Instead of being expelled, etc, the student went on with life and is a pretty normal guy. I appreciated that aspect of my small school. I can imagine that this situation would have played out quite differently at a larger school.
Finally, in a small school, most people had lifelong nicknames. In my school, we had Sid, Scro, Gig, Bri, Frank (real name Richard), Bubba, Heed, Wiener, Meyer, and so forth. My name was "Fro", which is cruel irony these days. And politic chic (the only person who reads this blog) used to be known as "Zo". It is a funny small town quirk that the community feels the need to rename all of its members.
I could write more about the joys of Duchesne, but I think I will leave it to a future post. Also, I think that I will start blogging more frequently. I know that the masses are cheering in joy right this instant.
I should really be reading law, alas, I cannot force myself to at the moment. I am unsure of what to write about, since I am mostly involved in school, and that would be excruciatingly boring to all parties. Therefore, I guess I'll reminisce about something funny that I saw lately, that made me (surprisingly) miss my high school days. For those of you who don't know, I hail from the amazing "unincorporated community" called Fruitland. The school that corresponded to my home was Duchesne High. What I saw that made me go all nostalgic was my homecoming king competition video. While embarrassing, it was fun to see the silliness of our tiny school and the ineptness of the competition. (I won, so that should give you an idea of how silly it really was). (No offense Joe). But, lest I continue down a path of trashing little ol' Duchesne, I will instead laud the virtues of that institution of mid-level learning. Firstly: Duchesne was no limiter of the things that a person wanted to do. You could pretty much do whatever extracurricular activity that you wanted. For example, I was involved in the following activities: Extemporaneous speaking, Lincoln-Douglas debate, FHA (Which was changed after little before I got there from Future Homemakers of America to the lest sexist and exclusive Family, Career, and Community Leaders of America), Humorous Interpretation, School Musicals, Academic Decathlon, the Golf team, Geography bowl, Sterling Scholar, and hell, I even subbed in on FFA once (I wish I could have kept the sweet blue cordory (sp?) jacket they lent me for the competition)
Anyway, the idea is that students in our small school had opportunities to pursue what we wanted. I didn't do basketball, so I never attempted to do an activity there that might have led to a rejection of participation. (Basketball being the only thing in the town sacred and exclusive enough to merit tryouts where people actually got cut).
Anyway, it was easy to be involved at DHS. Another nice thing about growing up in this area is that people are generally pretty nice and understanding. This was fortunate for one of my friends, who will go un-named, one particular Halloween. He thought it would be funny to dress up as a KKK member. While this type of thing can be a big deal, at our high school, a teacher merely told him that it was idiotic and inappropriate and that he would need to take the hood off. Instead of scandal, a news story, and a wave of discussion about how potentially racist our school/students were, the student was admonished and it was over. Instead of being expelled, etc, the student went on with life and is a pretty normal guy. I appreciated that aspect of my small school. I can imagine that this situation would have played out quite differently at a larger school.
Finally, in a small school, most people had lifelong nicknames. In my school, we had Sid, Scro, Gig, Bri, Frank (real name Richard), Bubba, Heed, Wiener, Meyer, and so forth. My name was "Fro", which is cruel irony these days. And politic chic (the only person who reads this blog) used to be known as "Zo". It is a funny small town quirk that the community feels the need to rename all of its members.
I could write more about the joys of Duchesne, but I think I will leave it to a future post. Also, I think that I will start blogging more frequently. I know that the masses are cheering in joy right this instant.
Friday, November 2, 2012
Law School and such.
Well friends, it has been a while since I have posted anything, and I am sure you area all bursting with impatience to know what is going on in my life... (**crickets chirping).
Law School. That is what is going on. Basically all that is going on. If you don't care about law school, stop reading now, because I have nothing more to offer. Anyway, Law School at J. Reuben Clark is good times. Granted, it's a lot of work, and I find myself reading and going to class and then reading some more, but it is interesting stuff. My classes as a first year are Torts, Contracts, Property, and Research and Writing. I also have 'professional seminars' where once a week a lawyer or a judge or someone will come and tell us about the world. I like these spiels, and most recently there was a pair of attorney's who thought that, it their law careers were to fail, then they could make it in the world of stand up comedy. Sadly, I thought they were hilarious. It was all law jokes, so I won't burden you, but trust me, they were funny guys.
In any event, for the first time in my life (except for when I'm around politicchic) I am around people who want to talk as much or more than I do. It is weird to be the stoic one in the group often times. Frankly, law students are annoying. I am one, and so yes, I am also obnoxious, as I'm sure you may have heard from the aforementioned politicchic. All that aside, there are a few good peeps here, and there are a few that I would rather not have to listen too. There are two people in particular who I consider 1) Arch Rival, and 2) Nemesis. The former is a woman, who I shall code name Cheshire from here forward (because she grins like a psycho) and the latter I shall code name Woody (because he is reminiscent of a woodchuck). Just to be clear
1 =
and 2 =
And so, reasons that I dislike this folks is because they are those law students who try to comment ALWAYS about EVERYTHING. This includes (in fact, seems to require) times when they haven't fully formed what they wish to say and so the class is treated to an intimate view into the inner working of their thought processes. It depresses me to waste my time writing about these people, so I will stop.
Lets see. Torts, I like reading the cases, class is somewhat boring. I like our Professor, she is a genius... BUT, her voice makes me want to open my veins. She has a high, breaky voice, and she tries to project to the back of the class. Since I sit in the very front in that class, I often feel as though little sharp hammers are stabbing my eardrums. But alas, at least it forces me to pay attention.
Property, I started out loving this class, now not as much. I like property and have strong feelings about it, but our law is grounded in all of these ancient feudalistic ideas that we inherited from Mother England, and so there is a lot of areas where the old system clashes with new practicality, and it is complicated. The worst part is, you still need to know the old system rules because property has the annoying tendency to stick around for a long time and old deeds and whatnot are still valid. Also, our professor is brand new and it kills me to be a Guinea pig. He is still ironing out time management and all that, and we suffer as a result.
Contracts is much like a game with complicated rules that I don't know. It is a bummer now, but as one masters the rules, it makes sense. It is steadily getting better, and at least our professor is highly entertaining, since this is a class that might have been REALLY painful with a boring professor.
And research and writing. This class will give me an ulcer. I don't want to write more about it, since this class has already caused me to write a lot.
Apart from classes, life is pretty good here at good ol' J. Reuben Clark Law School. There are clubs that I enjoy, one of which is sending me to Denver for giggles. That is the Energy, Environment, and Resource Student Association. I also helped out with the Law and Region Symposium which took place about a month ago. I even met the Chief Justice for the Supreme Court of Peru accidentally, which was a perk. All in all, Law School is hard, but good times.
Law School. That is what is going on. Basically all that is going on. If you don't care about law school, stop reading now, because I have nothing more to offer. Anyway, Law School at J. Reuben Clark is good times. Granted, it's a lot of work, and I find myself reading and going to class and then reading some more, but it is interesting stuff. My classes as a first year are Torts, Contracts, Property, and Research and Writing. I also have 'professional seminars' where once a week a lawyer or a judge or someone will come and tell us about the world. I like these spiels, and most recently there was a pair of attorney's who thought that, it their law careers were to fail, then they could make it in the world of stand up comedy. Sadly, I thought they were hilarious. It was all law jokes, so I won't burden you, but trust me, they were funny guys.
In any event, for the first time in my life (except for when I'm around politicchic) I am around people who want to talk as much or more than I do. It is weird to be the stoic one in the group often times. Frankly, law students are annoying. I am one, and so yes, I am also obnoxious, as I'm sure you may have heard from the aforementioned politicchic. All that aside, there are a few good peeps here, and there are a few that I would rather not have to listen too. There are two people in particular who I consider 1) Arch Rival, and 2) Nemesis. The former is a woman, who I shall code name Cheshire from here forward (because she grins like a psycho) and the latter I shall code name Woody (because he is reminiscent of a woodchuck). Just to be clear
1 =
And so, reasons that I dislike this folks is because they are those law students who try to comment ALWAYS about EVERYTHING. This includes (in fact, seems to require) times when they haven't fully formed what they wish to say and so the class is treated to an intimate view into the inner working of their thought processes. It depresses me to waste my time writing about these people, so I will stop.
Lets see. Torts, I like reading the cases, class is somewhat boring. I like our Professor, she is a genius... BUT, her voice makes me want to open my veins. She has a high, breaky voice, and she tries to project to the back of the class. Since I sit in the very front in that class, I often feel as though little sharp hammers are stabbing my eardrums. But alas, at least it forces me to pay attention.
Property, I started out loving this class, now not as much. I like property and have strong feelings about it, but our law is grounded in all of these ancient feudalistic ideas that we inherited from Mother England, and so there is a lot of areas where the old system clashes with new practicality, and it is complicated. The worst part is, you still need to know the old system rules because property has the annoying tendency to stick around for a long time and old deeds and whatnot are still valid. Also, our professor is brand new and it kills me to be a Guinea pig. He is still ironing out time management and all that, and we suffer as a result.
Contracts is much like a game with complicated rules that I don't know. It is a bummer now, but as one masters the rules, it makes sense. It is steadily getting better, and at least our professor is highly entertaining, since this is a class that might have been REALLY painful with a boring professor.
And research and writing. This class will give me an ulcer. I don't want to write more about it, since this class has already caused me to write a lot.
Apart from classes, life is pretty good here at good ol' J. Reuben Clark Law School. There are clubs that I enjoy, one of which is sending me to Denver for giggles. That is the Energy, Environment, and Resource Student Association. I also helped out with the Law and Region Symposium which took place about a month ago. I even met the Chief Justice for the Supreme Court of Peru accidentally, which was a perk. All in all, Law School is hard, but good times.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Heh heh heh.
I put this together in honor of the coming election.
This is for my dude friends who have recently revealed that they are shameful liberals.
This is for my dude friends who have recently revealed that they are shameful liberals.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Time to post.
Things have been pretty busy since Law School began. I wish I could write up a long detailed post, but you will just have to be content with this lame short post.
Here are some interesting business cards. I found these while I was looking for examples for my own. Turns out, if you have no business, and no degree (while still studying), you really don't have much to put on a card. Who knew?
Here are some interesting business cards. I found these while I was looking for examples for my own. Turns out, if you have no business, and no degree (while still studying), you really don't have much to put on a card. Who knew?
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Cool Video: Camera Warfare.
Go watch these videos. They are sweet. I'm looking at you Gluchifer and Alan.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Look what I can do
I was recently playing around with Adobe Illustrator, and I decided to take a stab at vector graphic drawing. I suck at it, but after a few hours of persistence, I finally created these two drawings of my favorite superheros: Batman and Wolverine.
I know there are people out there with vastly more skill, and I invite those people to engage in similar projects and to share.
In other news, last night was my last at Heritage Schools- I'm done for now, and likely will not be going back. It would be possible one summer I suppose, but after the Law School track begins, it doesn't leave much room for such things. Two weeks left with Orem City. I was recently switched from weed abatement to parkways, which means now I mow and don't spray. It's even more of a slow pace city job than my other one was. Alas, only a few more days roasting in the sun and then I'll be free to enjoy only dealing with school. Hurray?
I know there are people out there with vastly more skill, and I invite those people to engage in similar projects and to share.
In other news, last night was my last at Heritage Schools- I'm done for now, and likely will not be going back. It would be possible one summer I suppose, but after the Law School track begins, it doesn't leave much room for such things. Two weeks left with Orem City. I was recently switched from weed abatement to parkways, which means now I mow and don't spray. It's even more of a slow pace city job than my other one was. Alas, only a few more days roasting in the sun and then I'll be free to enjoy only dealing with school. Hurray?
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