I need a vacation.
Aug. 20th, 2003 04:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
azuriteRoad trip is in TWO days. I have roughly 7 loads of laundry to do tomorrow-- and I wonder if Mom will even give me enough money to finish two.
I will have fun this weekend, I will have fun this weekend.
Depending on when Dad wants to pick me up, I might or might not go to RTA. I want to, since I didn't go last week, and I might just have enough tix to get me new lava lamp now!
Ugh, I've been doing three things today-- 1) cleaning my room-- actually, moving my late sister's dresser OUT; 2) reading Battle Royale; 3) scanning the computer for viruses.
1) I hate moving stuff. My hands feel all raw and sore, and I moved that damned broken up dresser so much... I don't know what Mom's thinking, saying she's going to keep it; there's no room in HER room, let alone in the sunroom... so I moved it, at first, to the small area in the front hall, between the desk and the heating vent-- it stuck out like a sore thumb. So I moved the two armrest-chairs from their spot next to the curtained living room entrance and put it there. It looks good, even if it's out of place-- you know, a dresser in a dining room. Mom can put whatever she wants in there, I don't care. She sure as hell isn't going to get me to put it back in my room; I told her I didn't want it, she said she'd get rid of it, and I don't think she can or will. So it's staying out there until SHE figures out what to do with it. I've come to the grandoise conclusion that I HATE having so much stuff. That includes clothes, books, furniture-- I want it GONE. And Moms shoulf be happy I'm taking the initiative and finally starting to clean and get my life in order. I don't want to be a packrat all my life.
2) Ah yes, BR. I'll write a full review when I'm done, but there are a couple of things I've noticed in my reading thus far, and for those interested, I'll include them.
On the cover, you see the silhouettes of a boy and girl standing side by side. This image is the same as on the binding, only while the cover is red and the silhouettes are black (on the cover), on the binding, this color scheme is reversed. But that's not what I'm getting at. Between the boy and the girl is a vertical image of a shotgun or a rifle. I noticed it while looking at the boy's sleeve; it might have been he was wearing a watch, but why put such detail into silhouettes? More so, who would wear a watch OUTSIDE their sleeves? Ergo, a closer look-- hey, that's a trigger! Pretty freaky-- the thing that divides classmates, friends, and couples is the game --the Program-- is death-- in the form of a shotgun.
Also, page 330-- Noriko is recovering from her illness, and Shuuya (I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be two "u's") says that "Kazuo cooked some rice." o_O Er, Kazuo? Kazuo Kiriyama, killer at large? He doesn't cook rice for NOBODY! It was Shogo Kawada who cooked it-- but someone got confused, either the translator or the author himself.
Speaking of which, translation is a rough job. But to be frank, the publishers/Takami-sensei could have found a better one. Or maybe it's just VIZ, who knows? *wry chuckle* It almost seems stream-of-consciousness, but there's a lot of errors in there which are unintentional-- at least, when it comes to grammar and fact.
At the end of certain chapter segments, for example, it says XX students remaining. In one section, it said 'XX PLAYERS remaining.' This gave me a weird impression, like all of a sudden, everyone left was taking the Game seriously. But they're not-- and they reverted back to 'students' by the next section.
It also seems as though the manga and the novel are more concurrent with one another than the movies. Obviously; since movies take much more money, time, and resources to produce. I can understand why so much included in the novel (and presumably, in the manga, as it's released) had to be cut. I DON'T get why Kiriyama and Kawada were 'added' to the class last minute in the movie, while they'd ALWAYS been apart of the class in the novel/manga. Also, the manga seems to have changed stuff too; between Sakura and Kazuhiko; there was no "purse" incident. Lots of things never explained in the movie are covered in the book; why Shinji Mimura has a laptop, for example, and how he's even ABLE to hack into the government systems.
Hmm... there's probably more I'm forgetting, but I'll save it for a full-length review once I'm finished. Maybe I'll take notes in the form of post-its.
3) Ever since word of that new worm came out, my mom's been paranoid. She says computers at work are affected. Heeding the warnings of the both of them, I downloaded and installed the patch a while ago, but when Rochelle was here trying to get to a Great America page about online tickets, she kept getting kicked off. Mom thought we had the virus, so when I woke up this morning, I checked to see if we had any virus software left-- lo and behold, Norton AV 2002! To my surprise, it still worked-- and detected no viruses mind you. But then, I can't update it with the latest virus warnings and the like because LiveUpdate requires a damn subscription! I was looking for a crack, but the only one I found that "worked" didn't "work" for NAV. It just downloaded right. o_O *sigh* Help?
Anyway, there's still much to be done, no matter how much my hands and head hurt. At least I'll have muchos arm and leg strength after all this moving, eh?
Oh yeah, yesterday. Well, Joe and I went to Marine World, which was cool, since the weather brightened up. A lot. I regretted not bringing my swim suit, or at the least, a t-shirt or a tanktop. I was ROASTING in my black tie-up shirt, and ended up "cheerleader-tying" it up until we went on the first ride, that boat-splash-whatever it is ride. We went on all the coasters that were open-- Zonga wasn't, unfortunately, but the rest were a blast! And, since I got my glasses adjusted, they actually stayed on my face the whole time... ^_^ hee hee. I had fun-- though I feel bad since Joe had to pay for much of it. We did manage to get a free admission (with the purchase of one full admission) using a Coke can, so that saved us cash... but lunch wasn't cheap (it was tasty though-- CORN DOG!) and neither was dessert (again, yummy-- cinnamon raisin CREPE!!). But all turned out okay in the end, I guess.
I think we had fun. We went back to Joe's place so he could change (we were both very wet, especially after the White Water Safari ride-- you know, the ones where you ride in an inner tube? Both me and Joe got caught under a WATERFALL!) and such. I checked my email, then we headed out to rent Evita, grab apples and macaroni at Albertson's, and go to my place for dinner and a movie. Macaroni and cheese, yummers! I ran out, so I remember missing how much I liked the taste of the three-cheese kind. Also made an apple crisp-- though it didn't take as many apples as I thought it would. I might make another one later, this one with raisins in it too. What can I say, I'm a raisin freak. ^_^ I like raisins, and I like grapes, but I cannot stand grape juice. o_O
Watched Evita, which was sad, somewhat confusing, but ultimately, thought-provoking and inspiring! I have a great idea for a SM fic... but I can't tell you anything, other than the scenes that played out in my head made even ME cry! MWAHA. =)
Uhm, there was just some awkwardness at my house. You know, getting too comfortable. Joe knows I don't like him that way anymore, I don't think I even need to TELL him that, but... he was almost bordering on Kenny-ness last night, which freaked me out. I hate making people upset though... then again, I have to be honest and speak my mind, hence the ranting here. Feh, besides, he doesn't even bother to include me on his friend's list or anything, since he's "afraid he'll read something he doesn't want to." I'm sorry, but LAME!? The world is full of stuff we don't like to see or hear, but we see or hear it ANYWAY, and we absorb it, accept it, and MOVE ON! This is just me though. I've been smacked in the face one too many times to ENJOY dwelling in misery anymore. If people like to do that, that's their own trip.
*sigh* Somewhat riled up now... somwhat hungry, too. Maybe I'll heat up some old macaroni, grab a tall glass of milk, and crash on the couch again to read some more BR. Yeah.
I will have fun this weekend, I will have fun this weekend.
Depending on when Dad wants to pick me up, I might or might not go to RTA. I want to, since I didn't go last week, and I might just have enough tix to get me new lava lamp now!
Ugh, I've been doing three things today-- 1) cleaning my room-- actually, moving my late sister's dresser OUT; 2) reading Battle Royale; 3) scanning the computer for viruses.
1) I hate moving stuff. My hands feel all raw and sore, and I moved that damned broken up dresser so much... I don't know what Mom's thinking, saying she's going to keep it; there's no room in HER room, let alone in the sunroom... so I moved it, at first, to the small area in the front hall, between the desk and the heating vent-- it stuck out like a sore thumb. So I moved the two armrest-chairs from their spot next to the curtained living room entrance and put it there. It looks good, even if it's out of place-- you know, a dresser in a dining room. Mom can put whatever she wants in there, I don't care. She sure as hell isn't going to get me to put it back in my room; I told her I didn't want it, she said she'd get rid of it, and I don't think she can or will. So it's staying out there until SHE figures out what to do with it. I've come to the grandoise conclusion that I HATE having so much stuff. That includes clothes, books, furniture-- I want it GONE. And Moms shoulf be happy I'm taking the initiative and finally starting to clean and get my life in order. I don't want to be a packrat all my life.
2) Ah yes, BR. I'll write a full review when I'm done, but there are a couple of things I've noticed in my reading thus far, and for those interested, I'll include them.
On the cover, you see the silhouettes of a boy and girl standing side by side. This image is the same as on the binding, only while the cover is red and the silhouettes are black (on the cover), on the binding, this color scheme is reversed. But that's not what I'm getting at. Between the boy and the girl is a vertical image of a shotgun or a rifle. I noticed it while looking at the boy's sleeve; it might have been he was wearing a watch, but why put such detail into silhouettes? More so, who would wear a watch OUTSIDE their sleeves? Ergo, a closer look-- hey, that's a trigger! Pretty freaky-- the thing that divides classmates, friends, and couples is the game --the Program-- is death-- in the form of a shotgun.
Also, page 330-- Noriko is recovering from her illness, and Shuuya (I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be two "u's") says that "Kazuo cooked some rice." o_O Er, Kazuo? Kazuo Kiriyama, killer at large? He doesn't cook rice for NOBODY! It was Shogo Kawada who cooked it-- but someone got confused, either the translator or the author himself.
Speaking of which, translation is a rough job. But to be frank, the publishers/Takami-sensei could have found a better one. Or maybe it's just VIZ, who knows? *wry chuckle* It almost seems stream-of-consciousness, but there's a lot of errors in there which are unintentional-- at least, when it comes to grammar and fact.
At the end of certain chapter segments, for example, it says XX students remaining. In one section, it said 'XX PLAYERS remaining.' This gave me a weird impression, like all of a sudden, everyone left was taking the Game seriously. But they're not-- and they reverted back to 'students' by the next section.
It also seems as though the manga and the novel are more concurrent with one another than the movies. Obviously; since movies take much more money, time, and resources to produce. I can understand why so much included in the novel (and presumably, in the manga, as it's released) had to be cut. I DON'T get why Kiriyama and Kawada were 'added' to the class last minute in the movie, while they'd ALWAYS been apart of the class in the novel/manga. Also, the manga seems to have changed stuff too; between Sakura and Kazuhiko; there was no "purse" incident. Lots of things never explained in the movie are covered in the book; why Shinji Mimura has a laptop, for example, and how he's even ABLE to hack into the government systems.
Hmm... there's probably more I'm forgetting, but I'll save it for a full-length review once I'm finished. Maybe I'll take notes in the form of post-its.
3) Ever since word of that new worm came out, my mom's been paranoid. She says computers at work are affected. Heeding the warnings of the both of them, I downloaded and installed the patch a while ago, but when Rochelle was here trying to get to a Great America page about online tickets, she kept getting kicked off. Mom thought we had the virus, so when I woke up this morning, I checked to see if we had any virus software left-- lo and behold, Norton AV 2002! To my surprise, it still worked-- and detected no viruses mind you. But then, I can't update it with the latest virus warnings and the like because LiveUpdate requires a damn subscription! I was looking for a crack, but the only one I found that "worked" didn't "work" for NAV. It just downloaded right. o_O *sigh* Help?
Anyway, there's still much to be done, no matter how much my hands and head hurt. At least I'll have muchos arm and leg strength after all this moving, eh?
Oh yeah, yesterday. Well, Joe and I went to Marine World, which was cool, since the weather brightened up. A lot. I regretted not bringing my swim suit, or at the least, a t-shirt or a tanktop. I was ROASTING in my black tie-up shirt, and ended up "cheerleader-tying" it up until we went on the first ride, that boat-splash-whatever it is ride. We went on all the coasters that were open-- Zonga wasn't, unfortunately, but the rest were a blast! And, since I got my glasses adjusted, they actually stayed on my face the whole time... ^_^ hee hee. I had fun-- though I feel bad since Joe had to pay for much of it. We did manage to get a free admission (with the purchase of one full admission) using a Coke can, so that saved us cash... but lunch wasn't cheap (it was tasty though-- CORN DOG!) and neither was dessert (again, yummy-- cinnamon raisin CREPE!!). But all turned out okay in the end, I guess.
I think we had fun. We went back to Joe's place so he could change (we were both very wet, especially after the White Water Safari ride-- you know, the ones where you ride in an inner tube? Both me and Joe got caught under a WATERFALL!) and such. I checked my email, then we headed out to rent Evita, grab apples and macaroni at Albertson's, and go to my place for dinner and a movie. Macaroni and cheese, yummers! I ran out, so I remember missing how much I liked the taste of the three-cheese kind. Also made an apple crisp-- though it didn't take as many apples as I thought it would. I might make another one later, this one with raisins in it too. What can I say, I'm a raisin freak. ^_^ I like raisins, and I like grapes, but I cannot stand grape juice. o_O
Watched Evita, which was sad, somewhat confusing, but ultimately, thought-provoking and inspiring! I have a great idea for a SM fic... but I can't tell you anything, other than the scenes that played out in my head made even ME cry! MWAHA. =)
Uhm, there was just some awkwardness at my house. You know, getting too comfortable. Joe knows I don't like him that way anymore, I don't think I even need to TELL him that, but... he was almost bordering on Kenny-ness last night, which freaked me out. I hate making people upset though... then again, I have to be honest and speak my mind, hence the ranting here. Feh, besides, he doesn't even bother to include me on his friend's list or anything, since he's "afraid he'll read something he doesn't want to." I'm sorry, but LAME!? The world is full of stuff we don't like to see or hear, but we see or hear it ANYWAY, and we absorb it, accept it, and MOVE ON! This is just me though. I've been smacked in the face one too many times to ENJOY dwelling in misery anymore. If people like to do that, that's their own trip.
*sigh* Somewhat riled up now... somwhat hungry, too. Maybe I'll heat up some old macaroni, grab a tall glass of milk, and crash on the couch again to read some more BR. Yeah.
