The Ramblings of Elyse

Wow, I kind of stuffed up that linkage action...

And yet, I'm not going to fix it, because that's not how I roll.

I hate titles... and character names...
Seriously, hate them.

It's the real reason why I could never be a writer... yeah, that's it.

Though, let me get real with you for a little bit.

Ok, I won't, because I'm not that much of a tool.

I think I've mentioned this before, but for some reason I have this dream to be big on the internet. That's right, I want to be a meme dammit!
I'm not sure I even know why, because these rants aren't really interesting, enlightening or that amusing to anyone that isn't me.
So that is my big internet dream.

It's dream, I'm way too lazy to actually do anything other than you know make my friends read this. You guys do read when I link you, right? RIGHT? RIGHT?!?!?!

Anyway, that isn't really why I was writing, it was just a tangent.

It is currently 12.51am, what have I done since I got home yesterday from work, not including sleep was watching this youtube channel. It is fricken hilarious.
Tomorrow all my "your mum" jokes are going to be because of that, as well be all the incidents of finger guns and winking. Seriously, this is my warning. You guys should check out my blog and you'd know all about it.

Yes, I watched all 178 videos and just hilarious.
It all started when I clicked onto YouTube, it might have been because I'm looking for a new Reel Big Fish friend now that Chris is leaving me to go to Texas. (What the hell Chris? Pfft...)
Just to encourage people to become my new Reel Big Fish friend I shall include some clips of theirs from YouTube, admire their awesomeness.
A Live Clip... SR Though, that isn't their normal Trumpeter which makes me a little sad.
A Cover... Take on Me
What I always thought was their big hit... The Set Up
Their ACTUAL big hit... Sell Out
And one of my favourites... Where Have You Been This one is a live version, because I prefer the live version, coz it has the horn section and that is just fricken ace, bro.

Man, I'm totally getting good with the pimpin' stuff on my blog. Shit yeah man, I'm on fire!

Oh, right... Anyway, so I was looking at something on YouTube, I don't know, I'm sure it was super important at the time.
And then I found this video...
And man, it was gold. Pure gold and then I'm like, MUST. WATCH. MORE.
Umm.. so I did.
One of my other favourites is this one

So that was my weekend.
Hangin' out on YouTube.

Though, from watching that, I realise I want more nerdy shirts.
I guess not all of them have to be nerdy, like this one . IF that's not Elyse in a shirt, I don't know what is.

Well, I guess, this is Elyse in a shirt.

That actually took an embarrassingly long time to find.
Then again, most of the photos on here have been taken in winter, so I haven't been just in a shirt.
So man, I just used my photo bucket account.
The entire I reason have a photobucket account is so I can upload and link photos like this for my Buffy Forum. Which features some quality motivators that I made, I have lots. This one was for the challenge about using Buffy titles. Enjoy!
As I expose my tender geeky underbelly to my non-Buffy peeps.

I was going to do a post full of some other links that I enjoy, but I think I got a little carried away, so I guess that is for another day.

'til next time...

For some reason I have a whole lot of posts that I've just stopped writing in the middle of, so they have been sitting there as drafts.

Now, they have been published!
With even more nonsensical writings.

Except for one from last November about Acronyms. I think I had a point and I don't remember, so until I do have another thought about acronyms, I'll fix it.

I read it and it starts off talking about bf and then BFF and I don't know, but it was all kinds of odd.

Oh well, quite a number of new posts today. I don't think they are near the top, so it might take some hunting if you really want to read them.

Today I decided that I hate the new phones.

It's not technology that I hate, it's just new phones.

I remember the first phone I got it was my sister's old phone that used to be my mum's at one stage, it was a brick and that was awesome! This may surprise no one, but I tend to be very accident prone.

The first phone I bought myself was stolen within two weeks from my house, yeah, it was strange, but I received another hand me down phone and it lasted for a good 4 years and served me well.
By the end the case was stuffed and I was the only that could use it because the buttons were weird, it served me well, when I dropped it which was very, very often it would survive. Sure, some times the case came open and the buttons spilled out onto the street. One of those said times the street was Swanson St in Melbourne, is it Swanson St? It's the street that Flinders St Station is on, well that intersects with Fliders St. Oh, that's going to bug me.
Come on Melbourne readers... Reader? Kaylah!

Anyway, that phone served me well.

Then came the day where I thought I should be all old and responsible or something, or in response to having spent $30 worth of credit in about 3 days mainly from making "Marco" "Polo" phone calls.
Either way, the day came, I went on a plan and got me a bright shiny new phone and even included the request "I'm unco, I need a phone that will survive being dropped".

So, I took my phone home on the train and when I got home I played with it a little bit and then went upstairs, upon trying to go upstairs, my phone fell to the ground. It fell and the screen cracked. Yes, this phone I cracked the screen within 4 hours of owning it. My 4 Years of previous phone ownership did not lead to the death of a screen, but not these new phones!

I carried on, I decided that i will go as long as I could before I replaced it. I was told the crack would slowly get worse until I could no longer read the screen.

I did fine for quite a while, I got the gist of most messages and couldn't really tell the difference between Jacob and Rob sending me messages, but I coped. I did well and then I paid my money and got the screen fixed and all was right with the world.

Then came last week or was it the week before?
whatever.

Sometime in the recent past my phone started playing up and would not stay connected and SIM registration failed. My phone had died. It was tragic.
I took it to the Mobile Phone Hospital (That is the name of the shop, that's why I go there. I now hate it so, I won't be there again) and they couldn't fix it. It was tragic, but I soldiered on.
I went to another phone shop that doesn't have such a cool name and they said they could fix it.

It was a joyous moment.
It would take them 40 minutes. Excellent. 40 minutes I could handle. I did some shopping.
I finally found my helmet for my bike, that's exciting. It was hard to find, who knew? But anyway and then back to retrieve my phone.

BUT NO! ALAS! There was a problem with my phone. I have no idea what, the dude said words, I wasn't listening because I was suffering from hysterical deafness, but it would take another half an hour to fix, could I come back?
Sure, sure I could.

Conveniently it was lunch time, so I went to eat lunch.

Then I went back.
Was it ready?

No, another 20 minutes.

I then went looking for boots. I hate shoe shopping, but I really want boots, so I went to Myer. Did they have boots in size 11?
No.
That's why I hate shoe shopping. Finding Size 11 shoes is a bitch, but that's another rant.
I'm mainly looking for boots because no matter how awesome I think these are, it's a line I don't think my nerd factor can cross.

Anyway! Eventually after my unsuccessful boot quest, I still had time to kill so I sat and watched my newly purchased music video on my iPod (Do You Want to Date My Avatar- The Guild... Watch the Guild! It's awesome!) It makes me laugh.

Then I finally got my phone fixed and what not, so now it's all new and shiny and clean.
He said that it will be fine as long as I don't drop it.

So the lesson here is, when it comes to phones I am screwed.
I always drop my phone! Like all the time.
Old phones could hack it.

New phones... They can't!
It makes me sad.


Not as sturdy, but the camera on my phone is about 5 times better than my first digital camera, so there's that.
That means I can be taunted with defeat every time Mary rings me, or see Lexi death stare me every time she rings and then there is Jacob doing a guitar solo on a piano.
Quality pictures.

That I will be able to see, if I don't drop it.
*sigh*
Is this how I'm going to fail life?

In my time as, well, I'm not entirely sure what, but in my time I've collected a lot of music. It has been acquired.

One of the things that I have a acquired quite a lot of is live albums. Now, I have some love for live albums, especially when I have the studio recorded songs as well. Noting those differences, like how in the live version of "Where Have you Been" by the Reel Big Fish they incorporate the horn section and have a prolonged bass solo in the middle and some talking in there. I'm not that fond of the end, but it's kind of funny.
The studio recording is all guitar and there for the brass section has nothing to do and that would look weird on stage, so they get something to do!

With live albums what happens is at the beginning someone presses record and at the end someone presses stop. No one ever just sits there and plays music the entire concert, no! There is interaction between the members of the band and the members of the audience and all that and there are introductions and explanations.

It's all part of the awesomeness that is live music.

Then it comes to the album, and it's all there.

One thing I don't get is why is the banter at the end of songs? Why is the introduction to the next song at the end of the last song?

It makes sense if you are listening to the album in order, but who does that?
I'm a big fan of shuffle!

Live albums on Shuffle are not as awesome. It goes song, intro to next song at the end of the song to a song by a completely different artist or however well it's shuffled.
Though, sometimes it does amuse me when the next shuffled song doesn't add up to the previous one at all.

I only know of one song on a live album that manages to not to do that and that is "Superstar" by Me First and the Gimme Gimmes on the album "Ruin Johnny's Bar Mitzvah" and it's just a line about saying how "it's the most awkward moment of my career" before starting the song.
Oh, Me First and the Gimme Gimmes Ruin Johnny's Bar Mitzvah is an excellent live album due partly to the comedy gold and it does actually include Johnny reading a blessing and Hava Naglia, in both the traditional form and to the melody of "We Wanna Wish you a merry Christmas". Yes, the band did play at an ACTUAL Bar Mitzvah, recorded it and now sell it as a live album.

Live albums are awesome, the tracks are just cut up strangely.
Ok, it's not that strange since it means the next track is where the song starts, but that's annoying.

I guess that's not annoying because you just skip the talking and get the song goodness.

I'm not winning here.
This is what is like to taste defeat in my own writings.

Maybe I shouldn't put "vs" in my blog titles.

To Newspapers,

Facebook is not a legitimate news source.
I thought it was cute and funny at first, but come on, it's not a source. It's not a good source either.

Unless you are talking about the Team Elyse facebook group, then we'll talk.

Kind Regards,
Elyse

(Available on Facebook)

I don't remember 1989 and even I vaguely did I don't think a 2/3 year old would write it down much. But if I could, I'm sure I would.

Then game 1999, I reached my point of what happens next year?
This point more than likely actually happened in 2000 when I had to write the date down, and the all important question, how am I going to write it down?

And what am I going to call it?
2000 worked, we call it just that "Two thousand" and then '01,'02 etc etc and shortening the date of 2000 to to '00, I tend not to do that because it looks weird, but I don't often refer to things that happened in 2000 and if I do it is either 2000 or year 8, depending if it is all about me or if it's work/society related. Ok, more work related.

Which brings us to know, 2010. Yes, 2010, the logical progression is /10, obviously. Have ya written that yet?

I wrote it just today, Ep 1/2010... Or Ep 1/10.
Ep a tenth?
The First of October?

What the hell?

I'm sure I'll adjust to it, but nothing is going to stop me from referring to next year as "Oh Ten". Yes, so when I refer to '10 just imagine I'm say "Oh ten".
I can put that into a weird Dr Who thing, but let's not go there.

I'm hoping it sticks, I don't care if it doesn't, it's just what makes sense for me.

Now excuse me, I have a bus to catch...
*throws scarf around neck*

Factually I can't do that because it is my Dr Who Scarf and I'll attach a Tom Baker as the Doctor as well to see the scarf in action...

I haven't had time to actually look at that link, but it actually looks awesome.
MUST LOOK AT IT WHEN I GET HOME!

It has occurred to me many times in the past that I have a freakishly memory.

Like super freakish. Kind of bizarre, but it is very helpful to remember most stuff.

One of the things I tend to remember is people, you know the people that you come across only a handful of times?
I remember those people.

I also tend to see those people a lot and I don't approach them or acknowledge them in any obvious way, because that's not how I roll.
I let it go and be all, hey I know that person, and then I wonder, do they remember me or are we deliberately waiting for the other person to make the first move?

Other people I know they know who I am, and I know who they are, we just sit in stale mate, waiting for something. I'm not sure what.
I find it kind of amusing when I run into people I know at the Station and we are friends on facebook and what not and we don't acknowledge each other's presence. Oh, Facebook friends... Clearly, just like real friends!
It has now gotten to the point where it would just be weird to be all like "hey! How have you been?" because it is like "You have seen me for about a year on this platform and now you are talking to me, what do you want?".
It goes hand in hand with my assumption that except for a few people, anyone that starts a conversation with me on some form on electronic media wants something.
I can't talk, I do the same thing, which might be why I'm cynical about it.

Though, why I wrote this?
I was on a train with my brother in law, my ex-brother in law? I don't know... My sister's ex-husband... I think they are actually divorced now.
I saw a dude on the train that kind of looked familiar and then I realized wait, that is my sister's ex-husband! Who I haven't seen since before he left my sister to run off to Adelaide to be with his brother's wife in April, 2007.
Now, seeing someone who you kind of recognize on a train and then realising it is someone you want to have no contact with but then need to make sure it's them, it leads to the whole trying to look at them and look for the signs that it's that person but without looking like you are looking or without getting eye contact.
It's difficult. It's awkward.
Especially since this is the dude that led to a massive family breakdown? In many, many ways?
The dude that was responsible for having his brother try to commit suicide?
The dude that used his son as a pawn to manipulate my sister and the rest of my family?
So yeah... It was him.
Though, I figure he was doing the same thing.
Except he did the whole as they got off the train method.

It's just strange. I'm not sure I know how I'm meant to react, I'm not sure how I am reacting.
It's just weird.

Some days I find myself wishing I didn't have a good memory, that I could forget some many things.
Then I realise that before 1999 I can hardly remember a thing other than small snippets, and it isn't until 2001 that things are clear.
But after that, so many, many things I remember.
It's not always good.

Oh well...
What can ya do?

I really should look into doing something with this.

I'll work on a links thing.

I should also not do this at work.

Remember, many spoilers lay ahead, be warned. Though, I'll take some abuse.

Today, I finally finished my epic journey of having read all seven Harry Potter books.

Now going back to the Half Blood Prince and the movie adaption.

So, previously I went through the general reasons why I don't approve of the film adaptions.
I mention my loathing of Harry?
Surely I did, that is one of my main reasons that I loathe the movies and the cut out all of the delightful subplot which is why I read the books!

The sixth book and movie. In my re-read I discovered that sixth is my least favourite book, I always thought it was Chamber of Secrets, but no, definitely the Half Blood Prince.

I can list the reasons why, I find many aspects enjoyable, but it's all set up. ALL SET UP for the final book.
I love that Fred and George not only have their joke shop all set up, but they also use some of their mischief making for the benefit of others. I do love the Weasley Twins, so this makes me happy.

I do hate that Hermione is so whiny in it. I won't lie, out of the three main characters, Hermione is my favourite and when it comes down to the arguement of epic proportions I think she is the real hero and it shines the most in the Seventh book. Harry would have been dead long before if not for his friendship with Hermione and he would have been kicked out of Hogwarts somewhere along the line.
But what happens to Hermione in the HBP?
She pines after Ron, and cries like ALL THE TIME, it is even worse in the movie and I was really hoping they were just amping up the angst for the sake of marketing to the Tweens and the Twilight fans, but no. It is all there.
Oh Hermione, you can do better than Ron! Ok, so it doesn't bother me that much, it's the angst that bothers me.
Then again, it's constant, Hermione was always highly strung and did the bursting out in tears thing alot. It's constant and remains constantly annoying.
In conclusion, shut up, Hermione.

The most horrific thing that occurred in the process of transferring was the final battle.
They take out the fact that Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville and Luna were fighting in the corridors, as well as the Order of the Phoenix, which is important for the set up and sets the scene for my favourite thing ever in the seven book, the thing that makes the entire journey brilliant and that is how even with Harry gone off fighting, the students still take up arms in the war and that Ginny, Luna and especially Neville continue to fight and WILL continue to fight even if Harry is dead because that is what they have to do.
Neville's journey in all the seven books is fricken awesome. That he has scars at the end and he knows how and why he got them and they are trophies for a cause. Man, it's awesome.
How are the movies ever going to bring anything like that from the books when they neglected to show that Harry WASN'T alone in the quest. It wasn't just Dumbledore and himself in this great epic fight.

That was always the big difference between Harry and Voldemont, Harry had his loyalities and allies, true allies not minions.

However, not the point. You have all this set up and neglected that it's a battle, that it's a war between two armies, each with their leaders, but beyond that.

Then there is the biggest crime of them all. Dumbledore put Harry in a body bind curse or something making it PHYSICALLY impossible for Harry to be able to interferr in Draco and Snape eventually killing him.
He was there and bore witness to it all, but couldn't do anything until Dumbledore was dead because that is how the spell was broken, and then Snape ran. He ran and took the rest of the Death Eaters with him.
In the movie, he was just there and saw it all and could move and could stop it, but didn't and he calls Snape the coward?
They are cowardly moves, especially when Harry's anger is one of the biggest plot points. He is an angry, angry guy. It's annoying at some points, but it is a constant plot point and it is one of the main reasons I don't like him. Well, that and he misdirects his anger and completely undervalues everyone around him which I just can't stand for.
It goes back to my points about Hermione.

So there we have it, they turned a book that was all set up in to a movie that was all about set up except they missed a large portions of the things that were meant to be set up.

There is a literacy device called Chekhov's Gun (""If you say in the first chapter that there is a rifle hanging on the wall, in the second or third chapter it absolutely must go off. If it's not going to be fired, it shouldn't be hanging there." )
The beauty of books is that everything is there for a reason because everything that is written is in the control of the author. If something on the wall is mentioned, it is mentioned for a specific reason to be recalled at any point or to add a layer of depth to a character. It doesn't exist for any other reason.
In a series of Seven books?
Everything is going to come to a climax of the previous 6 books, the movies can't cover everything and things need to suffer.

And thus, the travesties of the Harry Potter movies exist.
It's a shame too.

I can't seperate the two in my mind either. Often I can do that, but nope, not in this case.

Why, why?

Oh well...

Tomorrow is a new day, and a new book...
Or a new rant...

Maybe combine the two.