favorite movie score composers:

Danny Elfman I think this guy has style instead of just having the ability to "Sound the same."
Hans Zimmer Love his work, makes me giddy whenever I listen to him.
Marco Beltrami Loved the Hellboy music, feel dangerous whenever I listen to him. ^_^.
Tyler Bates 300. . . that is all.
James Horner Mask of Zorro, Braveheart. . . <3
Steve Jablonsky Make those Transformers appeal to humans!
Don Davis I'll never pour honey on cornbread the same ever again.
Ramin Djawadi Bring on the Iron. You haven't done much, but you bring on the awesome.
Britt Daniel For his work on Stranger Than Fiction. Less musical score, more rock track. Love you, man.
Michael Giacchino: I loved The Lost World & Star Trek.
John Williams. . . I like him, but everybody thinks he's the only one who shits gold or something and for some reason that ticks me off.
Jerry Goldsmith: Gremlins, Powder, I.Q.

Hey, check this trailer out. Riese: The Series just started on the second and it might be something with which to keep up.

Riese: The Series [Trailer]

The reason I'm just posting the link is because the video seems to take up the entire blog. That makes me sad. *tear*

Library Computers

I love hanging out online at a library, especially in the back of the room. I get to see everybody's screens and it's a really fun thing to do. It's not like stalking between you and me, but I watch people seek out strange things much like I am--like a potential MySpace unsavory type of person lurking for a little action. No, not creepy at all, because I'm watching HIM. He's a guy with blond hair and a bushy mustache that probably woN'T get him a girl. Aaaaand there he goes. Behind him, a boy on a racecar game site, someone checking her email one up and over, and some Twitards left earlier. They were cool until they opened their mouths and said something. Then I told them Twilight sucked and they got that deer-in-headlights look in their eyes. Then, it got really quiet and they left. At least I can surf and check out webtoons without their meddling. :3

Random Things Learned from the TDTESS remake

* Aliens, when they appear, usually show up to the party early. . . about 90 years too early.
* Aliens, when given a choice between Tuna Salad, Ham and Cheese, and Chicken Salad, will always choose Tuna Salad. Beware.
* Keanu Reeves plays his most vital roles when absolutely no human emotion is required, responding with a very resounding "Whoa" when he looks into the camera.
* Jennifer Connelly finally stopped giving children to Jareth and started keeping them herself.
* Slow motion means everything goes faster.
* Avoid planet-shaped orbs of glowiness when possible.
* Robotic men. . . don't fuck with them.
* Reeves does just as much acting as an alien as he does Jes--I mean, Neo.
* Cassandra Wong's dad: "You've got to start blinking, Keanu."
Keanu: "If you stay, you will die."
Cassandra Wong's dad: "What?"
* Jennifer: "Even though my son calls me Helen, I still think everyone in the audience is calling me Sarah. You give your brother away ONCE and all this happens!"
* Jareth: "Doesn't matter, I don't get laid in this one, either."
* Vogon Leader: "Did they have proper authorization to Kathy Bates this movie?"
Vogon Peon: *Shock* "N-No, Sir!"
* I think it's time to just destroy the planet at this point.
* Central Park is THE place to destroy the world. The other location was in Los Angeles, but Hollywood thought it'd be too Hollywood.
* Keanu Reeves is like the idiot closet scientist without the vocal chords to tell us what he's capable of.
* Where's Lucifer? This movie could use more Lucifer.
* Moral of the story 67 minutes into the film: Human race. . . stop being a dick. Hey! We can stop watching now! :D
* Apparently, the only ones who notice the bad shit on this planet are the ones whose existence are forcibly unacknowledged by the masses.
* Little bastard told on him and now expects to be dragged everywhere by an alien whose directions rely on the memories of the only species on the planet that flat-out refuses to pull over for directions to the World's Largest Ball of Yarn, insisting that "It's just up ahead."
* This could also use a two-foot mallet and a cabin in the--hey! Cabin in the woods!
* Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. I've stopped paying attention.

Slice of Life

Eyes open. Trees. Left. Right. Left. Right. Swallow. Breath. Pain.

How long have I been out?

The sun was beginning to glow on the horizon--I was in the forest!--but I wasn't sure anymore that someone would find me. Not when I wasn't positive of my location. My stomach cramped, the pain unbearable. I don't even think I can see color anymore. If my hand was in my sight, would I see red or gray?

Maybe I could still stand if I tried hard enough. Something about never wanting to die without a fight. The thing had to be gone by now, having done its' damage. It wasn't anything like the book said, nothing like the eyewitnesses, and that goes to show that some people don't mind being inaccurate. A fighting chance. Beast or not, I was going to get myself back on my feet. Walking to the nearest road on the chance of someone stopping? Let the devil come out and finish me so long as I'm standing if not.

One hand up, the pain was less. Not a good sign. The other hand pulled to come up, and a long stitch of heat soared through my body. I screamed. My arm was pasted to my wound. Shaking, free hand down, I pushed myself up to sit. Jesus the pain.

I couldn't smell anything and my face hurt. Hell, I think I may have gotten whiplash or something. Part of me wondered if my face looked as bad as I felt. Nocturnal being, wamp-something or another. I didn't care anymore, and I was then on my feet. I don't know, but the trees were quiet, the wind dead.

Snap. Rustle. Growl.

Tears fell down my face and all my pain faded for this moment to the sound of my heart pounding in my head, neck, legs, everywhere. I couldn't move I was shaking so bad. I was going to die.

I turned to the sound, my neck and stomach aching horribly and not allowing for much of any movement. My arm, still stuck against my stomach wound, was causing the blood to flow again. Eyes through the darkness and peering from behind a nearby tree, glowed in the dawn's path. I couldn't move and my lips couldn't do more than shudder. It stepped towards me, more tears.

I was balancing on my knees and good arm now, clenching the grass. How'd I get here? Whimpers made the creature lick its bloodied lips and I didn't even try to stand again. He raised a clawed hand as I looked up to see the hunger in his eyes.

Pain.

Then nothing.

At the Speed of. . .

I was having the cashier dream again. The food actually felt pretty real. That's all I could think about. Beep. The sounds were different, though. Beep Beep. "Error Correct." I didn't remember there being screeching and snapping before. Beep. Beep. Beep. "Will that be all?" I was in my pajamas. Why? Because this was a dream.

"Roaghurghle." Then there was a snarl. I finally looked up and before me was what I could only guess was a gigantic, spider-faced fur-coated beast. My eyes wide, I tried to think of something apologetic, because I can't stare. I shouldn't stare, but I feared what would happen if I looked away. The creature put a few coins on the platform and a hole appeared out of the woodwork. A receipt came up to my right.

"H-Here's your-r-receipt. . ." Shaking hands gave the Spider Man's furry ones a small piece of paper and I tried to slow my racing heart enough to keep from wanting to run.

"Flurgnagglen," he muttered. It was supposed to sound insulting, and he left. I couldn't stop staring, or stop wanting to cry. Then the next customer thudded her purse onto the belt. I reached for the beginning of her items and made the mistake of looking up. Empty eye sockets with dark red puss draining from them on a body of a porous and decaying woman stopped my breath. She opened her mouth, blood pouring out from there as she attempted to speak.

Oh god, I'm going to die.

In a half-attempt to remain conscious, I quickly checked her out and turned to shut my light off. Waking up was imperative, but I could feel everything! Every pain in my foot, even the sore on my hand from scraping against the metal turn style, was real. I felt my clothes, jumped up and down, caused my hand to bleed just to see if I could shake it off.

Turning around to see if I had any co-workers whom I knew, I found my voice gone as a woman with a name tag I couldn't read seemed to be made of flesh and bone except for the gigantic black tentacle that was spurred from her head and wrapped around her neck. Her eyes were black orbs and every once in a while she twitched and growled.

I looked around frantically. Bug people, dead animals, slime creatures, they were my co-workers. I was the only human here.

"Rawrrr." I turned and bit my tongue. I couldn't take it. Something came up behind me and pushed me out of the way, taking their turn at my register and muttering something I didn't understand. It pointed to a man-shaped creature, facing away from me, a few meters away and I went to him.

"Umm. . . " I lowered my voice, "Excuse me?" He ignored me. "Hello?" Suddenly, a loud growl came from behind me and I squeaked in fear and jumped out of the way of a millipede trying to get by. The man creature turned and looked at me finally. He had a crab claw for a hand and pinchers for a mouth snapped. He made a gurgling sound at me and I fainted.

And then I woke up in a sweat, heart pounding and shaking from head to toe. I was staring at a white ceiling, not sure if I wanted to know where I woke up this time. Sitting up, my feet became more level with the ground and I found myself standing. Tears were falling down my cheeks and I was where I fell. My side hurt, like somebody had tripped or run me over in some way. It was quite possible.

Still in my bunny pajamas and fighting to not run, I took my apron off and went in search of answers. Screeches and grunts followed me until I reached the outside world. It. . .

It looked the same. But worse. Monsters and creepers swarmed the streets and on the oozing and blood-coated ground were pieces of paper with a picture of a black spot and a halo of light around its circumference. A solar eclipse. Oh. s**t. Could that crap I read about in school have been true at all, even the littlest bit? Space travel and other worlds, dimensions?

A thud on my shoulder made me jump and spin to meet the eyes of the snapping face pincher boss. I held in a scream and he pointed back into the building. I didn't want to go back into the building, but part of me argued that if it was whatever it was and I had nothing else to go on yet, I was dead in the water.

I walked behind him through the store, avoiding eye/blob/feelers contact with anybody. Nobody spoke my language, but there was a calendar kind of thing in the back, schedules to see and learn, a system. All I had to do was keep from screaming or passing out every time a customer talked to me.

My eyes opened. Bunny Pajamas were replaced with a uniform. Beep. Beep Beep. "Rornwa Eromn." Beep. Beep. Beep. Item after item, one horrific monster after another, with their brain-sucking little monsters with them, screeching and moaning. Not really that much different than before. I still don't understand anything they're saying, just like before. Nobody really gave a damn. Same as here.

What was home? When was it? Did I dream it up? I had dreams of being back in the house I remembered in another dream, but it was less real now. I giggled a few times, trying to recall what my life was before the last Eclipse, but my memory was hiding from me. From ME! Another giggle, more like a cackle.

Something about Rome.