I guess that's about right.

I don't know why the text in the previous entry is all fucked up. Sometimes, I just can't get this stupid fucking thing to do what I want. Never had this problem on Myspace. I got bombarded by just about every shitty local band ever wanting to be my "friend". So yeah, that's me apologizing for the shitty flow of the previous entry. I hate it when my entries lack a consistency. Dunno why.

So unless you've been living under a rock or just plain don't give a fuck, Heath Ledger is dead. If you've followed me over here from my Myspace blog, you may know that I don't really believe in sacred cows. You may also know that when Anna Nicole Smith died, I more or less savaged her and ripped into her something fierce. Part of that is cos that I found her somewhat disgusting and reprehensible. Part of that is cos, well, I thought it was pretty fucking funny. Her death wasn't an "if" but a matter of "is it going to happen this week or next??".
And...I just don't think I'll be able to do that with Heath Ledger. I suppose you could say that yes, I did enjoy chunks of his work; 10 Things I Hate About You was actually a pretty goddamn good adaptation of The Taming of the Shrew, The Brothers Grimm had its moments, and I was really looking forward to Brokeback Mountain 2: Backbrace Hill. I guess it's not happening now.
This is probably the last time this will ever roll out of my fingers(?), so make sure you get a screenshot or something, cos it probably will not happen again: his death sucks because he had a lot to offer, and because it wasn't one of those things that you saw coming. I don't really think I'll make too many jokes about it, simply because he didn't set himself up for those like ANS did. Sure, he made Knights Tale, but whatever. He mostly made good flicks. And it sucks that he's done. And that's all I can really say about that.

Anyway.
I saw Cloverfield and goddammah, was that a fucking movie. I haven't had as much...well, fun at a movie in I don't know when. Banana will back me up on this one, but I was having a fucking ball with this movie. Mr. Abrams and that other guy from Felicity, kudos to you. Also, Drew Goddard, writer of film? You know how you did. You don't need to hear it from me.
Warren Ellis did bring up something interesting, though, in one of the email thingies I get from him. He "...think[s] it's nice that everyone has permission once more to blow up and crush major American landmarks and generous swathes of real estate."
Well said, Warren. I'm going to drop a spoiler bomb here, but not only is the Statue of Liberty beheaded, the Empire State Building collapses in a rather spectacular fashion. I guess the time span for awful things happening to New York City has passed and we can once more smash buildings, lives, and property with gleeful abandon once more. Which is great, cos I've got this idea for a movie where a bunch of intergalactic trouble makers crash their flying saucer into the Flatiron Building to teach us pink fleshy bags where our place in the universe really is. And then they are just going to straight tear up New York(it used to be Cleveland). I mean, they are just going to fucking regulate on NYC, because apparently it is okay now.

The whole "holding off on fucking with NYC in movies" thing sort of bothered me. I mean, it was like being unable to call the kid who just got over bone cancer a pussy cos he sucked at Madden or some shit. I fail to see what his previous bone cancer has to do with his inability to run a virtual football virtually 10 yards.
On that same note: just cos something seriously fucked up happened to NYC in real life, we are unable to show any sort of trauma to it in an imaginary world. I mean, are we a nation of adults, or are we a nation of traumatized pussy 10 year olds that are getting over bone cancer?